Preble County Democrat. [volume] (Eaton, Ohio) 1857-1859, 1857-10-08
Ais Well.


The following exquisite gem is wort
retaining and preserving. We doubt
the whole range of English or an,
other literature, can furnish anything
more simply beautiful-more purel,
eloquent :-''Twelve o'clock at night
and alPs well p
False prophet! Still and statue like
at yonder window stands the wife. Th,
clock has told the small hours; yet hel
face is pressed closely against the win
dow-pane, striking in vain, with strain
ing eye, to pierce the darkhess. She
sees nothing, she hears nothing-but
the. sbeatipG4af.-h hes-.esssssslll lllsstts- sSass
she takes her seat openaasBible and
seeks from it what comfort she may
while tears blistered the pages. Then
she clasps her hands, and her lips are
tremulous with mute suppiication.-
Hist there is All unsteady step in the
hall; she knows it-maEy times and
oft, it has trod on her very heart strings.
She glides down gently to meet the
wanderer. He falls heavily against her,
and, in maudlin tones, pronounces a
name. he had long since forgotten to ho-
nor. Oh! all-enduring power of wo-
mans love-no upbraiding, no reproach
the light arm passed around that reel
ing figure, once erect in Goods own
image" With tender words of entrea-
ty, which he is powerless to resist, if he
would, she leads him in. 1t is but a
repetition of q thousand such vigils
1t is the performance of vow with
heroism and patient endurance too com
mon, and everyday, to be chronicled
on earth; too holy and heavenly to pass
unnoticed by the registering angel
above.
:AUs tccUP
False prophet! In yondcr luxuri-
GUS room sits one whose curse it was to
be as fair as a dream of Eden. Time
was, when those clear eyes looked low
ingly in mother face-when a kind
loving father laid his trem bling hand.
with "a blessing on that sunny head
when brothers and sisters voices blend
ed with her own in heart music around
the happy hearth. Oh where are they
now? Are there none to say to the re-
penting Magdalen, Neither do l CON
dcmn thee, so and sin no morer' Must
the glided fctter continue to blind the
soul that loaths it, because a man is
less mcrciful than God
"LlWs ,reU!' = - = - II
False prophet There lies the dear
orphan. In all the length aud breadth
If the green earth there was found no
shelter or rest, where the lonely dove
could fold its wings when the parent
bird had flown. The brooding wing
vas gone that covered it from the cold
Winds of neglect and unkindness.-
Love was its life; and so-it dropped!
"1Vs ,ceU!"
False prophet! Sin walks the earth
n purple and fine linen; honest pover-
y, with tear -bedewcd face, hungers and
hivers, and thirsts, while the publican
tands affair off, The widow pleads in
ain to the crmined judge for 'justice,"
nd, unpunished Cf Heaven, the human
igcr crouches i'll his lair, and springs
lpon his helpless prey. ..-- 80,
"-4Ws pcU!'
All, yes, all is well, for He, who
sceth the end from the beginning"
olds evenly the scale ofjustice. olives
hall yet beg of Lazarus" Every hu-
nan tear is counted. They will yet
parkle as gems in the crown of the pa
lent and enduring disciple! When the I
lear broad light of eternity shines upon
fc's crooked paths, We will see the {
mares and pitfalls from which our hedge
f tlorns has fenced US in and, in our ;
faith, we shall exultingly I
ay, Father, not as l will, but as thou
lit y Fanny Fern.