Memphis daily appeal. [volume] (Memphis, Tenn.) 1847-1886, 1861-11-24

| back TO life once more, her sweet voice sung th
! hymns Of praise 10 our Father in the skies. She
read to me the teachings Of Jesus, aud bade me
consecrate 10 God the days lie had given back
to me- Yer heart was filled with the holy love
she bade me seek Daily she drew her rch sup
/ plies from the fount Of grace; and her life was
| guided by the golden rule that says to love and
/ i've for others. Her words sank deep into my
heart, and grew and loWished there. They have
| left an impress the shade Of years can never
darken for often, while she slept beside me, un-
consciously borne on the pinioDs of slumbo
through the dreary aiSles Of the fair temple oi
Morpheus, | was weeping bitter tears for sins
unpardOned and heart not yet renewed. Led
by her sweet influence, I was taught to bow be-
fore the cross of Christ in peDience for sin, and
faithfully 10 trust in His mercy, hoping for tie
life above You do noi wonder that | was made
better and happier by the c3mpAniouship Of snch
q girl
4ye used TO walk together every evening, and
stand upon the hilltop TO see the sunset gIoEies
One evening we stood there, watching the rosy
hue that Redeemed on the tall church spires ip
the CITY as il faded to a softer TINT, while toe -
went down into his royal chamber, Wrspl in ~
spleadid cloud dHpery Alice, there Is such "a
nice seat on the root Of that old oak Kate said,
" let Us accept It's inviting look We sat there
together, and, with her arms around me, she
opened to me her hearts secret. / envied her
! the rapture Of being loved, as she expressed it.
We had started homeward, but fingered yet Il
moment to look again on the beauties around us.
Kate was almost extatic in her admiration Of the
wide landscape, when she suddenly hushed.
There he is, Alice" and q handsome youth
! accOsted US with a graceful bow. The bright
blushes covered Kale's pretty face, as she intro
| duced me to her lover.
| Albion Chase was the son Of wealthy man
| in Virginia. He was now attending a course Of
lectures in the city whers they had first seen each
other Very tenderly he had wooed this sweet
dove Of purity while absent from its parents
home The cords Of love in that young heart
were vibrating a sweeter strain Of melody in
answer to his love tones And when the leafy
June would bring the crown Of eighteen sum
mers for her snowy brow, he was 10 shelter this
singing bird beneath his own protecting wings.
Although cur school days were bright ones,
yet clouds would sometimes gather to cast "a
gloom around Us, for the joys Of eagth are never
! complete. How fondly we cling TO them, for
getting their fraty, thoughtiess Of the purer
joys prepared IN heaven. Thus three years OF
happy school life few past, and / come home a
gay, Joyous girl or eighteen.
Il was a night when tired nat ne seemed to rest
in unrivalled beauty The mOonbeams fell ln
silver fakes through the clustering leaves on the
sleeping flowers. ! was standing in the doorway
htNIlt dllN 40GltH lti pICccCA Ol LfiDkt
l loved, when / heard approaching footsteps
Soon Julian stood beside me. would willingly
pass quickly over what the painful memories Of
that night bring back 20 me. The fTosts Of years
have gathered around It's record, and the tender
buildings of affections that were nouTished then,
have been rudcly crushed by the heavy foot Of
Time. We walked together under the waving pop
lars, and while the waveets in the shining river
danced beneath the trembling stars, he told me
that a deeper. stronger love thaua brothers was
burning in hi3 bosom; how he had toilel and
struggled in the rugged way to honor for my
sake; that be might be worthy the love be Gov
eted How he had hoped, when the green lau-
rels Of fame clustered around him, | would be
willing to claim him as mine. And when be
asked me TO accept the offering SO warm and full,
| whispered something that brought warm
blushes to my cheeks. Never was one Of Ewes
daughters, dreaming the sweet dream Of love.
happier than ! when he Placed a simple circle
of gold on my finger, by my mother gilt, as
| stood beside him ia the starlight, the betTothed
of Julian Lester. 1et another year to complete
turn 10 claim me for his bride Little did either
dream that the sweet cup we were tasting, was
so soon TO be sualched away, dashed and broken
at our fret
Julian Vent back to cof:cge 10 stua} vislrael
energy, he said, now that the prize was within
his grasp.
