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

again say, mourn not at the QlSpenSa-
ton of Providence; it is for the best Can
you not have peace of mind, when in your
prayers you mention your child so unexpec-
tedly torn away from your bosom? Do you
never feel refreshed and strengthened when
you arise from your knees? Angels guard
that child, Mrs. Rowand, and bid you fear
not for the Lord will surely help you; He
will permit no harm to come near her. My
dear friend, through all your trials | can see
the appearances of dawning happiness; when
this ordeal, this terrible ordeal is past, you
will find the end to be truly glorious"
ut may come true as you say; but oh !!
how hard it is to yield all our sorrows and
cares into the hands of Him"
Man would live happy ever, and in his
mistaken policies in seeking happiness in this
world, loses it hopelessly in the future one"
There, toe, you are right, my dear friend.
Would that gould be SO resigned to the des
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2l1K 1srhH laS \. - ssand promises to the
80 Of scrrc-~ and to those who believe
and truss in his name. And then would you
doubt him Oh, no, for whatever Of sorrow,
trouble and care come upon me here, l can
look beyond them all to blissfu immortali-
ty, and see the glories and beauties of Heaven"
81 sometimes dream of Heaven, mamma "
spoke pratting voice by the weeping wo-
mans side. Last night | dreamed | saw
the angels Oh! they were so bright; they
were dressed in white and every one had
something in their bands; | didn't know
what it was, but I thought wanted one
so bad Then the angels seemed to look at
me, and saw lady so like you, mother
she was very beautiful and looked with sad
smile upon me ] want to 60 to Heaven"
The little child looked thoughtfully upon
the twilight sky, and she gazed enraptured
at the beautiful horizon before her. The
widow, in emotion, seizing her by the hand,
drew her gently to her bosom and imprinted
a sweet kiss upon her forehead
"Oh, this" she said, should be a source
of daily gratitude to Heaven, my friend; for
this sweet child should loving thanks as
cend"
Il know it, know it without her, too,
fear | should die If it pleased God to take
my little Fannie from me- should pray to be
taken too"
"Amen y echoed the deep voice of the hus-
band and father. lie had approached unno-
ticed from the rear, and was now standing
smiling upon the group.
"Edmundr
Papa" simultaneously arose from their
lips, while both mother and child were folded
in his embrace
Oh! how different, reader, from the ap-
pearance of that bloodshot and glaring man,
bearing the hideous visage of the tempter, on
the night when Edmund Rowand was first
presented How strangely different The
fruits of temp rance, how sure and grand
Without ostentation, or even the slightest
perceptible noise, it is the zephyr breeze that
fans from the sky of life the dark massy va
naEs. of inebrietal sorrow
The arrival of the father was the signal for
the preparation of the evening meal, and
soon the little family gathered round the ia
BILE. The fervent blessing implored by the
chastened widow was solemn indeed; and
the weary laborer, with the objects of his pro-
lection and love around him, enjoyed the
meal as only an honest man can.
When the hour for retirement approached
that night, the mother knelt and prayed for
her daughter. Oh, how fervent was that
prayer! how she wrestled with the angel of
God She implored divine grace, and pray
ed for protection for her child, and then asked
that she might, from the bottom of her heart,
exclaim, to every deed that should happen in
the future, Even so, Lord, for so it seemeth
good in thy sight"
A mothers prayer! Wanderer from a
blessed home, lost one, recreant boy, orphan,
ed child, have you not known the effects Of
a sainted mothers prayer? Mother how
dear the word But when that word is con
nected with prayer, how our heart thrills
how we remember the sacred love, the tend
er compassion and sorrow for our misdeeds
the silent reproofs, the kind and wise coun
sells, the holy influences, the pious Influences
oh! who can count the blessed ties thai
bind us to the urn of our mothers memory
all these fit back from the past in counties:
myriads upon our mind, when we speak o
mother Though lost to virtue and to every
good, though a wanderer from the paths o
religion and peace, the mothers prayer fol
her erring child has turned many a one from
the paths of he'll, up to the very gates o
Paradise. And was the prayer that Mrs
Rowand uttered that night for her child O
no avail? We shall see