Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1861-03-20

stately mansion in the city of New YORK.
Which would be the happier? Which had
chosen the better part
The summer sun was calmly sinking TO- re-
pose, and tue waving silver poplars cast sha-
dows on the sloping green, before vine en-
numbered cottage, which looked as il the An
gel Of Peace had folded his wings above It,
The evening rcpast WAS spread, and after par
taking Of it, the gentleman walked out upon
the lawn, and the lady took her little Child,
boy about six years old, and prepared him
for his nights repose; then he knelt at her
knee; with clasped hands and uplilted eyes
lie repeats his evening prayer; the mother
lays him in his little bed, and pressing kiss
upon his rosy lips she turns to leave him.
That mother is Florence Elliott; seven years
has wrought but little change in her, she is
the same beautiful Florence for happiness
has crowned the years Of her life. Prosperity
has marked the steps Of Frank Raymond, the
poor carpenter. Florence had married him
because she thought he was worthy Of her
love- and in every way he hfd proved so.
Happily they walked through life together
blessed with the approving smile Of their
heavenly Father; worldly honor they have
lot. !: but their riches are in the Paradise OF
God, and in the realms of glory they will
enjoy tie treasure that is laid up for them.
Tucre is another scene in stately city
mansion. The shades Of night had gathered
over the city, and darkness rode upon the
face of nature. In chamber where every
luxury was lavished, Annie Linden watched
alone beside the couch Of dying Child. In
the worn out palid face and dropping g:form it
would be hard to recognize the light-hearted
happy Annie Weston. She had drank deep
of sorrows overAowiug cup, and remembered
often, with heart anguish, the words Of Flor
ercc. all of which had proved true.
She had every luxury which boundless
wealth could lavish upon her, but that was
not all; she had no companion-no friend in
the husband she had chosen; day after day,
night after night, sue was alone and sad while
he was amid scenes of deoauchery and revel-
rv. All her comfort was her little girl, she
was tie idol of her heart. and now in new
home among total strangers, the little girl
was dying, and Annie went all alone.
1t was in this dark hour that her thoughts
went back to Florence, the friend of her early
wears whom she had not seen f,r long time,
and her heart ycarncd for her loving Sympa-
t1y, for she lad not learned to look from
earth for comfort in her many alictions she
Fever sought the mcrcy.scat to try the efii
cheney of humble prayer. What was wealth
10 Annie now AL that she possessed she
would have bartcred for tic humblest abode
on earth If she could have had one hour pure
happiness Among the gay circles Of her ac-
qua;ntances she was looked upon with cnyi-
Gus eyes, for they did not know that hidden
beneath her gay life was u heart. breaking
daily, hourly.
The morning sun dawned, and its radiant
beams strcancd into that lofty chamber, but
it brought no ray Of brightness there. The
tiny hands Of The Little girl were folded across
her Snlrss breast; her spirit was at pe"e
with its God, and the sorrow-Strickca mother
with no source Of comfort, bowed beneath the
heavy stroke. She was kncclng, thus resis-
lirg all the colts Of those around TO rouse
..rr from her lcthargy to sense of her duty
to Icr little one left her, when hand was
:..cn,y laid upon Lcr head, and soft voice
said :. Annie
y I.ordc Of early memories rushed up to
her, and her heart seemed TO have found its
Ark Of Refuge, wien she was claSped in Flor
ence Rsymonl's arms. 1t was then that
Florence turned the thought Of her early
friend away from earth. In that dark hour
she taught her to breathe a prayer Of faith.
On, what is wealth, that So many should
v.Iac it as they do; the riches Of this world
are all