Vermont phÅ“nix. [volume] (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1834-1955, 1857-04-04

wild sea, where the hurricane howls music, and
big waves roar the chorus, 'sw eeping the march
OF God, there He brews il, that beverage of
life, healh-eiving water. And every where it
is thing Of Misunderstanding in the dew drop ;
singing in the summer rain; shining in the ice
gem, till the trees all seem turned to living
jewels-spreadng golden veil over the setting
sun, or white gauze around the midnight
moon sporting in the cataract; sleeping in
the glacier; dancing in the hail-shower; fold
ing It's bright snow-cur;aius softly about the
wntry world; and weaving the many-colorel
iris, that seraph's zone of the sky, whose harp
is the ran.drop Of carth whose roof is the sun
beam OF heaven, checkered DER with celestial
flowers, by the mystic hand ofreiracion. Still
always it is beauiiful--that blessed life-waler /!
No poison bubbles on its brink its foam brings
not madness and murder; no blood stains its
liquid glass pale widows and starving orphans
weep not burning tears in its clear depths; no
drunkard's shrieking ghost from the grave ours.
es it in words of eternal despair Speak out,
my friends, would you exchange it for the de-
mons drink, alcohol"
shout like the roar Of tempest answered
MOI"
Critics need never tell me again that back
woodsmen are deaf 10 the divine voice Of elo-
qucnce; for saw, at thlt moment, that the mis-
sionary held the hearts of the multitude, as it
were, in the hollow of his hand and the pup
ular feeling ran in current so irresistible, that
even the dnelist, Watt Foeman. dared not ven
ture nnolher interruption during the meeting.
have jus; reviewed my report of that sin.
gular speech in the foregoing sketch but
alas discover that have utterly failed to
convey the full impression, as my reason and
imagination received il. The language, 10 be
sure, is there-lhat, | never could iorget-but
ii lacks the spirit; the tones of unuttcrabe pa
thos, the cadences Of mournful music. alterna-
ting with crashes Of terrible power; it lacks
the gestlculation, now graceful as the play of
golden willow in the wind, and anon, violen,
as the motion of a mountain pine in the hurr-
cane; 1t lacks that pale face wrapped in its
dream OF the spirit land, and those unfaihoma-
BILE eyes, flashing light such as never beamed
from sun or STARS; and more than all, ii lacks
the magnetism of the mighty soul that seemed
To difluse itself among the hearers, as a view
less stream of electricity, penetrating the brain,
like some secret FIRE, melting all hearts, and
mastering every voliton.
The Camp-meelng continued, and revival
attended II, such as never before, or since, was
witnessed in the forests of Texas But unfor-
iunaely, on the last day of the exercises, news
arrived on the ground that a neighboring far
mer had been murdered, and his wife and chill.
dren carried away prisoners by the Indians.
The young missionary sprang into the pull
pit, and proposed the immediate organization of
a company TO pursue the savages. The sug-
gestion being adopted the mover himself was
elected TO head the party. After several days
emy in the grand Pra'rie. The missionary
charged foremost of his troop, aud having per-
formed prodigies of bravery, fell-not by the
hand Of the lndian-bu, by shot from one Of
his own horsemen
! need scarcely name the assassin the read
er will have anticipated me. The incarnate
fend, Col Watt Foeman, chief hangman ofthe
Shelby Lynchers, and ten years later, master
cook at the poisoned wedding
Such is the only fragment from the biogra-
ply of wonderful genius the sole twinkling
ray Of dazzling lumiuary, that rose and set in
the wilderness, torn leaf from Paul Denion's
book of life. Peace be with his ashes. He
sleeps well in tina, lone isle Of eyergreens, sur
rounded BY the evergreen sea Of the great pral
rie. Natures beloved son inherits the cosil-
est tomb-ihat last possession. the inalenable
fee simple Of all time !-Gren Wca.