Spirit of the age. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1849-1865, 1860-03-28

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No me Keep, burning, narrowing pain,
LALLA RooKH.
Morning! The grey tints of the carly
dawn were visible in the eastern sky, vet
John Garland wrote on and Alice still enjoy
ed her pleasant dreams. The sky grew light
er, and now the sound of the great city wa
king to life again, broke upon the ear. Hea-
w drays numbered over the finty payements.
Well-filled omnibusses wendell their way
through the streets, depositing their passen-
gers. Carriages fastened to and from the va
rious steamboat wharves. The fruit vendors
with their fresh stocks began to appear and
station themselves at their accustomed cor
ners. Lazy shop-boys slowly lifted down the
heavy shutters, while sturdy porters quickly
Piled the broom. The cries of news-boys
shouting the contents of the morning papers
mingled merrily with the welcome bell Of the
early mllkman the ice carts rumbled over
the hnts with their cool, luxurious contents.
Upon the wharves the whizzing of steam
from the impatient steamboats,, the cries of
the sailors at their morning exercises, the
ringing of bells, and the general hum of COM
merce commenced. From the distant hotels
the ponderous gongs awoke the sleeping null
ttudes, but John Garland wrote on, and the
girl still slept.
The presses of the Stylus, however, had
just ceased their regular and noisy work,
which had been family heard through the
whole night, and now the counting-room be-
low resounded with the tramp of Carriers re
ceiving their regular burdens before their davis
labor. Thu sun arose, and as his laughing
beams playfully tapped the editor upon the
cheek, the benevolent man hastily arose and
examined his manuscript. The old gentle
man himself was surprised at the amount of
work he had performed, and instantly fell in
to a reyerie. Alice, too, had awoke. and
sprlngIng to her feet uttered a cry of aston
ishment.
All my little Venus" cried the editor.
good morning. And now well have a little
breakfast, and then you shall tell me your
tale of sorrow" John Garland opened the
door, and ordering a servant to procure a
breakfast, turned again to the bewildered
child. lie then entered, by means of a glass
door, asub-apartment, where Alice performed
her morning additions, and while the old gen.
tleman had returned to his Office, knelt and
paid her VOWS to the shrine of the Almighty.
by this time a steaming hot breakfast had
been placed on the table. Every luxury of
the season was there. Hot rolls, game,
steaming coffee, steak-in fact, the ewes of the
almost famished girl moistened with graft
tude, as she reverently pressed the hand of
her benefactor to her lips.
IN! fudge" was the answer mo more
OF those pretty absurdities. Come set down.
Wen have a nice breakfast to ourselves.
won't we =? and then wen pay a visit to nv
friend Madame Delaney, and see if We can't
make you comfortable. Oh don't cry now.
my little angel. By the way, angels shouldn't
cry"
They were tears of gratitude oh sir,
how can thank you p
by just eating your breakfast" he gruf1y,
yet good naturally replied. 81 think shall
pun Ieprew. No sooner had l asked for the
breakfast than he gave it to me r'
"How kind in him ~ innocently replied
Alice.
why, bless my soul, he thought no more
of it-ah. my little unsophisticated darling,
you have no idea how editors are treated for
a little bit OF a gaseous bubble which we keep
here. We call them puffs, and everybody
wants one. Queer, isn't it %
YES sir, very!' although Alice did not
know what he meant.
by the by, what's your name, darling?-
By James the First, l had quite forgotten to
ask you"
alice Rowand," was the simple reply.
"A very pretty name, Alice-I once had a
little hid named Alice, dear" The voice Of
John Garland grew tremulous. "She's in
Heaven now.r
How consoling it must be to know thatr'
replied the sweet and ~artless girl.
Bless you, yesl | couldn't bear to let
her go, but it was better for her, indeed, far
better. But let's change the subject" Alice
had perceived that he had dashed AWAY a tear
which had stolen down his cheek.
You must think that Tn an old bear
Alice continued tho Ed;tor 1AEr $780,. ::
Garland, John Garland. Don't YOU think
I'm too rough, darling"
"Oh, no, no, sir! You are too good to me
n you are so kind. l cannot repay YOU
for your kindness"
"Humph! a man can't take a poor child
out OF the street, dying from ill-treatment
without-well never mind, you must pardon
my old nature, angel, I'm such a bear"
PLEASE don't, sir, | think you are the bes,
man I ever sawl'
why, bless my soull' the old gentleman
could say no more. $50 you think so. eh
Well, eat your breakfast. Perhaps am
perhaps am, but the poor child has not seer
any body but the drunken wretches of hel
own abode. Poor thing!" the old mans
voice fell, until he fell, himself into another
one of his deep ~reveries.
1t was getting late. And suddenly arous
ing himself, John Garland asked the maiden's
story. In her own simple, childish languag,
she told it, and more than once the edito,
dashed away tears of sympathy. But wher
she came to the fearful deeds committed OF
the previous night, he arose from his seat
and clenching his fist, he exclaimed,
What did he strike her? The con
temptible villain, the gallows is too good 70
him-the savage Mamaluke-baffre Hotten
!, tot-a North American Esquimaux dog ha
more humanity"
, HE is my father, sir, and | have beer
taught to love him." meekly answered tn
girl.
/ "WHAT" the old man turned in ute
, amazement. GOOD Lord! what a treat it i
to see an ANGEL There's a woman for you
Eve before the apple season, Venus before tn
3 discovery of goldl" and the editor strobe III
!, and down the Office for a few minutes
, please go on" he said at last, in a subdue,
t, tone.
!, THE policeman hurried him away" sh
| continued in her sorrowfu1 tone, ''and tn
last words l heard him utter was a terribl
curse upon my mother"
a Worse and worse! the soulless hyena-
: beg pardon" he added quickly, and com
: menced his striding again. Alice sat at tn
e table, and was buried in deep thought, Will
r still John Garland walked to and fro. mute,
Y ing unintelligible sentences, until the arriya
: Oh a new parsonage broke their thoughts. j..
gentleman of the middle age b~ustlingly en-
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