The huntsman's echo. [volume] (Wood River, Buffalo County, N.T. [Neb.]) 1860-1861, 1860-09-13
Ais We'll.

The following exquisite gem is worth re-
tanning and preserving. We doubt If the
whole range CT English or any other itera-
ture can furnish anything more simply
beautiful--more purely eloquent.
"Twelve o'clock at night, and ALPS we'll -
False prophet-still and statue.like at
yonder window stands the wife. The clock
has told tho small hours, yet her face prest
closely against the wiDdow-pane, striving
in vain with streaming eye to pierce the
darkness. She sees nothing, she hears
nothing-but the beating of her own heart.
Now she takes her seat; opens bible, and
sees from it what comfort she may, while
tears blister the page. Then she clasps her
hands. and her lips are tremulous with
mute supplicaticn. Hist here is an un-
steady step in the hall she knows 1t /! many
times, and oft, it has trod on her very
heart strings. She glides down gently 10
meet the wanderer: He falls heavily
against her, and, in mauldin tones, pro-
nounces name he had long since forgot
ten to honor. oh, sill enduring power of
woman's love mo reproach, no upbraid-
ing-the light arm passed around that reel
ing figure once erect in Goods own image"
With tender words of entreaty, which he is
poweriess to resist, if he would, she leads
him in. 1t is but the repetition OF thous
and such yigils 1t is the performance of
a VOW, with heroism aud patient endur-
ance too common, and every day to be
enchronicled on earth too holy and heay-
emily to pass unnoticed by the registering
angels" above.
"All's well.".
False prophet-In yonder luxurious room
a w Uhs.g It tn no q fair a q
dream OF Eden. Time was when those
clear eyes looked lovingly into mothers
face, when kind. a loving fathor laid his
trembling hand with blessing ON that sun
ny head, when brothers and sisters voices
blended with her own in heart music
around the happy hearth. Oh! where al e
they now 2 Are there none to say to the
repenting Magdalen "neither do condemn
thee, 60 and sin no more ?'' Must the
gildec letter continue to bind the soul that
10 athes it because man is less mcIciful than
God
'All's we'll"
False prophet-there lies the dead orphan.
la all the ieugth and breadth of the green
earth there vas found no sheltering nests
where the lonely dove could fold its wings
when the parent bird hat flown. The
DiOouibS wing was SohC 1uou Sofciou ~
from the cold winds of neglect and un- !
kindness. Love was its lie and So
1t dropped!
"All's we'll"
False prophet--Sin walks the earth in
purple aud hne linen honest poverty with
tear be- dewed face, hungers snd thirsts !
and shiveis, while the publican atands
afar ofv' The widow pleads in vain to
the ermined judge for 'Justice and un-
punished of Heaven, the human tiger couch
es in his lair, and springs upon his help
less prey. >
"All's well.'
All, yes, all is well, for He who "seeth
he end from the beginning holds evenly
,he scale Of justice. solves shall yet beg
,f Lszarus Every human tear is count
ID. they will yet sparkle as GENE in
.he crown of the patient and enduring
lisciple! When the clear, broad light OF
eternity shines upon lfe's crooked paths
We shall see tho snares and pitfalls from
which our "hedge OF thorns" has fenced
IS in and in our full-grown faith we
hall exultingly say-"Father not as l
will. but as thou wilt FANNY FERN