New Orleans daily crescent. [volume] ([New Orleans, La.]) 1851-1866, 1858-06-28

"True hope Is swift, and dies with swallows wings ;
Kings il makes gods, and meauer creatures kugs."

True hope Is swift and Dies with swallow's wings;
Kings IL makes gods, and meaner creatures kings"
Hope, like true love, was born in heaven where
angels reign supreme aud wreathe for the soul of
man crown Of Immortality. Hope Is the fountain
of life, where poets, madens, matrons may all
gather flower that will ever bloom in their hearts.
II bears them onward in the hour of need it iulls
their cares to rest ; it bids them look into the dim
and shadowy future for brighter hour; 1t buds in
the heart of childhood and in after years rpens into
maturity. Many are the happy moments its cheering
presence lures into life. IL causes us to view in
&ncy's mirror bright and varied flowers which never
bloom in garden Of destiny
But without it, what is lief When the proud and
majestic form of our Inflated Nautilus was pushed
from the last restingpace that she should ever an
Choir in with security hope reigned in every heart.
Upon that noble ship how few thought of the sad,
ali too sad fate that soon to befall them2
Upon the deck might be seen, in converse sweet,
happy mothers, fathers. sisters and brothers. who
soon expected to meet some loved friend but cruel
fate decreed that such happy dreams were never to
be realized. few Short pleasant days flew swiftly
by, when suddenly appeared upon the blue expanse
OF heaven dark cloud, which was destined to be the
destroyer Of that noble ship and all her precious
cargo. In vain she ploughed the troubled heart of
the mighty deep, struggling against each blasting
breath of the old storm king. The thunder pealed,
the lightning flashed and amidst the tempestuous roar
mingled mournfuly the voices OF human beings who
were called to meet their final DOOM But in their
darkest hour, they steadfastly chung to HOPPER
Hush Again the thunder pealed the lightning
the mighty deep sank to rise more. Many an
anxious mother and father sister and brother wife
and husband, were launched into that bourne from
whence no traveller returns" But when death was
borne upon the rushing gale, and watery grave
stretched forth to receive them they looked above
where proudly streamed in the air the red white
and blue the flag of the brave Then each dying
wanderer lsped, in accents OF resignation, tender
farewell to this beauteous land and all its varied
charms then, mayhap, expressed a wish that many
an oppressed nation might yet live to see the dawn
ing Of the day when that noble hag-our country's
fag-would proudly wave over their muchloyed
lands and, as the icy hand of death chilled their
longing hearts, and the angry waves swept their
bodies down the stream, was softly borne upon the
passing breeze these endearing words: " We leave
thee, bright earth, where we have spent so many
pleasant hours but now we hope to enter better
home, where all is bliss Thus, truly has it been
said d" While there is life, there is hope"
Upon the banks Of dark and turbd stream the
thunder-dr drum of heaven hushed into silence the
warbling of a few tiny vistants, who had wandered
from their congenial sphere to this drear abode.
Upon this stream might be seen, in countless num-
bers, miserable beings who had strayed from the
paths of duty and love and wandered to the gulf of
crime where they had freely bathed their hearts in
the dark waters of sin. In vain they try to flee the
sting of conscience slowly they glide down the
stream of time their sinsteeped hearts nearly sink
beneath the weight OF the which befall them
They see upon the walls of memory, embazoned in
letters OF fire. their past deeds of sin and crime 1t
bghts their sght-they turn from the fearful view
to behold beneath them yawning gulf, where beings
far more Wretched than themselves forever dwell
Eagerly they watch for the unfortunate creatures who
are to share their dread abode they reach forth their
arms to receive the peIiured souls OF those who have
wandered from the paths oil virtue TO the borders of
hell but they Shrek for mercy-for time to repent
They pray for forgiveness their souls bow down
with shame and their hearts wrung with emotions
of regret
Time is granted-the scene of life shifts. Brighter
and brighter appears the once darkened page. New
Joys bloom upon the banks of the turbid stream |
Slowly and softly the suHbeams of light and love fall
upon the troubled waters. New life and new energy |
guard their fiail bark. They have repented for the
past-for " deeds done in the body which the hand
of time can never obliterate from the book Of |
memory. They look back into the dim vista of the |
mighty past and shudder at the fate upon the borders
of which they once dwelt. Time gldes on with his
many Joys aud SORROWS. Suddenly they find them |
selves kneeling at shrine where numerous worship
pers flock to pay their tribute. The perfumed breath
of many flowers floats the land, and the music Of
tiny warblers greets the ear, and the sweet but |
solemn voice OF love mingles happily in the strain.
Lured on by this enchanting harmony, we suddenly |
find ourselves amid bright and smiling faces. We
pass onward when 10 behold q new, strange |
object attracts our .snraptured gaze and holds US
spell-bound.
Seated upon an eminence, where flowers forever
bloom and angels forever dwell, we behold fair |
maiden. Her ethereal form gracefully bends to the
motion of the bamy breeze. Hush she speaks |
In moment all is stiled into silence. Slowly she
rises from her owery seat, steps forward and in ac
cents of love thus addresses her subjects
" Come, gather around my throne. Here You be-
hold maiden in form, but in reality deity Wor-
ship me freely and truly, for in the hour Of need
viii prove the comforter and stamen of your life |
Without my presence, the weary heart will sink be-
meath the burdens which attend mans earthly
career Call upon me, and l will spring forth at your
bidding-wi bestrew your pathway with the roses
of happiness and illumine many dark and dreary
pictures which hang upon the walls of life And
when death shall visit you, with all his grim horrors
and touches you with his icy hand, and calls you to
that dread account which every earthly pilgrim shall
render, them and even then will be to comfort
and to guide, to make your last hour seem but
happy parting"
Slowly she waves her snow-white hand, and re-
sumes her flowery seat. Look amid her many wOr-
shippers and see 10 deep devotion, the miserable
creatures who, few short weeks previously knelt at
the shrine of despair. Their eountenances have
changed that fearful gaze has fed to regions far,
unknown. look Of eOntentment rests upon their
once furrowed cheeks, smile of happiness ever plays
over their thneworn brows. Their hearts bow down
in praise and their thoughts wander far into the
FUTURE where they behold bright pictures of happier
hours yet to come. They have driven despair from
their hearts they have fled from the paths of sin to
follow that of virtue with her overcoming glory.
They have found the only lasting treasure, the only
true source of happiness, and have drank, deeply,
deeply drank, y at the fountain OF Hope
AbDIE WHITE.
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