Cooper's Clarksburg register. [volume] (Clarksburg, Va. [W. Va.]) 1851-1861, 1857-07-03


never be broken By fthe pratile Of alehild:i
Eish voice, Sobered repsntant and heart
broken. the wretched father laid bis head,
in the lap Of his faithful wife, beseechfng
herotp pray that the vow that morning
,breathedt by Wiiliesss ofiniand darenewed,
IbyI Nilie's grave might be .kepto unbros,
ken; And And she did prey, poor Mabel 10,
with her arms around the neck of the
weeping man She asked that this; her
lgreat bereavement cnight be sane tified to
1.-The salvation of 5her,erring Husband .SnodS
\ Il will do all thing well again seemed,
Whispered in her ear, and Mabel felt. as.
sured that Willie had not died IN vain
Twas hard at first fots 'RoBsrt p afEmahnhR 81
torbreak the fchainsI sRhicht bounds dhfmii
but thearemembraneeiof Willie'stonehing,
message. "a" :"STell pa pa good by,e,T fgood bye.
forever" would rush to his mind when
ever lie essayed to take the poisonous
bowl, and1thusi was he saved, and swRefSi
the sirsttdayof ANEW Year was ushefed
in, he, stood with, Mabel at the, altar and
on bis upturned brow received the bap.
tismal waters, while the man of Cod
broke to him the bread Of Life. sdAfGehs
that night atheymissed, their eohildaFand
Mabel's tears fell like a rain upon !. the
soft. chestnut cur. she had Severed from
his head. but as she looked upon her lfus-
band, now strong again This Restored 1
manhood, sue murmured. 1t was for
this that 'Willie7disdy dyand. 1would notthat
it should be otherwise. .'Iea assgtepsI sd
~ rta.4e,,*,3t %.,ate*t -
Fifteen years have passed away since.
the day when Lima Hastings breathed that
almost impiousi prayer y''senda Upon me
any evil but. this. = and upon the deep, IVA.
waters the Pacific a noble vessel lay be-
caImed. Fiercely the rays of tropical
sunipourea down upon her hardy crew,
but they needed it not. With, anxious,
frightened faces and subdued step they
trod The. deck, speaking in whispers Of 4
some dreaded event, There had beenrI
mutiny on board thatman -of.war,-a deep
laid plot TO murder the Commanding off
gators, four in number, were to pay the
penalty Of their crime. Three Of them
were old aud hardened in sin. but the
fourth. the fercest spirit of all twas said,
WAS young, and beautiful to- look upon
In the brown curls of his waving ahair
there were no threads of silver, and son,I
his brow there were no line save those OIL
reckless dissipation, while his beardtess
cheek was round and smooth as that Of
girl. Accustomed from his earliest child.
hood TO rule, he could not brook restraint,
and when it was put upon him he hsd re
belled against it. stirring up strifsaand:
leading on his comrades whosoused las
they were to vice, e,-marvelled- that one so
young should be SO deeply deprated.r
The ;sun was set. Darkness was upon
the mighty deep. and the waves moved
by the breeze which had sprung up. seem 4
ed to chaunt mournful dirgeE for Che boy 4
who far below lay sleeping ina dishont
ored grave. if grave. if grave it can be
called. where ,s,s,..
&c The purple mullet and gold fish rove,
Where the sea flower spreads its leaves of Blue
Which never are wet with the faling dew,
But in bright and chaMgeful beauty shine ID II
Far down in thedepths Of the CLASSY brine. ",1qiI
Over the surging billow and away to
the northward other robins are singing in
the old maple tree than those which sang
there years ago when death seemed brood
ing DER the place. Again the summer
shadows fell aslant the brightgreen lawn
and the soft breezes laden with the per-
fume of at6ousand' flowers kiss the faded
brow oflLina Hastings. but they bring mol
gIadnesss' to her aching heart, Cor her
thoughts are afar on the deep with the
wayward boy who, sputning alRe her
words of love and ccnsure has gone from
her I" to return no more forever" he said,
for he left in bitter anger. For three
years the tall grass has grown over the
grave Of her husband, who. to the last
was unloved, and now she is alone IN her
splendid home, watching at the hotfr of
! eve for the return Of her son.
Alas, alas, fond mother, Mabel Parks
man in her hour Of trial, never fell a
throb Of such bitter agony as. that which
wrung your heart-strings when FRS: you.
heard the dreadful story Of your DIS!
grace. There were days and weeks of,
wild frenzy, during which she would
shriek. Would 10 Heaven. he had died
that night when he was young and ihno!,
cent" nd.then she grew calm. sinking in.
to State oil inbecility from which naught
had power TO rouse her.
A year or two more they made for her
atgraye by the Side of her husband and
he hearts which in life were SO divided
now rests quietly together. while ON the.
! costly marble above them there is insch
bed the name Of their son, who sleeps
alone and unwept IN the far-of Southern
Seas. oi a1se sa7si '7he'
RookPoRF, N. Y. 1857. sa1. ss'e
80 ! q z----l-La ~ al sb4Ea
! W1LLs OF SHARsPEARE, MtLToa AID
N4Po1EeS. The last wills Of these three
grea. men are lied up in one sheet 'of
foolsoap, and may be seen at Doctors
Commons. london. In the win aof the