Spirit of the age. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1849-1865, 1858-02-03

VIII De TO you your every wish, or wheth- Lii
l wander through this world alone, with sh
sad heart. Listen, oh do not speak till no
have told you all. Ihave said, still say, tiI
hat will never become the wife of any w
One who drinks-even aOine-who is thus W,
encouraging intemperance.D W
@Miss Linwood, you do not mean to In cd
slnuate your suspicion that / will ever be- ia
come an inebriate J" in
~Mr. Hervey, / mean nothing more than NJ
no one has any pledge of security ii
against -intemperance, save in total absti- q
nence. The moderate drinker is standing st
on the outer wave of the whirlpool of in Il
temperance, exposed every moment to be n
swept off by that vile current of iniquity. il
Listen / had a mother, fair and beautiful il
as a dream. Far from her home she fled S
with her chosen one. For a time, happi- h
ness dwelt with her, but soon her husband, '
enslayed by the wine cup, turned away his t
strong love from her and w~orshipped at the
shrine of Bacchus. Ny mother day by
day grew weaker and fainter. | saw the
smile fade, the blue eyes grow dim, the
fond heart beat still more slowly, and she
sunk into death, my W noble mother,
hedrt-broken by the unkindness Of her hus-
band. Years passed by. | watched my
father, for | dearly loved him, as day by
day the iron chains grew stronger and
stronger, and my once noble father sleeps
in the drunkGrds dishonored Craze! In
my memory, he lives ; not as the vile inc
briate he seemed to others, but as the faith
er who once loved me and called me his
own Lilly. BY his pale corpse I resolved
to use my influence in chasing from earth
the influence of ardent spirits. Ihaye suf-
fered from its deadly sting. / know its
vile loathsomeness. Do you wonder | hate
the wine cupl But | forbear. You have
heard my decision. You have heard me
say, and you do not doubt it, l IoUe yoa as
you aOiH neUer be LoUed again. Your own
conscience will dictate the course it is your
duty to pursue. Follow these dictates, |
am yours forever. If not, | will tear the
bright beautiful flowers of love from my
heart, and cast them pale and withered far
from me, and live on, blessing you, and
praying that you may be ever happy, free
, from the fell d~estroyer's siren song. Ex-
cuse me !; | must leave you, and calm my
own feelings by retirement and the an
gelic girlleft him there, ~bewildered, amazed
The thought, she trusts me not-she thinks
: me weak, and in danger, and l must sub
, NIT to her-a woman-she is arbitrary
| and he left the house, with no enviablt
: feelings towards that gentle being wht
would have been to him a true and lovin!
wife. Again the old time dream of low
came to his heart, and he wrote hastily:
" LGIo M,oc Il .nwvAnlta 1ao,o.o, ,,oc1Ao,ollr
Will she not trust her happiness with on
who loves her better than life itself? ]
i true love so doubling, SO fearful?
- J.. HERvEY."
- Long and silently, her poor heart achin,
- Lilly Linwood sat and crushed the pap'
- in her hands, fit emblem of her own hope
Love prompted her to return a favorab
answer, but principle and prudence pr
In vailed and she wrote
- "Does Mr.. Hervey love the wine-ca
. better than her whom he has asked to
=. his own ? would he trust his happiness wi
n one who would not give up a sinful plea
ure for his sake? True love is true forevt
y, but it can live on through many trials al
~ not influence the heart to break a promii
NO a solemn vooO made by the pale silent boz
: of a parent cold in death.
- L. LINwooD."
~ The next morning a note was hand
~ Lilly.
~ Tomorrow | leave our town for an
definite period. May God bless yc
or though my happiness is as a dream that
10 past. ]. HERvEY."
ill The news of the sudden departure
Ier- James Hervey, the talented, brilliant &c
is tleman who had been the life of the cir,
in which he moved, was received with
'eir greet, and many were the conjectures ma
ink as to the cause of his absence. When Ii
So Linwood, after afew days appeared in tn
of midst, trying in vain to be gay, her {
mid beaming less brilliantly with its wont
fire; these conjectures were easily answer
the but no one had boldness enough to m
,en- ton his name to her. And SO DAYS pas
vey by and the name of James Hervey =,
hey heard no more, and all in the gay Gil
"a seemed to have forgotten his existence
arts But alone, with no human eye to mark
her heaving sigh, the falling tear and sleep
yhts, eye, Lilly Linwood sat each night cher
she ing in her heart his image, forever ensh
lliar ed upon its sacred altar. But his nam
S of it was to her no common sound
breathed it not, save when before the \
st on cy Seat she prayed for blessings on his {
not head. When her uncle, surprised
e in grieved at his favorite's departure, sou
/ her, to have the mystery solved, she
deci- him all the truth; and then her old far
pride returned and he said some b.
You words to her. With dignity, but !,
y pc calmness she replied "Uncle | have
that fered far more than he has. | suffer s
my but | am not to be moved. If YOU Il
They have acted wrongly, OF you consider
!, de- ungrateful for your kindness in not com
and l ing with your wishes, much as l love "
ional will no longer remain Rcre, in this be,
with full home which l never sought, but W
in the fuluess Of your love you offered
ngeth will return to my former home, at w
DAYS vile. Miss Harris will welcome me a,
e the sister, and perhaps | may be once /
Lilly happy. / am used to toll, or at least
r him before | came here"
g, life Her uncle was moved with her diru
e Mr.. bearing, her noble independence, ant
o the his displeasure vanishing, he drew he
h fear him and said Still true to yourself, ]
) love, Pardon your old uncle, who is sonnet
Joy of perverse, but always your W affectic
earn uncle. No, you will never leave me, n