Keowee courier. [volume] (Pickens Court House, S.C.) 1849-current, 1858-03-06
SABBATH READING,
Death and sleep-A Parable.
TRANSLATED FROM THE GERMAN.


Death and sleep; the angel of slmnber
and death, in brother-likc embrace, walked
over earth. twas evening. Thoy reclin-
ed on q hill not far from the habitations of
men. a mournful silence prevailed round
about, and the yespcr bell in the distant
little village grew mute. Quietly and
peaccably, as is their custom, the two be-
ne6cent guardian angels of the human race
were sitting, in cordial embrace, and the
night was already approaching.
Then arose the angel of slumber from his
moss-covered couch, and strewed with
noiseless hand the invisible seeds of slum-
ber. The evening winds carried them to
the quiet mansions of tired husbmdmcn-
Now the sweet sleep embraced the inhabi-
tants of the rural cottages, from the grey
haired sire leaning on his staff, down to the
infant in the cradle. The sick forgot his
pains, the mourner his grief, and the poor
his cares, All eyes were closed.
Aftor the work was ended, this benefccnt
guardian angel laid himself again by the
side of his storm brother.
'If the morning dawn shall break in"
exclaimed he, with cheerful innocence,
"then tho world will praise me as her friend
and bencfactor! O, what JOY to do good
unseen and secretly! How happy arc we
invisible messengers nf tho GoUd spirit !.
How beautiful our quiet vocation -
Thus spoke the friendly angel of sMm-
Der. The angel of death looked at him
with an air of sadness, and tear, as the
immortals weep them, stood in his large
dark eyc. "Ah," said he, ~ cannot re-
joice in the pleasant thanks as thou. The
world calls me her enemy and the disturb
cr of her joys y Nr
go, my brother" replied the angel of
sleep, "shall not mortals, at their awaken
ing, recognize thee as their friend and bless
thee gratefully? Are we not brothers, and
messengers of one Father ?"
AS he thus spoke, the eyes of the angel
Of death were cleaning, and the brothcrly
guardian-angels tcndcrly embraced each
other.
Tue Doom OF OUR WoRLD. What this
change is to be VIC dare not conjecture, but
we see III the heavens themselves some ira
ces of destructive clement and some indi-
cations of their power. The fragments of
broken planets--the descent of meteorc
stones upon our globe-the wheeling com
cts welding their loose materials at the So
lar furnace-the volcanic eruptions of our
own satellte-7the appearance of new stars,
and the disappearance of others--are all
foreshadows of that impending convulsion
to which the system of the VOID is doomed,
Thus placed upon planet which is to be
burned up, and under heavens which are
to pass away; thus treading, as it were, on
the cemeteries, and dwelling on the mauso-
lcums Of former worlds, let us learn the
lesson Of humility and wisdom, if we have
not already been taught it in the school of
revelation.-NoyM British .Rcgiew.
II. We now disposed of all my property
for my family; there is one thing more 1
wish | could give them, and that is the
Christians religion. If they had this, and
/ had not given them one shilling, they
would be rich; and if they had not that,
and [ had given them all the world, they
would be poor, Fat,ich Hea,y's WW
BEAUTIrUL.--The following lines are from
the pen of George ID. Prentice:
"Why is it that the rainbow and the cloud
come over us with beauty that is notsof
earth, and then pass away, and leave us to
muse on faded loveliness? Why is it that
the stars that hold their nightly festival a.
round the midnight throne, are placed above
the reach of our limited faculties, forever
mocking us with their unapproachable glory?
And why is it that the bright forms of human
beauty are presented to our view and thon
taken from us, leaving the thousand streams
of affection to flow back in almighty torrents
upon the human heart? We are born of a
larger destiny than that of earth. There is
II land whore the stars will be set out before
us like islands that slnmber in the ocean,
and where the beautiful beings that pass be-.
fore MS like meteor, will stay in our pres
ence forever"
PRocRAsTINATIoN.- NEAR the close of his
life, Patrick Horny laid his hand on the BIZ
bic, and said to o friend, Here is q book
worth more than all othors yetit is my mis4
fortune never TO have read it with proper at
tention until latelyn William Pitt, when he
came todie, said: 81 fear. that have, like
many others, neglected my religious duties
too much TO have any ground to hope that
they can be ef6cacious on my death bed"
WHAr delightful world this would be if
all its inhabitants could say with Shakes
peare's Shepherds "Sir, am true labor
or, Learn that 1 get and get that 4 sears owe.
no man hato, envy TO mans happiness glad
of fother mems good content with my fmm|
LABOR and capital judiciousls applied
to the improvement of agriculture, area no
less sure Investment than in any other bus
iuGss.