At Kate's earnest request, had promised to
sct as first brides s-aald al hey approaching we'd
ding, which would be in June following tie De
cenbeT when We parted al school J remember
well the night when she was married. Ii was
my hand that tgyined the orange buds amid her
clustering curs, and dropped the silken veil over
her blusiIing face. | wac sincere wien | kissed
her, and We both were happy l knew not that
it was TO me the dawn OF sorrow, tie birthday
to life of misery.
Well might the proud lips Of Albion Chase
curl in triumph a he stood before the altar, with
the trembling maiden he had won TO grace his
palace home with her pure young beauty. No
artist could have Justly painted the cyer-varying
expression OF her taulIless features. Through
the coral lips, that parted at her smile shone a
row Of pearls, giistrning as brightly ihe white
pearls set III the bridal gilt she wore clasped at
her throat and wrists and never did 4 glove ft
! to a more perfect m0uld, than did the dainty
pair that covered the dimpled hands Of Kate
! Swanton.
Twas on that fatal night FIRST saw your IN
Gle, Col. Brandon. His father and mine had
been friends IN college, and as he was going
through Carolina, started with him for my es-
cort. Our Journey was pleasant one aad st
fathers invitation he spent the following sum
mer with us. But | knew not what was the at
traction ia our home that caused him 10 prolong
his visit, until one fine August day. Yes, il
was a sultry morning in August, when the
breezes nestled down in the forest and the heat
ed air grew warmer every hour, My father was
dying, and Col. Brandon held my head 1t had
been placed in his by the feeble effort of that
| dying man. had been given to him, although
! in the sight Of high heaven | was the promised
bride Of another. Surely ] was not myself
when / could with stony, fearless eyes, stand
there and see the tide Of my fathers life ebbying
slowing hack to its Giyer aud there iu the very
presence Of the grim messenger who waits us
all, call myself a martyr OF truth, while ! was
! bringing down weight that crushed not only
my worthless heart, but trampIed on the tender
est flowers that shed their fragrance in the heart
chambers Of him ! loved with all the fervor Of
my nature. Oh how needed a mother coun-
| sci then 1t was over though and could not
recall promise made 10 one now still IN his
! death-sleep.
! Col Brandon and were married Istood up
before the altar, victim sacrificed at the shrine
of gold, with falsehood on my lips, and vowed
to love and honor q man | could scarce call a
| friend. He has been very kind to me-kinder
! than l deserved and since we have moved to
! Georgia, away from the old scenes, have been
comparatively happy.
l wrote TO Julian, for knew he was expected
home in a short time. Soon after that, his moth
ct IOlu me ne hau eluD0IheQ IN vessel bound tOr
some port in Europe, where he would remain for
! the next three years. Those three years had
! heightened into more than ten, and yet he came
u OF to the shores Of his native land But last
night | saw him enter the room where you all
were dencing, with meek, aged lady leaning
on his arm. Rumor says they were married a
few weeks ago. lie has changed since ! saw
him last A fire is burning in his dark eyes that
! has kindied in smother cline The light Of
genius always CLEANED there, but now it bright
ems with stronger fame. An unseen band has
guided us. 1t is better so; for / was not wor-
| thy of him. Had not the arm Of Jesus upheld
me, would have sunk under these crushing
sorrows. have often thought my puni shment
was greater than l could bear. But We have a
Friend who calls :he heavy-aden to Him, and in
His kingdom hope ona day to find the rest He
promises. +"
THE BLOCKADE vs.. CHEsTNUTs.-Yester
as we rode by wagon and steers on Pesch-Tree
street, We overheard a eogntryman toll his wife
/ 1--WE supp0se) to try and sell them ar ches' nuts
! while git this jug filled"
! What mus l AK fur em " said the wife
.'Why, fifty cents, replied he.
We halted and inquired If they were fifty
! cents bushel.
With a speculative stare he turned and looked
at us aud said '' No, sir, fifty cents peek"
| We replied that we bought them last winter at
| CIV cents a huehal