The New era. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1865-1871, 1866-04-19

HollcIIud1 was Iaf at sea-, batting Tor
lifeand love, his back heavy with freight
for the loved one on the cliff.
"a light IN the vbadoaU :"
Steady! Now, fisherman, has your
star shone through the clouds. There is
light in the window? GOD bless the
one who sits and trims the little lamp
her eyes now downc1et-now peering
out to. pierce the glosfA. The window
is small but the lamp isss4rieht behind it,
and from it's intensity Aeaches far out
over the clenched pillows. COP bless
the one who has faith! The seconds
rollinto minutes-th minutes are strung
on the voice Of the blast and form links
reaching down into the fathamless we'll.
He will come! He will see the light.
He will make for its brightness. The
storm bowls and it beats against the
fishers cot. The night has grown fear
fully dark. The fury Of the ocean is
aroused. Look yonder. Far out from
the cliff! Now rising high on the crest
now lost in the billow! All! Once
again in sight! Steadily, boldly, fear
lessly onward to the Light in the Win
dow. How it nerves-how it guides
how it gives strength when needed.
Pull away, bold man! Every dip of
the oar brightens the light. Every
wave ridden over is a victory. Every
trough Of the sea you come out from is
a conquest. There is q spirit guiding
and protecting. Pull away. The light
issteady--not hereand there--but steady,
and each moment growing brighter as
the waves are conquered. Nearer, near
The bark is moored-the freight
secured-the narrow path has been
climbed-the door opens from without.
Still by the window! Peering into
the darkness, trusting, for faith is of
COP, still tending the light in the Win
dow. The bowling blast goes by. The
door opens. Oh, GOD in heaven! bless
the watcher by the Window life is
saved. :
Still the light burns. The window is
closed. 1t is not late. The fire burns
brightly on the hearth. The sentinel on
the lips has been relieved! Safe in each
others arms are the watcher and wrest-
Ter with death. The storm may howl
now-the bark is moored. The night
may be dark, but the cot on the hill is
warm and doubly lighted.
There is a revel in the capitol-manse
there is a wilder revel Of joy in the
cot is more of a mansion than the world
dreams of. The watcher and the rover
are reWarded-theirh hearts are together,
their labor is done.
How clear the morn The ocean lies
asleep far below, resting from the
conflict of yesterday-the battle is won
the sunbeams play around the door
and rest on the window sill where so
lately sat the lamp. See yonder! Arm
in arm wandering along the shore are
the heroes of the night, happy and re-
Warded. Boldly the fisherman climbs
carefully he leads the way-springlng
from rock to rock with her he loves in
his arms, resting on his strength, he
climbs high up the mountain sides
they rest on messy lodges and with full
hearts look back to the light u the rim
Years dropped from the hand Of COP
into the abyss Of time. The treacherous
ocean never again lurod The bold man
from his home, for tne taking OF 5ae
day when storms shook Themselves out
around him were enough for q lifetime.
His boat was saved, for by it he had
saved that for which he toiled. The
story of strength became known. By
cottage fires and by castle he was spoken
of and called at last to help guide the
ship of state over reefs and pillows. But
the cot on the mountain was never for
gotten. The fisher and his loved went
to other scenes-arm in arm, heart to
heart, true to each other, full of most
wondrous love and with the perfection
of faith in their hearts. She wore his
image-he wore hers, and an anchor
jewel she had given him once upon
time before he made the last venture on
the deep, and more potent than magic
wand was their love to each.
The little cot was left alone and saved
for it's mission was done. The good
nymphs and fairies of the deep in love
with her constancy and his bravery
made that cot their palace, and ever
after kept light in the window for the
guidance of others. When night comes
look abroad and see the lights in the
windows kept trimmed by some loved
one. But not all the windows are visi-
BILE! There are those of the heart where
working or sleeping the light of love is
kept brightly burning for some one,
who, God bless her, is the fairy light of
life and love.
Vicksburg is partially inundated the