Spirit of the age. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1849-1865, 1859-02-09

Think you there is a hereafter 2 the dy-
ing woman would have said, but pride, and
the prince of pride forbad the burden of
the query to end the sentence. Minerva
understood it.
1T was merely the atmosphere of super
stItlon, which we unavoidably Breathe
This it was which tainted the superior mind
in its last mortal struggle
There is no proof from Nature of here
after. And there is none, or philosophers
would have discovered it. My life shall
exempIify this belief thought Minerva as
she contemplated the calm, regular, marble
features Of her dead Patroness.
In proof of her attachment to. her rev.
cFence for her beloved adopted mother, her
bountIiul benefactress, her wise and gener-
Gus Patroness, Minerva re-entered upon her
career Of ambition and devotion to the
cause Of Woman's Rights, with renewed
ardour. The enthusiastic description of
the great orators death, filled all the advo-
Gates Of Woman's Rights philosophy with
fresh confidence in the truth of their doc
trlnes, and in the power and superiority of
woman's mind.
| The embryo champion ofwoman's rights,
the beautiful little daughter of Minerva,
was placed under the guardianship of a
competent governess, and in the hands of
a competent nurse, as the mother supposed,
and now the orator-mother had no impedi-
ment in renovating the world, and estab-
fishing Woman's Rights.
I'hn will ,f Nv.
cuted before the husband of Minerva had
abandoned himself to his evil courses, and
as on her short summon from the world,
she was allowed no opportunity Of securing
her fortune to her adopted daughter. it
was wholly in the power Of her husband
and his creditors. The unhappy husband
had expended all his own fortune subse-
quently to her death, in drinking and gam
bling, and this new acquisition enabled
him still to drown his cares and troubles
in the poisoned bowl of intoxication. and
stiilc the voice Of conscience among the
dissoute and the vile frequenters Of the
gambling house.
The desperate, disappointed, wretchcd
husband, now finding his home desolate
and comfortless, yielded himself more reck-
lessly than ever to his evil companions, and
the seductions Of dissipation.
Every evening on his return home. in
vain he looked for his wife, the mother of
his engaging little daughter. She was not
there. The household was neglected. her
baby forgotten. she was rlr away 1oCcuI-
ing on Woman's Rights. He took anoth-
er and deeper drink, he plunged more des-
perately-ruinously. At last one night he
lost every shilling he owned in the world.
He returned home late at night, in state
bordering on madness. He repaired to his
wife's chamber, she was not there. He
next sought the soace Of his infant daugh.
ter-he entered the nursery door. There
lay his beautiful, interesting little daLgh
ter-dead. He looked for her attendants
none were to be found; he was frenzieC
with grief and horror.
Ofthe neighbors he inquired if any coulC
tell him aught of his wife, his servants
He learned that his wife had gone to
neighboring town to lecture on Woman
: rights, and his servants were out, ATTENDING
a party.
. He returned to his house and Selling
razor, laid himself down by the side of hi
dead baby, and cut his throat at-saying a
, he did so, die a martyr to Woman
. Rights. The poor babe had likewise die
= martyr to Woman's Rights The nu1
! ses having lovingly administered dose {
= laudahum to ensure its repOse, while the
, too exercised their rights and attended
! dancing party.