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

The summer sun was calmly sinking to. re-
pose, and tue waving silver poplars cast sha-
dows on the slipping green, before vine en-
numbered cottage, which looked as if 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,
a boy about six years old, and prepared him
for his nights repose; then lie knelt at her
knee; with clasped hands and uplilted eyes
he 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 gears
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 had 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 the treasure that is laid up for them.
Tucre is another scene in q 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 form it
would be hard to recognize the light-hearted
happy Annie Weston. She had drank deep
of sorrows overnowng cup, and remembered
often, with heart anguish, the words o! Flor
erce, all IF which had proved true.
She had every luxury which boupdless
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, she was alone and sad while
he was amid scenes of deoauchery and reyel-
ry. All her comfort was her little girl, she
was tie idol of her heart and now in new
home among total strangers, tue little girl
was dying, and Annie went all alone.
It was in this dark hour that her thoughts
went back to Florence, the friend of her early
years whom she had not seen f,r long time,
aud her heart yearned for her loving sympa-
t.y, for she had not learned to look from
earth for comfort in her many aIiiicions
never sought the mercy-scat to try the eth
cheney of humble prayer. What was wealth
10 Annie now A.. that she possessed she
would have bartcred for the humblest abode
ON earth Il she could have had one hour pure
happil.-ss. Among the gay circles Of her ac-
qua;ntauces she was locked upon with cnyi-
ous eyes, for they did not know that hidden
beneath her gay life was Il bclrt: breaking
daily, hourly.
The morning sun dawncd, and its radiant
beams strcamed into that lofty chamber, but
it brought no ray Of brightness there. The
tiny hands Of The little girl were folded across
her SinlrsS breast; her spirit was at pc''e
with its God, and the sorrow-Strickca mother
with no source of comfort, bowed beneath the
heavy stroke. She was knecling, thus resis-
,ilg all the efforts Of those around to rouse
.cr from her lethargy to a sense of her duty
to lcr little one left her, when hand was
gently laid upon her head, and soft voice
salt! . Annie.'
y lordc Of early memories rushed up to
her, and her heart seemed to have found its
Ark Of Refuge, wien she was claspel in Flor.
encc Rsymon'Ps 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.
Oh, what is wealth, that SO many should
v.luc it as they do; the riches Of this world
are all
Il.