Spirit of the age. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1849-1865, 1860-05-02

him cCsiSJIoua Lle mighty cTana
had transpired.
One autumn day while the balmy infu-
ences Of the Virginia atmosphere spread their
fragrant breath over the little hamlet where
Rowand's cottage stood, before the sun had
disappeared behind the hills that skirted the
view, Mrs. Rowand and the widow Cohe-
her almost inseparable companion-sat to-
gether in the porch of their humble dwelling
enjoying the scenery The view was beau
tiful in the extreme. Below the hill lay the
smooth waters of the canal spotted by the
snake-like boats as they silently glided along.
Then another steep hill formed the bank of
the romantic river, where the waters were
signing their lullabys, between the green is
lands, on beds of pebble, with their canopies
of overhanging foliage gently dropping upon
them, On the opposite side rise the green
banks OF chesterfield, dotted by snow-white
cottages, While far to the right of the admi-
ring ones, appeared the white monuments
shrouded by dense willows in Hollywood,
the sacred city of the dead
To their left, bordering upon the canal,
were the black ioundries, which afforded en-
ployment for so many of the poorer Glass;
The dense smoke issuing from the high Chin
news betokened the lively trade of that branch
of industry, while as the sun set, the bells
tolled out their welcome notes of dismissal
from work, welcome not only to the toiling
employees, but to the expectant wives and
children, as they watched for the parents
return home.
The widow Cone and Mrs Rowand were
discussing that topic which was ever in the
latter's mind-the lost Alice. Harry Fere-
quer had written frequently to Rowand, still
there were as yet no tidings, no knowledge
oF har ,rh hnraohnptg olt oh ba hoH
cuted a laborious search with great diligence
and earnestness.
''It is ceaselsss we'll of sorrow to me :"
said Mrs. Rowand, "while gaze with light
ened heart upon my husbands reform, can
not feel happy while think of my child
How know ], though, but that she is still in
the care Of the benevolent editor; but this
terrible feeling in my bosom makes me to
fear that she is slowly falling into the vortex
of crime, or that she is in imminent danger
of being swallowed up by the monster levia
than Of licentiousness. Oh Mrs. Cone, wher
7 slumber, these awful dreams come upor
We. and | wake IN o cold sweat Of horror
F, Nc seems to come to me and stretch out hel
y pale emaciated arms, imploring me to rescue
ha from the terrible doom overhanging her.
Tbese are mere hallucinations," returned
Sne f1us widow, 'for your mind has beer
%ne on the subject OF your daughters dis
,MeaN Nce, and your imagination construct
Nv G ooyings Of evil. Be assured that you
lice is still in the care of the kint
e u.,o' Iom you speak. Does it not ap
pear Peuh,le to think, that the burning Q
iaS inS Ilu %o n0a, % in which you lived, might hav
,IN I'' ner t MitnN any clue as to your position
snS men IL mas been seemingly strange an
ao W you, my lear friend, but it is the dis
Pensa'ion OF Providence. He doeth all thing
W Welt In my k.g experience of sorrow
slrs Kowand, lhaSs never had cause to sa
'r;m anas uod ever leNNpe in any sorrowful stat
without the assurace that 'whomsoeyer h
ioveth, he chasteneGAF"
oh that | could feel like YOU, nv dea
Gs uSar MEND | feel tASogh that the who
NE which we have leSfor the last sever
years, mas been marked throughout by tt
mercltul hand Of Providence, / will not r
oel against its workings; Sat strive to loo
onward, for indications Of noIIovod boOr
ness Oh you know not Nav INV pl hea
leaps Tor JOY as see my husbsnd returnir
70 me at every sunset, sober Am tho do,
Tit back to me before he becsrctbe v;ct;
OF the dellrious bowl; and then | Ne NV Il
tie Fannie, how happy she is~bnt a ~ iha
IS bitter drug stepped beneath IN bNrr%rfa %
Of these waters of Joy. Nv darGno Ei;a ;a
where, oh where is she ~ tNii'