Spirit of the age. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1849-1865, 1858-04-21

cerating vapors deep in your everlasting
peace. See yonder morning glory-beau-
tifully it expands its undivided corolla and
reflects its varied hues in Phgbus' early
rays. Look for it at noon. 1t Is gone,
leaving no evidence Of its ephemeral exis-
tence except an unseemly pericarp. So
the heartless fair one, who today exults in
personal charms, and revels in sensual
pleasure, tomorrow regrets their early de-
parture and writhes under the blighting
influence which they, though buried in the
dark vista Of the past, still exert over her.
Oh who would spend thus the precious
moments allotted for holy purposes. How
deplorable, how lamentable the condition
OF that individual who launches his fraiI
barque on life's tempestuous seas with no
helmet but worldly wealth no anchor out
personal strength, and oh! where are
words to describe the agonizing grief of
such a one, when in this decaying helmet
this unstable anchor taken away, falls
through, opportunities sighted, talents
abused and mercy freely offered,to the dark
doleful regions of eternal despair. Oh
how much it would lessen his misery to
know that it would terminate hundreds,
thousands, yea, even millions of years. But
Gods immutable Word proclaims in his
EARN laundering tones--FoREvER. the dark
deep chasms of the doleful abode echo
FOREVER the oldest spirit that fell with
the Prince of darkness from high heaven
reverberates forever, FOREVER, FOREVER.
Awful, thrice awful thought, that the i'm
mortal soul, the soul that is worth innu-
merable worlds like this, sells its claim to
eternal happiness for a mere atom of this
sublunary planet, which atom, left at the
Threshold of cold icy Jordan, serves to
augment his unutterable anguish in endless
woe. Oh! sinner why will you not turn
from the rough and beaten road that leads
to destruction, to the path that leads to
joys unalloyed on high. Have you not
found the way of the transgressor, even
though he be fortunes most favored son,
is truly hard? Then shake off the calling
shackles of sin and unbelief, and meekly
kiss the proffered sceptre of the Prince Of
Peace; for the christian rejoicing under the
s%everest affections; the saint passing trium-
plant through the frowning portals of icy
death, and Gods revealed will, all t estify
that His yoke is light and easy to be borne.
Oh! g orious hope, blessed thought, that
even the h~umblest, the most indigent,
the most iIliterate, may buckle on the he'll
met of faith and hope, and win the never
fading laurels which remain for the faith
tul in the realms of endless day. Then
poverty may press, adversely frown; yea
tahIeffFH ffag ggSdfrdi darts 1T ? WITH flRf stI fHfr s s might mgFt hbH Ht
only let me repose under the never-to-be
shivered rock of Saskatchewan | will laugh
at their rage and rebound the sharpest mis-
sile to their shame and confusion. Only
let me know that | I'm Christ's that His
invincible hand holds me with its all sus-
tanning power, and | will surmount the
most formidable obstacle that all the uni
ted powers of darkness can oppose, and &c
forward in the path of duty, though | tread
the valley Of care and sorrow and pas:
through the deep waters of persecution anc
atHiction. Take from me the privilege o
laboring to benefit society the hope o
reaching heaven when life's swift chequer
ed career is over, and | would call on tn,
mountains to bury me deep beneath thei
} centres for how could | live in this bleak
5 this dreary, this delusive world, without on
ray of light to guide my inexperienced fee
across the slippery shores of time; withou
one propitious star to illumine my pathwa
across the dark perilous pillows Of death
Oh thou Vicarious Sacrifice, accept a
humble suppliant's prayers and strengthe
her resolve to love and serve thee. Dives
her Of all self-righteousness and person;
h prejudices; instil in her heart the holy il
a t~uences of Thy unerring Spirits and teac
1t her to bow submissively to Thy will an
d act faithfully the part assigned her, thong
d to accomplish it she is forced to wal
through ~toreboding paths and ride on II
stormy billow. Where is the mind fire
n with true christian zeal that does not lor
n to extract the immortal, the pricele
I'd pearls that lie buried in ignorance and pc
!, luton in heather lands, from the verge
n, woe and misery to deck the mansions
the new Jerusalem. Oh the rapturou
OF the soul inspiring thought,that even |, col
paratively less than nothing, may aspire
lat enter the Holy City, and join the bloc
washed throng in chanting holy praises
Him who sits on the snow-white thror
and fills the remotest of the celestial cou
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