Spirit of the age. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1849-1865, 1859-11-23

enuisu Could an angel ~ 1eIancholy
what 2 sad smile would have <bax]ed IN
Divine face Of the orle i 10. locked upo
the nnchristiali mock6fy Of such sfnhafme
nous worzhipping, where sat- zzsoeiet,
who thopsh one IN their form Of fasth an,
their ideas Of God, were agitafcd aesins
each other b an unimportant diiferenc.
IN taste. How.strange that ever, At thefee
OF SOD, the nlortaI part viii thus iusuIt III,
Immortal -
j But never we're discourscs attended 3 id
more ceinpietc aad leae1 eonsidaral l;o 8; Is
4 rivalry was alert "a 6Ilt out kan,f;e< !,
'fexPose defects II tie = .ssie,
and persons of the preachers were but 81
trlai IN the new pulpit Of Thorndale. Al
last the line had run out, and the parish.
lloners were on the ere of making thei,
selection.
/ While they were thus excitedly engaged
one evening, as one of their ntmber, Cas-.
par Warren, one of the wealthiest youno
men of Thorndale, was riding leisurely
nome through green lane, he observed
the prostrate figure of an aged man reclin.
ing in poor and dusty habiliments by the
roadside.
Young Warren had heart as kind as
fortune had been to him, and struck bv the
abject looks offhe worn stranger, he rein
ed in his horse, alighted, and Approaching
the object of his pity, awoke him from the
siurnber into which he had fallen.
Il beg your pardon, SIR" said Caspar.
but think this is hardly fitting. place
for an old man like you to make his bed
In. fou appear to need assistance"
The stranger lifted up his face to the
young man, who was now somewhat awed
Dy the extreme intelligence overcast. but
made more impressive by sorrow, which
was stamped on his venerable face. There
was simple majesty in his careworn ex-
preston, which made the young man re-
gard him with deep and instant reverence
bis hat had fallen from his full and fur
rowed brow, and his short, gray locks left
the outlines of a shapely head, clearly and
commandingly defined. The mild bnt
beaming eye was lit with a kindly liebt
as ne repliedin mournful but mellow tones
"A clear conscience and tired frame
can sleep sweetly anywhere, my friend 4
and God watches with the poor
"Ihat is truth, sir. Have you comefar
Let me aid you. Ihave ample means. and
my home is at hand where | live with =
widowed mother. / beg of yo ~s-SA.---s---
fuse. She is always rejoiced how soo1p1
unfortunate. None Of US knowInd regarus
ed Warren, and, rising slowly and putting
his hand upon his shoulder, he answered
with sobbing voice and tremulous lips:
'You look and speak like christian to
me, poor and unknown traveller well nigh
exhausted, and indeed sorely needing help
just now. have journeyed nigh twenty
miles since sunrise, for have come from
B. My name is uaban Mossworth,
and | have been preacher of the Gospel
in various rural districts since was thirty
five, and that is quarter of a century ago.
I have nothing now in my age of this
worlds goods: for our congregations were
too poor to give anything more than a
bare support, and lately-my age was
against me I suppose have had nc
charge. Younger men have supplantcd
me, and charity has kept the thread of lift
from breaking. But Hong to die with tn,
harness on-not like sluggard, or on
weary of well doing-and 4 have come
hither, hearing that you were making triaI
of the brethren, in the hope that | nigh
obtain permission to address you. Do no
think vanity, or anything aught but th
: hope of doing good, has been my motive
Of all my children had five boys an
| one girl-the last alone remains, ard sh'
poor creature, contrives to support herse
/ by the needle, and do something for me, to'
a But yesterday l spoke of coming hithe
t yet she deemed it wild, and then she sai'
poor child: "Hy you should try, father, an
! then fail, it would be so mortifyingw Bl
4 felt yearning to come, and leaving
+ note on her pillow as she slept, | starte
with the day. But she little thinks how
It have made the journeyp
It any dear sir, you have fearless and
l. hopeful spirit" said Warren, scarce able
e suppress the tearsofsympathy which stro'
v hard to flow. SAnd if there is any possib
.e means to persuade our society--for it is ou
le which you seek-I will obtain the cohsel
to which your this days heroic effort eni
ties you. But now come into the carriae
thank God that we have met! Ny mot
n. er and / have considerable influence, al
as we shall at once exert it
Assisted into the vehicle, the old past
at sat, with streaming eyes, by the side of /
lis newly found friend, and his fervent, inwa
re prayer of gratitude went to heaven, as tn
nd rolled along the fragrant lane up to the p
be turesoue and hospitable home of the Wa
,e rens.
Ter Caspar briefly told his mother the {
mans touching story, and all that the wcal
,se and welcome of two truly deyout and gen
ed Gus hearts could do to make him happy, v
nc- done by them.
to- In fine, their influence was great in t
bic village, and their efforts at once succe
nk- ful-the more so, that the parlshion
ose had not vet done quarreling about the r'
ion tive claims of those they had already hes
The better to accomplish their obj
to the widow and her son took care to b
the outlines of the old mans history reI
md, ted throughout Thorndale. As they
,ers pected, an intense interest was felt to
,uld him; SO, when the Sabbath came, the
,uld church was thronged more densely ths
had ever been before. His cause wa;
the poused by the influential but both ]
not Warren and Caspar were in fear thai
ting during the intervening day he had prep'
the no sermon and took no notes, and as
occasion was to be so momentous to
new he might not be able to do justice to