North Branch democrat. [volume] (Tunkhannock, Pa.) 1854-1867, 1864-03-02
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SAn"SSc oH4 uIUuEDluS.
A gale sweeps from the North, bearing on
Its wings, snimosity. hatred, curses !; it meet
the gentle, floating breeze from the South
and hurls it back scattering death and desc
lation over its plains Of flaming flowers. The
angel Of light and life, seems TO have winged
i,s fight from our once beautiful, but now
blighted country, and the 6end of War, and
devastation Ieigns instead and as the en-.
chanting strains of the sweet singing seraph
passed away to the throne Of Eternal God
there arose the demoniacal shrek of War
On with unrighteous, unholy war until one
half Ct the great nation is blotted from the
page Of mortality.
The torch, and subsection are taken up in
chorus, and echoes throughout the ,nilioned
tounged North, and hearts once filled with
kindness aud mercy, are transformed into
receptacles Of malignty and persecution.
Fanaticism rules: abolitionism has supplant
ed the concilatory peace principles, of the
founders of our government, and the great
heart of tho N>rth, once generous and COM
placent, is transformed into a wild, infuriated
beast, only to be satisfied by blood and DESC
lation.
The rising smoke from the burning city,
and hamlet, the wall Of the widow and orphan,
the onset Of battle, the mad fury of contend
ing hosts, the sh rieks of the mangIed and dy-
ing constitute scene, that would cause
devils to shudder, but is providers to turn the
SO called Northern christian soul, to the
practice OF christian precepts.
Is there not sufficient morality, are there
not enough, who believe in the great truths
of AUST God: to stay the ravages of that
flemish, malignant crew, who are hurling
our beloved country from Its once proud
position, into the depths of misery and woe
III SO, let them arise in the majesty of their
might, and hurl the reckless fanatics, to that
destruction, designed for the workers Of
inquity if not, then let us cravenly su5mi,
to the tyrant's behest, and smile as We are
crushed beneath the falling ruins Of our conn
try. ..
Ah, Mr.. Editor, the soul of the old man
weeps at the misery and impending destruc
tion of his countrymen.
But let US turn from the story of greater
calamities, to that Of lesser, from the story
of national indignities, to that of individual
wrongs. ....
Sympathy for the injured, and forgivness
10 The erring, are among The brightest flow
ers that blossom in the soul they are the
radiations of that benev lence which the good
God has implanted into our being, as a sign
that we are HIS, aud cf Him.
But one remove, from the inclosure that
separates Trinity church yard, from crowded
rushing, Broadway, and about half way be-
tween the Church and Monument erecred n
commemoration Of those whom the cruelty
OF English Tyrrany, consigned to terrible,
lingering death, lies Embedded, even with the
ground, piece Of granite, in dimensions,
those OF an ordinary grave, and bearing the
simple inscription, Charlotte Temple.
Poor Charlotte who has not read her
brief and mortal career more sinued against
than SHINING; much Of the cold, proud world
will trown and scorn at the mention of her
maine, yet, far more errlng than She Their
iEpertections, are concealed hers, are, spread
throughout the universe there is the differ
ence ; crime unreyealed, is virtue, but ex.
posed is sin, and those in secret guilt are
the first to cry, cruelty cruelty
But all are human, and sCbject to the pas
sions aud emotions, incident to that estate
none are perfect; therefore let all forgive. a.
they would be forgiven.
The deceived, and greatly wronged Char
lotte, possessed heart of warmth, and sou
as pure as the incense of virtue. She love,
with excessive wildnes, but surely, that wa:
God like.
She fell by the base treachery, and f,rce o
a foul, but brilliant deceiver; that was III
frailty, the imperfection of humanity. Sh
was woman, and possessed woman's confdenc,
censure not her; but pause al the side Of he
mooest, humble grave, and bedew it wit
kindly tear, as many have dnne, breathe
prayer that others, virgins, beautiful an
pure, may not meet her fate, and, If the hea,
be generous enough, pray for the forgivnec
Of her destroyer. Blame not Charlotte
disturb not her repose, let her sleep her Ion,
quiet sleep.
Busy, thoughtless, throngs, pass her b.
the curious and the sincere, together, see
her resting place, the great pulse Of the cit
throbs and beats at the gates of her gray
but she heeds them not, the body that W,
corrupt. has put on incorrnptabi!ity, and Il
soul has left ITS earthly tenement, and dwell
sIac, bright and shining, in tho firmane
Of God.
. TRINITY BELL RINGER.
A DIsLoYAL CoMMIssIoENR.-Jacob Buc
er, one Of the Commissioner of Leban,
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