New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1856-05-10

hs, canrot stand a.oae! Was too happy
| Oh, Godl what lawful his DO not buy
AND balance witt tie smart Of some harp penance'
Iiast thou De PITY Nonel Thou dives IN.
| 10 fondish doubts thou, JeSu.' inesseugeti
Cor. Tin TO your master
LLs. This to any one
Vic deres 10 part ne from my love.
Can. Ii. wes-
In pity to your weakness must d. ign
| To 90 vi hat Leer dd-excu.e myself
say. knew not OF your husbands purpose;
God spirit, bot J. moved him perhaps sinnei
In that CID not urge it ryseL.
Eh=. Thou trsitorl
SO thou woudst par: Us.
| Con. Augbt that makes thee sreste-
| III dare, this very outburst proves in thee
Passions VI sapctIfed, and carna eanings
| Upon the c1e8tures thou w0uldst fam transcend.
thou badeet NE cure thy weakness. 10, God brings
The tonic cup feared to nix be brave
| Drink it to the lees, and thou shalt FIND within
| a pearl Of price.
Eh=. I'll. bitter!
Cos: Bitter, truly:
| EvenI. TO whom the storm of earthly love
Is but-a dim ernembrance-Couage Courage
| There . glory IN I; fu.hll thy sscrhce
| Give up thy noble-t on the DObl,st service
Coos sun las looked oE. since the chosen twelve
Went conqGeiing and TO conquer, forth. If ne fall
Els. Oh, spare niIe earsl
Cor. lie falls a blessed mar "
To bid thee welcome throug the gates of pearl
Ard next TO Lis shall thine own guerdon be
Ifthou devote him willing to Thy God.
Wilton
Eh=. Have mercy
Con. Wilt thou Sit not thus
Watching the sightless air: no angel in it
BIT asks thee What ask: the tiond alone
Delays thy coward flesh Wilt thou devote him.
EH.. will devote him-a crusaders wife
IN ory in it, TLou speakest words from God
And God shall have him Go now-good, my mister;
My poor brain swIns. ExH CONRAD.
Yea crusaders wife
And crusaders widow
lBursfs into tears and flashes herself on the fcor
We have already ihtimated the sequel. Lewis
dice and Elizabeth is widow. She is driven from
the castle, becomes beggar, suffers the grcssest
indignities from the wretched peasants whom she
has befriended, but is sgain restored to her for
tunee, and after q brief life of charity and self
abnegatiCn passes from the world in visions of
heaven. The last scene is thus described:
ELIZABETH iy!ng on Straw IN a corner. A cropd
Of Women around her. CONRAD entering.
Con. As expected
sermon nor gering herd about her death bed
Sitting her with fusty signs, as 6ocks of rocks
Dispatch, with pious pecks wounded brother.
Cant, Low and wbimperi Not an old fool in the town
Who thinks herself religious, but must see
The last of the show, and mob the deer to death.
lhdranc'rg. Hail holy ones! How fares your charge
to-day
AJbtss. After the blessed sacrament received,
As surfeited with those celestial viands.
And with the blood OF life intoxicae,
She lay entranced; and only stirred at times
To eructate sweet edifyiag doctrine
Culled from your darling sermons.
Woman. Heavenly grace
Imbues her 80 throughout, ths, even when prcked
She feels pain.
Cor miracle, no doubt
Heavens work is ripe, and like some moro know,
Having begun il the spirit, in the flesh
She + now made perfect: che hath had warnings too,
Of her deceasei and prophesied to me,
Three weeks ago, when lay like TO die,
That | sbOuld see her in her coffin yet.
AJJess. IT'S said, she heard i'll dreams her Savior
call her
To mansions built for her from everlasting.
Con. Ay, 30 she said.
AbJe.. But tell me, in her confession
Was there no holy shame-no selfabhorence
For tie vile pleasures of her calnal wediockl
Con. She said no word thereon: a. for her Shirt,
No Chrsom child could show a chart of thoughts
More spotleSs than were hers.
Nun. Strange, che said nought;
bad hoped she had grown more pure.
How she would be inferred; :" In the ylest weeds"
Quoth she, my poor hut holds; will not pampet
When dead that aeSh which living de.spsed.
And for my wealth, see it to the last doit
Beloved upon the poor OF Christ"
Cd Woman. Oh gracei
Sd Woman. Oh soul to this world poor, but rich to-
Eht. [Aroking.l Hark how they c,y for bread
Poor souls be patient
have spent all
II NSt1 lOf slAVe-ittI them with the price,
Come, Guta Nune! We must be up and doing!
Alas they are gone, and begging!
Go! go! They'll beat Inc if give you aught
pay for you, and 70 you'll 60 to heaven.
ON a saint-God grants me al ask.
But must love creature. Why, Christ loved
Mary lie loved and MARTHA aud their brother
Three friends! ard have none
When Lazarus lay dead, He groaned spirit,
And wept-Eke any wcow-Jesus wept!
III weep, weep, weep pray for that gift of tears"
They took my friends away, but not my eyes.
Oh, husband, babes friends, nurse 10 die alone.
Crack, frozen brain Melt icice wthin
Women Ala Sweet saint! BY bitter psngs she
Her crown of endlesS glory
Step that vile sobbing; she s UNNAMED enough
s',tLout your maudln sympathy.
Daughters of Jerusalem, weep not for nc
Weep for yourselves.
omen. We do, alas we dol
What we without YOU IA pause. |
Woman. Oh listen, listen
hat sweet sounds from her fast closed lips yelling,
AS from the governed shaft, deep miners songs
Eli:. In a l0r rotoe.l Through the sitting room
Floats strange Perfume;
Through tie crumbing thatcb
The angels watch,
Over the iottiDg Toof-tree.
They MARBLE, and tuiter, and hover and glide,
W ating old SOUNDS to my dreary bedside
SIGtoEes Of songs which USED TO know
W lei slept 10y NY nurse, tLu the s"dho"s
Called me at day dawn from under the caves.
Hank to them! Hark 10 them now
FlutiDg like WOODLANDS, tender and low
Cool iustliLg leayes--tinklLg waterS-
Sheepbells over the lea
In their silver piumes Edeng gales Whisper
In tier hands Eden-lilies- rot for me-nOt fa NE
No crown for the poor fond bride
The sOLg tod me go,
Long, long ago,
How the maid cLose the white lily;
But the bride -he chose