Spirit of the age. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1849-1865, 1859-02-16

me. But suddenly the table was, by some
mysterious agency, overturned | was hurled
from its centre and would have been crushed
to atoms had not the bridegroom dextcrous- {
ly caught me from uIder the impending ruin.
My mistress expressed the utmost regret.
when she perceived that the moss rose. on
which she had exhausted all her skill, was
crushed. She however lost no time to restore
its petals to their former brilliancy.
Every one that was married any where
near, after this, invited me-, and invariably
sat on the centre of the table, which, in con-
sequence OF my presence, became the centre
of attraction. Once at a large wedding | was
vexed to hear one of the superintendent say
that her daughter had made me; but as there
were a number of young gentlemen present
| said nothing, for fear of exposing my tenn
per. Then again at handed suppers [ have
been seated on the brides cake and carried
around, around, and around beholding in
my course many forced smiles, painted cheeks
and deceitful countenances. To enumerate
all the weddings that | have attended, would
be too tedious but alas how few of those
married We're contented with their lot
Sometimes parents had forced their daughters
to form connections which rendered them
miserable. Then again the bridegroom had
firted with the one he truly loved, but Gcedded
for pecuniary advantages. Thus | saw tina:
notwithstanding the fine equipage and grand
l display that are made at weddings, there are
!, more sad than joyous hearts at them.
Reader, you recollect the sleet that occur
red during that cold, very cold weather JAN
uary, 1858. On that very evening | started to
a a splendid festival at a great distance from
q home, and was elated with the hope of ma
king a very favorable impression on a strange
a guest when the horses We're Frustrated on a
surface of ice and thrown headlong under
n the carriage wheel which bruised and man.
re gled me sorely. | was carried to my mistress,
'e but she has, she says, her household duties
to attend to, and has no time to repair my
I'd lacerated petals. at first thought this I'M
as just, since | had so often returned to her loa-
e ded with good things. But the thing formed
e must not say to the one that formed it why
ne have you formed me thus %
it ESTHER,
,al
~. For the Spirit Of the Age,
les Heaven.
hn The blue deep glorious heaven! I lift mine eyes
.ns And bless thee Oh, my God ! that I have met
40 Aud oWn'd thine image IN the majesty
al Of III cir calm temple still.
a 1 bless thee Q, my God!
Or MRs. IIExASs.
- Advancing ever to the source of light
ma cloudless knowledge, purity and bliss,-let
the us withdraw, in our lonely lucubrations,
all from the conflicting scenes of the bustling
ore world without, and contemplate for a moment
. 50 the bOuudleSs magnificenCe, might, and con
ie- iuence of ethereal fires" that light up the
"Paradise of immaculate bliss-the Heaven
ter of eternal felicity" Revelation discovers a
hey nlacc of consum,natc hanninoss Of holy ran
cut turc, and JOY i~reifahle, beyond this sub
iunary sphere Of woes and ills-the magma
eve tioa paints in radiant colors thrice happy
that world, where gilded toys no more disturb GU
lresS thoughts, no more polnte our joys" tn
veneration of the silent hills-the blithesom
the notes Of choral rills, watt US along Heaven
'tch- high Capitol,
tro For the strength of the hills we bless thee,
h""J Our God, cur heavens God!
lanv - ask no higher office than to fling IN
orms spirit" at the base Of heaven, to cry, God
MS to in all its awful brevity, through eternity, ft
6 6 ;tiiS y5s fhl SPS, nsa his o TSdtfES ou bea s a t in
yony. unimaginable ether! and We multiplying ma
;ious- SEES of increased and still increasing lights
eleva- what are ye? what is this blue wilderne.
kind of interm1nable air? Air, where We re
along as | have seen the leaves along Il
limpid streams Of Eden? Is your cour
lnced measured for We or do you sweep on in yo,
/ my unbounded reVeiry through an aerial III
d dis verse OF endless expansion, at which my SO
next aches to think, intoxicated with eternity !?
Soon The mind is lost in the mazes of wild ecst
ge IA cy, contemplating the incomprehensible 81
pears ries, in the upper sanctuary. Bards al
prophets tune their Tyres while listening
h one the music of marching squadrons of Ange
axe a Beings, as they swarm in dazzling clio
9se in around Jehovah's throne. 0 listen:-beyon
from buried deep in the great future, is all tn
class man should pursue-peals, like the eterr
drum thunders of the deep, swell the jubilantstra
st not. heaven! sweet heaven! 'of pure delig
I tell where saints immortal reign" Celestial V,
these ces hymn it into our souls-according har
no had by angels fingers touched, melodize; /
as en- splendours may be ~eclipscd, but are ext
ID de guished not.
Y pres The exhuberanee and grandeur of
theme fills the soul with adoring aIleluiat
a large The thoughts of soon entering the pea
ething gates with the reasoned millions from ear
oidery from death and from hell, clad in the hab
what ments of grace divine, standing upon
and mountain of eternity, ready to join the c
RS. ey- rus
lperior "In TIT home Of the righteous, the land of
praises blest,
All the ransomed from earth are swe4tly at r
tod Cor Nc sorrow can enrer on o1r b.tutifdl sphere,
: ~ The clouds are all vanished that Swallowed tt
L ido here"
3astiIy Clay Hill, S. c