Spirit of the age. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1849-1865, 1859-09-07
WRITTEN FOR THE SPIRIT OF THE AGE.
The Drunkard's Daughter.
BY SARAH J. C. wHITTLESEY.
(coNTINUED.)

"Whaf j. il Z"
IAN tA.An Bishop, who had struggled
through, u,any difficulties, without reiining,
and been much opposed without manifesting
impatience, being asked by a friend to COM
municate the secret of his being so happy,
replied ut consists in a single thing, and
that is, making a right use of my eyes" His
friend, in surprise, begged him to explain his
meaning. sMost willingly" replied the Bish-
look up to Heaven, and remember that my
first great business is to get there. then
look down upon the earth, and call to mind
how small a space I shall soon fill in it. |
look abroad in the world, and see what null
titudes are in many respects less happy than
myself. And thus / learn where true happiness
is placed, where all my cares mer-t end, and
how little reason | ever have to iAurmur, or
be otherwise than thankful And to listen
in this spirit, is to be always happy"
81 wish l had your faith, Florence"
"You may have as great, if you will"
"How"
"Irg to 6eliece. To him that hath, shall
be given; ask and you shall receive"
"Ah! it is harder for some than others
You can't comprehend how difficult it is for
me-"
81 don't know the cause of your distress
9uilaO Pq HAY, II you wish, but it is a sad, sad
storylp
Don't tell me, if will affect you unpleas-
, antly."
Never mind, it's as true untold as related.
You will hear 1t now, after the distressing oc-
currence OF this hour, from some Source, and
l would rather you should learn it from one
who will give an u~nexaggerated version for
tales, like melting snow, increase in size and
impurity, by being rolled over the earth. Did
you see the drunken beast" who eccasioned
that dreadful calamity, Florence ~
Il saw a miserable wretch in rags and
filth, Keeling off in the custody of officer Nabb.
Was that he !? | gave him but one glance,
he was so disgusting. l hate the very sight
|, . of a brandy bloated, fuddle- Drained imitation
= of manhood. | despise a red-eyed drunkard
so intensely, that I'd turn my back upon a
brother, and run, if he were 80 mean as to
h guzzle dow the poisonous liquid that even a
swine wouldn't condescend to imbibe. Augh!
1t creates a nauseating sensation under my
4 necklace, to see a bipedal formation in boots
and breeches, running a worm fence on the
side of the road to eternity. | wonder the
earth don't open and swallow up such con.
temptible. sickening, good-for-nothing myths
4 of humanity, as quickly as it once did Korah
and his company"
[ secretly watched the effect of this out
s break upon her expressive face. She grew
livid with emotion, and her pale lips com
20 pressed more firmly. l saw | had sent 9
= dagger to her young heart, but why I could
not divine. She was the only child of pa
# rents that had passed away ere knew ant
~ learned to love her. | waited impatiently fol
the promised revelation. She was gazing
81 steadily a >Venus, lying rotfd and full lin thl
e soft blue folds of slumbrous twilight Z
mo you wouldn't, Florence" ~
of "What"
~. "Scorn one you once loved, for the sin o
~ inebriety."
~ "How do you know {"
~ "By the nature that God has given you
- you have a soul like hers"
81 "Whom ?"
mt "Poor Nary"
ut wouldn't be well to test me, I'm think
ing. A-u-g-h! could you esteem and love
sputtering, staggering, human Denvtjohn ?A
1ec under some circumstances, | think it j
W possible-indeed, | know she loves him, eve
y the miserable being for whom you expires
y. such disgust, and it is for her sake and he
nc lover, that l sometimes think it would be
;n blessing if a suffering heart could forget i
the night of lunacy, the agonies of the day {
life. You marvel that | should feel so deer
i ly for another's misfortune-we have an hol
to dark-I will tell you the wretched stor
dc of The Drunkard's Daughter" >