The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1858-07-16
the command is laid We must wait His
time, it will come

around whom the tendrils of woman's heart
have twined 50 closly that any amount of
suffering-of physical suffering-could be
cheerfully borne while he retained his own
idenity, into being from which she must
instinctively shrink with horror, being
sunk, not to the level OF the brute, but
lower, loaoey than they; and this to crafty
a cursed passion for gold how loathsome,
evof to yourselves, will bo your own foul
spirits, when The light of eternity forces
you to look upon yourselves, as he beholds
yol, stripped Of the yellow dus. that has
caused you to shine in the worlds eye.
Your moral character, how foul, how black.
The mother fears were to be realiz-
ea, yes, her torebodngs were too prophet
ic. The snow had already made a wind
ing sheet for the clay of the loved one
0, Woman, abused, trampled upon as thy
affections have ever been, thy heart will ever
beat true to natures sacred trust, as turn
ing from self, though suffering from
hunger, cold and neglect, thy thoughts
centre in, and thy efforts are put forth for
the salvation of those cherished ones who
have gathered their life from thy heart
The super-human strength of the moth
er enable her to enlist the aid Of distant,
neighbor, and the boy was found dead, yes,
the angel of death had passed upon the wings
Of the storm, and beholding. "a shining
mark" being too good, too pure..to inhale
Earth's putrid atmosphere, bcckoned the
weary one to its embrace, and kissing the
blue lips, the beating heart became cold
and still, the spirit was conveyed to the
home of the pure, where the fumes of the
sill will never cause us to turn shudder-
ingly away from the embrace of those We
have once loved.
Was the father and husband there TO
support the fainting wife with his manly
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80 the log cabin, the home Of the drunkards
family? o No! he was away on "bus-
mess" 1t was quite as well that he was
not there for the cuisines" he was en-
gagged in was the bartering of the soul, the
affections, the sensibilites in a word, all
his noble manhood, for a luathsome, bloat-
ed mass Of flesh and blood, stuffed with
moral putreiaction. He was not now the
" Dear Frank Of his once proud, doat-
ing wife Not vestige remained of his
former self, so complete had been the
transformation.
And yet his name had been enrolled
among the honored men of his country
the walls of its Legislative halls had echoed
with words of glowing patriotism born in
the heart and rolling from tho eloquent
lip Of Frank Ashton. He had for while
lived his principles. q what a blessing
might he have been to his family and the
world, with those glorous talents improved;
But he was born in an evil age. His
refined social tastes gathered around him
many friends and admirers in the fashion
able world, and the glowing wine sparkled
upon every board which he was invited to
grace with his presence At first the
wine was slipped because it was impolite
torefuse the pressing invitations of his many
frienda but soon his appetite craved the
until brandy sent its fire into
his brain from his own board. Though
a man does not become a drunkard at
once, when it requires brandy to crafty
the appetite for drink, long strides arc
made in the downward course, until he is
very soon found in the "guttcr." Ash
ton was still the "Esq. OF tho bar-room
rowdies, but his self-respcct, bis property,
his all was gone, and but short time
after the awful death of his poor Albert,
MS sun of life went down in the smoke Of
tho st'H, never to rise again The breath
Of the hydra had purified his moral heart
It's Shiny folds were now drawn tightly
around his physical frame his brain was
fired with delirium; he writhed in agony
for short time; soon all was over, aud
he was carried to his place among the
dead. He had reduced his wife TO the
verge of starvation long before his death
and as his presence brought no ray of sun
light to his darkcned home, his removal
to the grave cast not darker shadow
over the hearts of his wife and child.
We associate something solemn and
awful with the idea of death, and vet
death is really friend sent to earth by
kind Father with missions of mesry tor