The true Democrat., 1857-04-07

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 He ceased, and not till then did beco,,o conscious of weeping. Hooked around tb bronah my tears, and saw hundred faces wet as ,u;th rain! "' "i'n
 "Now, my friends" said the m;ssionorr partake Of Gods gift at the table and tbon come and sit down and listen to his gospel.n
 It would be impossible to describe the sweet tone of kindness in which these simple words were uttered, that made him on the instant five hundred friends. One heart, however, in the assembly was maddened by the evidence of tne T preachers wonderful power. Col Watt roea,ah expressed in sneering voice.
 "i' raul Denton, your reverence has lied. ! ! ou promised us not only good barbecue but oet.er a lquor. Where is the liquor?o
 here" answered the missionary in tones oi tnuhoef, and pointing his motiouess fipoer at tho matchless Double Spring, gushing up in two strong columns with a sound like 2 shont or Joy from the bosom of the earth. s.Tberei,, ne repeated with look terrible as Gobtnino while hls enemy actually trembed on his feel, there Is the liquor, which God, the Eternal orews for all his children.''
 Not Tn the simmering still. over smoky nres, choaked with poisonous gases and sur. rounded With stench of sickening odors and rank corruption, doth your Father in heaven prepare the precious essence of Gfe-the nure cola water. But in the green glade and grassy dell, where the red deer wanders and the child delights to play, there God himself brews if. ana down, low down in the deepest valleys where the fountains murmur and the rills sinq. ana hlsh on the tall mountain top where the naked granite glitters like gold in the sun where the storm cloud broods and thunder tones crash; and away far out on the wide wild sea- where the hurricane hows music. and bio waves M roar the chorus, Sweeping the march of uod'-there he brews it, that beverage of life heath slvng water. And every where it is a 'hihg of beauty, gleaming in the dew drop: slh9ihg Tn the summer rain, shining in the ice gem, till trees all seemed turned to livino jew els-spreadng golden veil over the settino sun' or white gauge over the midnight moon; sporting Tn the cataract sleeping in the glacier: dancing i'll the hail shower; folding it's brobt snow-curtalns softly about the wintrv world. ana wearing the many colored iris, that seraph's zone oi the sky whose harp is the rain drop of earth' whose roof is the sun beam of heaven all check kered o'er with celestial flowers, by the mystic hand of refraction. Still it is alwavs beautiful, that blessed life water, No noison ouooleS on It; Its foam brings not madness and murder; no blood stains its liquid glass; pale widows and starving orphans weep not burnino tears Tn Its clear depths; no drunkrad's shrek. Ing ghost from the grave curses it in words of eternal despair! Speak out my friends, would you exchange 1t for the demons drink alec. hol?" N'-"N '''0o-
 A shout like the roar of tempest answered -"N0?" '0"
 OfItcs may never tell me again that back woodsmen are deaf to the divine voice of elo. quehce, for l saw at that moment. the mis- slonary held the hearts of the nuItitude as if were m the hollow of his hand, and popular leelIhS ran Tn current 50 irresistible, that even the dueIllSt, Watt Foeman, dared not venture another interruption during the meeting.
 | nave Just reviewed my report of that sim guiar speech in the foregoing sketch. but alas l discover that have utterly failed to convey the ful Impression as my reason and imagin alton received it. The language to be sure is there; that never could forget, but it lacks the spr't; the tones of unutterable pathos, the ca. dehceS of mouriul music alternating with crash eS of terrible power; it lacks the gesticulaticp. now graceful as the play of golden willow in tue "lnd' and anon, violent as the motion of a mountain pine in the hurricanes; it lacks that pale lace, wrapped in its dream of the spirit iana, and those uhfathomable eyes flashing a H3ht such as never beamed from sun or stars. ana more than all, it lacks the magnetism of the mighty soul that seemed to ditfuse itself among the hearers as a viewless stream of electricity, penetrating the brain like some se- cret hre, melting all hearts, and mastering every voitiou.
 Inc camp-meeting continued and revival attended It such as never before or since was witnessed m the forests of Texas But m. fortunately on the 'last day of the exercises. news arrived on the ground that a neighboring farmer had been murdered, and his wife and chidfen carried away prisoners by the Indians.
 The young missionary sprang into the pul. plt, and proposed an immediate organization oi company to pursue the savages. the sug geStlon being adopted the mover himself was elected to head the party. After several days of hard riding they overlook the barbarous enemy in the grand prairie The missionary charged foremost of his troop, and having per formed prodigeS of bravery, fell. not by the hand oi the Indians, but by d shot from one of his own horsemen.
 Such IS only the fragment from the biogra phy oi wonderful genius; the sole twinkling ray of dazzling lumnary that rose and set in the wilderness, a torn leaf from Paul Denton's book of life. Peace be with his ashes. He sleeps well Tn that lone isle of evergreens. sur. rounded by the evergreen sea of the prairie. Natures beloved son inherits her costliest tomb that last possession, the inalienable fee sim pie of all time.