Spirit of the age. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1849-1865, 1859-06-22

buo, ed up my wrecked hopes-it was that
peace that teaches me to look up, up, up
and to see, in the far-off future, the meet
ing place of Mark and l.
And it was not the old maple tree that
stood in the meadow, and that heard our
whispers of betrothal on a moonlight eye-
ming two Junes before--it was not In the
dimly-lighted corner of the little parlor in
the parsonage where bid him "good-
bye" and "God-speed," but it was in
that other and that better country to which |
Heaven had already taken him. 1t was
beneath the green trees thatystand by the
side of the river of ife--it was in the SUM-
light of an eternal morning, thatany heart
looked forward to meeting with him.-l
And while sat there in the old, quiet,
parsonage-;sat there in the sunlight of ear
/ ly spring-sa. there in the armchair that
my mother had rested, and thought, and
died in-the angel of peace came to me,
and folding her snowy wings upon the al
tar in my heart, has lain there ever since.
When father came out of the study, /
was sitting there more calmly than | had
been the hour before. And though hestar-
ted as he gazed on nay ashy face and pallid
!, lips, yet he never tried to break up the
: fountains of the great deep in my own
heart But that night, when went up to
my own little room, | found my mothers
: Bible lying on the stand. Never till that
night had it been out of his room-never
i until that night had it rested for single
: moment in any other place than on his
writing-desk; but, in my great grief, he
e had brought my mothers Bible to be my
n comforter
q "My counsellor and guids;"
No wonder that Morris sings:
e "The mines of earth no treasures give
That could this volume buy;
In teaching me the way to live,
It taught me how to die !"
/ |, to-day, echo his song. Night and NOR
ming, for eight years, have read in tha
- blessed book, how those whom the Lore
l. loveth he chasteneth," and that there i
. another meeting place for those who loved
: but whom death had made lost to each 9th
= e er; that, in this other resting-place. the,
:, shall be reunited that there " God shal
.. wipe away all tears from their eyes; an
- there shall be no more death, neither sol
n row there; for all former things shall hav
~ ~ passed away"
= Oh, glorions time To it look hope
rs fully forward! I sometimes close my eye
" and think of country in which there
!, no more sea, to embrace, in rs wild hea'
= :. ings, the forms of the loved and the lost
,ry tSelE,faHs- And in that by.and- -hs5, III d9p th
IS. Us, aS,a brings Us, aac tat He%-i
no Eight years OF %aUcn1ugs hhopings-
of waitings, have already passed away
70. Eight years Gan scarcely think it
IN SO long time, unless look at the threa
, - of silver that the eight years have wove
,bt in among the glossy brown curls that MAJ
loved so wel-and | often wonder wheth
- the sea has robbed him of that stray OIL
M that is imprisoned in its golden case, ov
ot his heart.
arc Sometimes-but it is not very often
,of father and talk of him. Then the gu
tba of old memories that come to me, tell n
tbe that the woman of thirty-ive can love
,rs strongl as she could in her life's and Low,
,It 1to spring time. We speak of him sadly a
slowly-and yet pleasantly. We would
rtul "Speak pleasantly of him who left in tears
zen From our lips his dear other joys should
Il perish,
iho While time bears our feet through the valley
asst years"
.Ls L And after the long narrow valley has be
VI. Vno traveled-after the last mile in the iourn
0'' of life has been reached Il shall 90 out
~, it to the sunlight of that other count
,.oI sn where Mark is waiting for me now. / i
''at a. agine, sometimes, when | sit in the lon,
:, LESS of my little room, and the twill!
- shadows come dancing in upon the carp
''e- that in their many dim forms | can j
ho, discover the wave Of hand that | o.
.1" uH1 clasped. .u{t may be SO. hope for it
''yi ten; bu [eayen, who knoweth best
-. things, shall tell me some day why He
.oJ. ~ not yield to Mark and 1 the earth. joys
~ = craved. And until that time comes
ted tn shall waitingly sit ready to go where I
-. nv reap the rewards of my waiting. 81
70 as eagerly look for the hand that, methir
points me to the glorious chorus of
, bo spirit-land. And by-and-by I shall joir
NM M and then, ah eternity must measure
rob 81 in its fullest glory, the joys that l S
=. share with its sunlight and Mark!