Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1859-04-20
THE THNEE HOMES.
Chapter 1st.-.Thc Earth


Tread softly, softly az zephyr breeze, for
she is dying. Stann not so near her bed,
but let the cool air from out yon window fan
her levered brow. See, she hteathes again,
she lisps bis name" Willie, Willie, Will
Ah She's dead
The stara Of night have just faded from tue
sky, and now tue fair morning of new day
is iuwiug, dswnng upon dead mother and
a Mcw born child. The soul of the last direct
from the Creator, being separate from its
original whuIe, has u.t assumed the hesly
tenelnents of earth, while the soul oi the lrst,
freed by death from the gross allurcments uf
life, has winged its fight to the bowers Of
bliss above,
Happy mother unhappy child the union
in heaven is attractive, tue union on earth
repulsire. The dark, deep and muddy waters
of life How along no golden shores, nor over
crystal rocks, reiiecting back bright views
and fairy scene, but they surge with giant
force through the rough and uneven winnings
Of dismal swamp where all is d. ath, di-ease
and decay. The only bow Of promise that
spans heavens broad vault, tinsing tie web
Of lire's exi.tenre here and there with threads
Of hope, is the future the last and best home
of all.
Bat l disress. The faint wailings Of the
new burn Child of the little boy Willie, grow
each minute more and more distinct. With
him thc great "battle of lilen has just com
t,,.nced harsh and unfeeling * be finds it
HOW. tue present is an cly-iun, to what will
s,ccyed So long as he remains upon the
great stage Of earth, either as all actor or as
o listener, nau.ht will he zee but misery,
wretche,lncss and woe. In the great battle
of which we speak camp-tireS are not pleas
ant, nor is bivouacing delightful. Streams
of vice, raging with the winds of sclishneHs,
have to be crossed torrents Of crime, rushing
through the destroying eulies of society,
ubstruct the course; anI the;l, beyond these,
is the army tn bc met what need |, what
can say of this, its soldiers and its men :!
Tnelc is hypocrisy, without whitened sep
uIchre, and within all is dead mems bones {;
there is deceit clothed in tue garments OF
female fair, but trust her not, her friends are
ever los, aud there, just he.ide the last,
conspicuous with lcr banncrhying, on which,
if you scan closely, may be seen the great
81 AM" stands Self-Love, dreadful ana a
drrfu enemy. know the response OF many
will be, these eneaiips are easily overcome,
and then what enjoyment awaits tile svccess'
full victor.
/ will not answer; IL. the wrecks strand
ri upyn The rocky shore rerlfi lst !h'tss
Falirp unilrnvred ard un,u,is" gise bAtE
tHe rEattlH>v Aid, abrYe al aid tttore thst nl
let the b!tJd:.tained field "f the battle Of lfn
cshu With fearful no, that the victory Is ndt
uf,en wu.n p:ps-iun, r'oting with q Hend-liss
tilgasuEe, ,talii'ls uinn AL that ia g3od or
beautiful. Hate, scowlng and revcnaelul,
waves her wanri, AMI cn!nity uaurps the
reign in hearts once true Violence, hideous
in form, as well rs mien, has crowds Of fol-
lowers, who, at her nod, or beck, enact scenes
of brutality which would cause any but de-
mons incar,iate to blush with shame.
All! Willie, this world is hearlless; it
tlirobs and beats, tits true, but its pulsations
came from no fountain, breathing life, actvi-
ty, energy or love. And, Willie, you will
find this world lonesome, drcary as desert,
if you live and worship the ideal, tho good,
the true and beautiful otherwise, if You
live, and fall into the ranks OF vre, governed
by passion, hate and violence, the dcbauc'ic-
ries into which you will he engnlphed will
sting that conscience, which came pure from
the Creator, worse than the addcr's bite.
Earth, art thou the same for whom the stars
sung in joy at thy birth Art thou that one
which be, who huldeth in the hollow Of his
hands the heavens and all that therein is,
pronounced we'll and good? When man fell
thou lost thy goodness, too; when man was
cursed, the curse upon thee was the deepest
and the heaviest of the two; and what was
once paradise is now barren, scoIched
PLAIN and the garden which once bloSsomed
like the rose is now overgrown with weeds,
with thiStles and with thorns.