Daily American organ. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1856, 1856-06-07

The boy is icst In manhood's ripper age,
And with him goes his former triple nature
No longer poet hero, now, nor sage
A Romantic Story.
Some twenty years ago, young man, whom
shall call Jamie" was pastor of large congre-
cation of the Established Church OF Scotland. AT
school and at college he was distinguished for his
love Of learning and as a minister was distinguish
cd for bis eloquence and mental attachments. He
had been settled about year, and was upon the
eve of being married to fine young woman whom
he had loved from childhood, when the hertors
and several English gentlemen, who were then on
visit to the North attended the kirk TO hear the
famous preacher. He more than verified his fame;
he enraptured his audience His theme was the
story of his church Its many disasti Gus wars its
martyrs, its heroes, it's undying hopes, even when
despair seemed to enshroud it in endless night It's
unwearied tolls and its final triumphs, each
in turn presented to the minds of the hearers, with
a power and feeling which defy description. He
stood the genius OF eloquence personifed. But
there was one among his hearers who was not be-
wildered by his glowing picture.
The gente-hearted Belle, his betrothed, when
the congregation dispersed, followed him to the
manse He received her in his study, but while
conducting her to the chair she sank to the floor,
and burst into tears "Oh, Jamie!" she exclaim-
ed, as he raised her tenderly in his arms and
seated her on sofa, Eye haze broken my puir
nearJ :, now so, LhS Deiie9 cApihlIl- z
were drunk, raving drunk, Jamie, and wonder
the elders did nae TAX We q the pulpit Ye whined
and ranted, sometimes, God forgive me for saying
sac, / thought saw the evil sne standing behind
you, laughing and clapping you on the shoulder
MY puir brain reeed--I was mad and knew tim
mad now:-I cannot live out this day feel my
blood freeze-Oh, God, be meredith TO me SIN
ner and save oh, save my Jamie Y Her head
reclned upon his bosom, she gazed upon him for
a-moment and expired in his arms. n3a4 8
He had preached his last sermon No cntrea-
ties of congregation who loved him; no iattering
offers OF future preferment rendered by the gen.
try, could induce him to resume his labors as min
lister. Ett ta.. sst
Five or six years passed. when the writer OF this,
who was his schoolfelow, accidentally met him in
London. Jamie was then of the principal
teachers in large ed cational establishment and
was highly esteemed for his excellence of charac-
ter as wellas learning and skill as sccessful teach
er He was dressed in deep mourning, stunned
society, and when the labors Of the day closed he
either wandered alone through the streets, or re-
tired to his lodgings. The scene OF Bellies death
was ever present to his memory.
Her pure soul, he said, saw him as he was, a
poor vain selfc0nccted sinner. For the purpose
of concentrating his thought and infusing life into
his sermons, he was in the habit of taking glass
Of whiskey before entering the pulpit. The morn
ing before he preached the fatal sermon he felt
rather nervous for he knew there would be stran-
gers to hear him, and he took nearly two glasses
What he said or how he conducted himself no ef-
fort could recall--the death of Belle alone had
merged in itself the doings of that fearful day. The
compliments which he received sounded in his ears
like satire an mockery and the very name of
liquor imp essed him with horror
He left home and came to London, where he OBJ
tanned situation as teacher, but everything APP
peared 90 black to him. that he expressed a fear
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himself ,- ~ e 80,
His friend who was a sailor, suggested some
active employment that would call into play his
physical faculties, and thus give his mind resting
spell, and ended by offering to procure him a
place before the mast, in ship. like your
suggestion" he sand, but dislike the sea" =
" Then turn soldier, and seek employment in In
will, he said, springing from the chair, when my
engagement expires will purchase an ensign's
commission. wonder the thought never occur
red to me, for my ancestors, as far back as can
trace them, were soldiers.
Better, far better die ON the field of battle, than
by ones own hand. We separated.
A few weeks since, In running my eye along
the list Of those who had distinguished themselves
at the battle of Inkermann, recognised the name
of Lieut. Colonel -- A letter from my friend
has since informed me that he had served in In
dia, with Lord Cough, and was promoted for his
gallant conduct in three campaigns He was
present at the battle of Alma, Balaklava, mixer
mann, and at last accounts was in good health, en-
gagged in the Siege of Sebastopol He was still
single. !" His heart was dead to loveW
A BRoKEF HKARr- Did he strike you ?n asked
Judge in Cincinnati, Of witness who had testi
fed that her husband abused her.
"No, sir, replied the modest and delicate look
ing woman, |" be has never struck me, though he
has often threatened to do it. He abuses me, and
am obliged to fee from his presence"
"Did he break any Of the furniture ?" asked the
Court. flpf1
"No, en-" responded the witness, as a tear
dropped from her eye, and she placed her hand on
Der bosom No, sir, he did not break the furni-
-, but he has frequently threatened to break
myAeart, and he is doing it, sir.'
Poe woman abe evidently spoke the truth. =.
D0pstor who stood beside her. though
Dply promisssa W love aud pro-
49, bitter prosecutor her
~ d0obt he once did love her
- at one time he would rather
nGe bitter tear to start from
but intemperance has unnamed,
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