Smyrna times., 1858-02-18
Original Articte.
The Mission of a Sunbeam.

The Mission of Sunbeam.
The chamber was gorgeously furnished; upon
the right and left, and all around, were scat
tered in richest profnsion, the rarest collections
of art that might please the eye, or cater to the
finest. incest sense of the beautiful. Here and
there were arranged in exquisite taste richly
carved dlvans and fsnteuIls, whose soft, easy
embrace fifty wooed and won the occupant to
the most gentle slumbers Every article of
that elegantly constructed boudoir was in eX-
ceIlent keeping with the boundless wealth OF
the princely owner. The argent rays, reflect
ed from highly FURNISHED chandelier, threw
their soft and lambent light upon the equip
meats of that apartment, rivaled only by the
maguifcence Of regal splendor. BEAUTIFULLY
bound works, whose authors eyes Peered
tarouuh the golden clasps and guided backs,
rave abundant evidence of the owners love OF
the Poets soul, the Philosophers zeal and re-
search. and the Historians fire. And yet, ILoP-
piueSs d,otIls not there. The spirit of beauty
urralhcs around it no spell of joy that may
speak in gentle tones OF love aid gladhcss to
the longing soul.
EnyeIeped in the ample folds of her richly
A,wing pellsse, her dishcvelIcd hair stealing in
golden masses upon neck OF parldn white
ness. sat lady, whose dark, respleudent beauty
Eht'welI shame all the glory with which she
was surrounded Wealth gives not true happl-
ness. She wasa worn, weary, wre'chcd thing.
Her large and lusrous eyes, from whose silent
depths, had, but an hour ago, flashed the fires
Of wild excitement, aud burned into the soul OF
The enrapt behOlder, were fixed in mute and
N ,urutul sadness upon the floor. Her whole
attitude was one of severest listlessness. Joys
she had tasted were from her fed, and darkness
and slept within her bosom's home. And thus
she sat, buried IN the protundlty of her own
dark, secret thoughts, ill the red, rosy morn
opened with her gentle fingers the peary por-
tals Of the sun. a sunbeam, bright and beau
IltuI as its own sunny skies, born OF the bright
ness of the morning, came mcrrlly, cheerily
dancing ia its flight through the lattice, and
fell in. glorious beauty uPnh the PensiVe sad
ness Of the LADY, "Child of the sun messen-
ger OF gladness whence is thy brightness !
Why shine pom the weary! The good and
beautiful of earth have greatest right to Thy
cheer. Leave me. then, to my sad heart, and
let my own dark SORROWS be my only company
No! no lady of beauty, the goodness of my
great Original babe me shine on all, and tel
the story Of my Joy. Like the great heart o.
my Father, mine is ever open TO. all that looE
upon nv face and read therein the greatness o.
Ills love. Let sorrow TO the winds; be nc
longer sad, but hopeful, happy" The Sun
beam departed, but the glory of his presence
fingered long about the lady's heart, and gave
her the JOY she sought.
Twas midnight,-a mother sat watching, in
fearful agony, the features of her baby-boy.-
Darkness kept with her the lonely vigils of lh'
night, while a terrible disease touched, will
icy fingers, the vitals of her only child. Slow
ly the nighttime of sorrow passed away, AM
still the mother prayed. Morning came, an
found the gentle, anxious watcher kneellng a
the couch of suffering innocence. Sad was he
heart,-distant the hope of returning joys
Despair had we'll nigh won her for his prey
Heaven seemed deaf to the entreaties of he
soul,-the ear Of Mercy heavy TO the fond dc
sires of her sorely stricken heart Our GLAD
some, happy Sunbeam came; darkness fed g
the approach Of the sunny vistaut; Hope re
entered, and Despair went bowling to his nr
live home. "Obl mOurner of the nigh
watches, dry these tears, hush the bitter VIC
Of thy sad soul. Sorrow may continue f
night, but Joy cometh in the morning. Q
the pihions of love, from the bosom of my hon
beyond the skies, bring thee joyful tidings
great joy,--iby prayer is heard, thy faiihfulne
approyed.--thy boy shall live, live for thy lol
and Heaven ''.a". T..t' ~.
A beggar sat by the way side. His tattsrt
dress aud anxious face revealed the story Of b
wrongs. Ions. .--and oh, ahOU' long !--
watched the stony, heartless throng Of bu
ness, pleaspre.s vice.. Vacant the slaresand u
believing the looks fixed upon bis oft-repeat'
ceaseless calls for help and bread. No SYM
thy left, forgotten of friends, fOrsaken aim
by Heayen,- what now is left him but to suf
orto die. This must not be. To Heaven
lifts his streaming eyes and prayerfal hes
aud froun yon distant skies, through the Gle
ceruleauI depths, there comes. the messenger
Happiness tohis worn and broken soul, and "