The Perrysburg journal. [volume] (Perrysburg, Ohio) 1853-1861, 1857-02-05
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The Last Hours OF the Magda en-.

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"IIve not suffered things to be forgiven
ii ave not had my brain scared, my heart riven,
Hopes slppcd, nAme blighted, liies lite led away
And only not to desperation driven
Because not altogether of such clay
Asro.s w.ln the splls Of those whom survey
ale who has most of hear. knows most of sorrow. =
She is alOnc-al alone. The dark hour draws
nigh. Nj friendly hand presses hers in token of
sympatIy-9or single tear drops on her pillow
to ass re her ,ho. she will be missed when she is
gone. {4, Tie fresh leaves Of r,peutcnca are ten
dery hiding ,he darkness Of her sin, andnosecssly
as Onsss mini7tra,ions are yelling the care lines
on her brow. Once she was happy child That
period OF innocence comes swiity up the aises Of
m9mory, and drives forth fresh tears for she thinks
of the green fields, the singing birds the clear
b:eezes, the thousand things that childhood deems
beautiful, AMI alas of the young companions as
pure now in their proud maturity as then, when the
world had not in sharp conflict tried and found
them ,Ounting! Aud harder stil-and here, her
very heart dissoves itself in tears--she seems to
feel the kind touch of the soft fingers that use to
twine into sunny rnglets the locks that lay faded
and tangled now anl she remembers too the
gentle voice that tendery blessed, and rcvcrently
commended to higher keeping her little child =
Oh, how the poor sinner longs to walk backward
over the living Goals of her own sins, to undo the
evil that is hurrying the sands of life away But
.he fat has gone forth. Sounds of merriment and
laughter breaks in upon her solitude; an occa-
sional oath wounds her newly awakened sensitive
ness; al uncertain stepapproaching her room send.
shver of pain through her veins and rude un.
feeling voice assures her that he thought to have
found her sometime gone ; that is all it says, then
the cruel speaker closes the door, and rdshes into
the street to rejoin his departing companions.
Time passesand the mind moi keeping pace with
its wearing francis fully alive to inner and outer in
duence. What greater torture than this DO
merit this ?" she cries nearly doubling the exis
tence of mercy. ..r
Aud gently the Dark Angel draws nearer, when
she babbes of innocent sports, of purer days, of
mothers loves and better still, of faith in joys c
come when the repentant Magdalen woald be
equal in the unerring confidence of Fathers
love- to those whose pure wings had never been SC
deeply sustained when the confines Of earth folded
them.
And with this glorious revelation lighting hel
path, she softly crossed TO the Jordan side.
But what became of him who hurried her tC
her ruin He ?-he is feeding at sumptuous ia
besi exchanging smiles with lonely females; seem
| ing the incarnation of virtue with the virtuous
flwned upon, and followed while lower sinks hi
victim, until the uneelng boor who, in her tryin!
hour wondered at her lingering, took her to tho
miserable shelter that she could never grow use,
| to.
Bat the deep and unchangiug peace of the re
deemed MagdaIen is hoiier far than any misleading
dream of her earth-ife, and the deep tones o
"Neither do condemn thee" sweeter to her tha
any of Heavens songs aF r.-.'. ...a.
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