Spirit of the age. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1849-1865, 1856-05-28
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roken hearted wife of the inebriate. But
esterday Mr.. South came with mortgage
it, and babe her to prepare to leave it
the next evening. With tears she en-
reated him to bear with them a little lon
to drive her from her home, and
o assist her in retaining the man he had
but his stern heart knew no re-
and he only replied: "Woman,
TO whom do you speak? think you 1 would
insult my dignity SO much as to speak to
that low reveler-drunkord? Be OF
with. you soon, or I'll show youp
With many a heart pang did Carrie go
forth from the spot where the happiest mo-
ments Of her life had been spent. She
leant on the gate post, where she had SO
often stood and watched for the coming OF
Arthur, and now seemed to be dreaming
The past all came up before her as a grand
panorama. First, as a happy bride, weep
ing tears of joy on a mothers bosom that
mother, alas now gone ;-then as a-glad-
some, busy little housekeeper-again, the
night she sat in the pleasant arbor with
Arthur's rich voice charming her-and
lastly, as he stood draining the last drop
from the first glass ndwith a convulsing
iirk she raised her head. There she stood
penniless and alone; starting she knew not
more sober than she had seen him for a
long while; and somewhat of his old ten
derness returned on seeing her look SO sad
and forlorn. lie knew not that she had
been driven from her home, and commenced
questioning her. "Where are you going,
Carrier She could not reply, but sink
ing on a root by the woodside, wept tears
OF bitterness her poor heart was lacerated
with grief. Had it net been for the reli-
ance she placed on her God, she certainly
must then have despaired; but rising she
said with some calmness: "Tm going to
, beg bread, Arthur-beg bread for you and
!, me-"
: Ono you are not woman what do you
r mean! We are not beggars-here-take
this ; and pulling a few pence from his
pocket, some he had just won from a COM
panion, thrust them into her hand.-
"Well, this must get us a lodging for to-
night-to,morrow, / know not what will
? become of us; but Sufficient unto the
e day IS the evil thereof" Silently and
modify he accompanied her on to the vii
lage. A small house, old and dilapidated
e with only one inhabitant-a gray headed
man, afforded them shelter from the storm
). for before they reached there, it had com
o menced hailingand showing rapidly. Many
n were the entreaties she poured into the ear
Of her debased husband that night, as they
o shlvered over the dying embers and man,
were his promises to her but alas for hui
n man resolves. They took up their abod'
with the aged man as his charge was mod
crate. Next day Arthur went out, AM
d meeting with his dissolute companions, the,
led him away to the den where hydra-head
4 ed vice reared itself in defiance of all law
and where they dealt out poison by tn
quart. By taking in sewing, Carrie mana
ged from her meager earningsto clothe her
e. self neatly, though plain and pay hous
\ rent.
= X X x x x x x X y X X
10 Ten years lay buried within the past, an
time which casts, some blighto er all ha
II not left unmarked the persons in our simpl
OF ETUw rooted house, i
the suburbs ola large city, sitsa woman ben
ding over a garment, stitching away as fas
1T as her fingers can fly, while ever and anon
she glances toward the frail door, the onl
barrier between herself and the hurryin,
world without. She is pale and weary look
ing and tears seem to have worn achanne
along her emaciated cheek. The dim can
die is resting Oh an old stool, by a worn
d but a once elegant Bible at her side-he
dark auburn hair is put smoothly back in:
lie careless, yet graceful knot, and rests il
,e wayy lines on her parian brow. Oft tn
d sealding tear starts from underneath thos
lie dropping lids, but raising them, her eve
rest on the book of consolation, and hone
t. full expression { sweeps away the lines Q
" anxious thought
D. " Auspicious hope in thy sweet garden groz
Wreaths for each toll, a charm for every woe.
With faith she leans on the all supportin,
arm, trusting and believing a better tim
If will come. Oh F! how precious are bless
lngs of true piety! It affords the onI
substantial peace to earth pilgrims. Whel
4 sorrows and Affections come. we can how
devoutly and kiss the rod.
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