Spirit of the age. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1849-1865, 1857-11-04
For the Spirit of the Age.
A REVERE WITH THE SPIRIT.

During a late long, autumn evening, / sat
bymy fire in a half-dozing, balf-musing mood,
gazing upon the bright red Goals before me.
Sweet memory, with its silken wing, fitted
before me, and brought in its golden car the
precious thoughts and actions Of olden time,
and among the first things in the Pleasure"
corner Of the car, that caught attention, was
a great bundle Of dear ''Spirits"-and like
guardian Spirits and precious angels in dream
land, they watched my dreary hours and
drove away each troubled thought and was
ting care that lowered over me. Indulging
in delicious ~reverie, / thought of the happy
hours | had spent with the 'rDear SPIRIT
In reverie | picked up copy after copy of the
age" Chow truly does it picture the state of
the present Age and the Spirit that should
guide it, and read the heart-rending tales of
life, the sad stories Of woe, the sound TEN
perance logic and the side shaking outbursts
of wit and humor-but | always commenced
reading on the second page, the corner devo-
ted to the Ladies. After awhile, however, |
saved that part Of the good Spirits message
for the LGst-knowing that house-keepers
Qm a "bach" yeti saved their best things for
dessert. Iread each successive number and
when | had laid by the last issue, | awoke,
as ] supposed from my dream but 'phancy
my pheelinks' when | saw in reality my
chum's big bundle of Ages lying on the table
beside me, and the rich golden car in which
memory brought to me, turned out to be the
old yellow pine box that my chum kept his
Spirits" in. The effect however was Just as
good, and the illusion under which | labored
was delightful. | looked for my fire and saw
nothing but ashes, and my candle had burn
ed to the socket. Is it not thus with life P?
A man rushes forward to amass wealth and
| nhtaID hanninngc In bic aocor ,oo,oI IL
leaves home, friends and kindred; true he
meets around the same board, and shares the
same health but his heart is not there, it is
!, in the busy world, amidst the gnawing cares
and blighting troubles of life. He ultimately
reaches the pinnacle strived after, and looks
around for the pleasure and happiness that
awaited him there instead of g~rasping gold,
r he grasps dross instead of Selling the rich
: ripe fruit Of happiness, he sees it whitening
at his touch instead of Frightening his
hearth-side with red warm Goals of domestic
> affection, he perceives naught but cold, dis
t heartening ashes. His lamp of life has near
c ly burned out, and with one eager, earnest
stretch for happiness, he expires, as the dy.
ing flame Of the candle goes out with one
5 bright blaZe-and then is lost in the gloon
of night
May | say a word to your Social Circle p
, | am a stranger to each one of you, Ladies
! yet 1 am not a stranger to your thoughts.
u love to commune with you by means of tn,
dear Spirit; tits, my greatest delight to holc
f sweet converse together, yet, l long to holc
o a closer connection with you, to say instead
of Dear Circle" "Dear Mollie'-or "Dea
Minnie"-or any member of your brillian
Circle. | am indebted to 'Dear Maggi
Glenn" for my presumption. l do not meal
to accuse her of presumption, by no means
but she said that there were vacant chairs il
the Circle" 1t would be my highest de
y light to sit in one Of these-or rather in
corner, or on a stool at the feet of some gifte
one provided hoops will admit it, and gaz
In her bright eyes and listen to the musica
voice and sweet elegant language of her lips
VIII some lovely one bid me in, and show m
my stool? I'll pledge my honor as a younI
bach not to disturb any one I'll only gaz
at the fair one as she speaks through TIA,
/, spirit" n dahol6 my hand to my ear go,
her precious lips. Speak some word of hope
u will not some one? And l will give notice
y yOumust Orite loud articles, because I'm deaf
i And now you want to know my name, d
you? Well, it is WI, but you must cal
=" me for short
q WILL o. THE WISP.