Spirit of the age. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1849-1865, 1856-02-06

hood-of his college days-of his kind old
friend, who now stood upon the brink of the
grave. When he heard of 1.-THE reproached
himself with it, and cursed himself as his
benefactor's murderer. lie spoke of her
whom he loved, and whose image was still
carved deeply upon his heart. He spoke OF
her with such tender emotion and entreated
so earnestly to see her, that they were forced
to tell him how she had married a gay young
fop; she had given her hand where her heart
went not, and was now in the y~oicelesS hall
of the dead. This news fell on him like the
thunder-bolt upon the defcnceless tree, blight
ing and crushing it to atoms. lie raved and
foamed at the mouth and CRASHED his teeth
like a mailman in the last stages OF his nor
rid disease frequently the remembrance OF
his former rank-the cheers Of applause that
greeted him every where-rushed over his
mind and then he spoke of his fall, and SO
touching, so pathetic, 50 chaste, and so sub
lime were his words, that he melted those
around him to tears; they stood as if spell
bound, and gazed andlistened to his eloquent
fund of knowledge in profound astonishment.
But nature could not withstand the mighty
shock she had received, and when told that
his moments were numbered, his delirlum
increased with ten-fold fury, and threatened
every instant a dissolution of his I" earthly
tabernacle" While he thus rayed, a holy
man Of God approached his bed and offered
that balm of priceless worth-Religlon. But,
alas! too late was it offered. Deaths slgnet
was upon his marble brow, and he was fas,
fastening to the valley Of death and as he
rolled and writhed in the power of dellrlum
he saw any-headed monsters lowering a
round him and g~rasping him with their coli
skeleton fingers he saw GHOSTS and goblin
damned" seated around, and ready to bea
him away he heard yells proceeding iron
the darkest regions of hell, and while he thu
suffered, the grim king of terrors" severe,
his trembling soulfrom his body. Yes, Will
he was surrounded by,these tancied goblins
he died without one ray of hope, to cheer hi
terrible exit into the presence of a just Coz
and without d pardon from our blessed IL
deemer, he sought the ~"silent shades of emf
less night" He, the once proud, noble an
unselfsh Walter Lee, died this hideous an
awful death He had just entered manhood
earliest paths when he was hurried ava
and that too by such a horrible and shocklr
: dcath-a death that would almost make a
| gels weep. He was buried by that band
, brothers who first came to his aid. Ills
e mains were followed to their last restI
. place by his old friends, and among them
u kind old benefactor, borne on a litter by sol
of his faithful friends. The scene was trr
/ touchil g; to see that sorrowful old man bel
ing over the coffin as though it was his o
child, while the long pent-up tears poui
d down his cheeks and wet the sod at his IL
But q few months after, another was |
down by his side to rest. 1t was the XII
&c hearted old Mr.. Walton, and many were
" sincere tears shed over his last resting pls
4. Reader, this history of human woe
$, misery has been rapidly fastened throui
it is plain and unvarnished the sad eve
I'd attending it would swell it to double its lenI
. Does it require q word of comment? l tn
at not. Shun the tempting bowl, then, yo'
n man for your earthly happiness, and
he your souls eternal welfare, spurn it from
m as you would the meanest viper that era
an upon the earth. How truly has it been
Of the drunkard, Ellis destiny is writer
til characters of enduring wretchedness u
the flames of everlasting VICE."