The Richmond palladium. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1855-1875, 1867-07-18
Al is Well!

- Al is Well!
The following exquisite gem is worth
printing and preserving. We doubt il
the whole range Of the English or any
other literature, can furnish anything
more beautiful-more purely eloquent:
Twelve o'clock at night, and alps
we'll -
False prophet! Still and statute like
at yonder window stands the wife. The
clock has told the small hours, yet her
face is pressed against the window pane,
striving in vain, with streaming eyes,
| to pierce the darkness. She sees moth
ing, she hears nothing-but the beating
Of her own heart. Now she takes her
seat, opens the Bible, ard seeks from it
what comfort she may, while tears Bills
ter the pages. Then she clasps her
hands, and her lips are tremulous with
mute suppl;cation. List! There is an,
unsteady etep in the hall she knows it.
Many times and oft it has trod on her
very heart-strings. She glides down
gently to meet the wanderer. He falls
heavily against her, and, in maudlin
tones, pronounces name he has long
since forgotten to s'honos." Oh! all
enduring power of woman's love no
reproach, no upbraiding-the light arm
passed around that reeling figure, once
erect in Goods own image With ten
der words Of entreaty. which he is power
less to resist, if he would, she leads him
in.a 1t is but the repetition of a thous-
and such vigils! It is Che performance
Of a vow with a heroism and patient en-
durance too common and every day to
be chronicled on earth too holy and
heavenly to pass unnoticed by the regis
terine angel above.
"All's well - 5s. gr..-z..
False prophet! In luxurious room
sits one whose curse it was to be fair a.
dream of Eden. Time was when those
clear eyes looked lovingly into mothers
face-when kind loving father laid his
trembling hand with blessing on her
head-when brothers and sisters
voice, blended with their own, in heart
music around the happy hearth. Oh!
where ere they now? Are there none
to say to the repenting Magdalen-
Neither do condemn thee--go and sin
no MORE Must the gilded fettcr cor
tinue to bind the soul that loathes it
because man is less merciful than God
Airs well ~ 80
False prophet! There lies the dead
orphan. In all the length and breadth
of the green earth. there was found no
sheltering nest where the lonely dove
could fold its wings when the parent
bird had flown. The brooding wing was
gone that covered it from the cold winds
Of neglect and unkindness. Love was
its life, and so it dropped.
"AlPs well y
False prophet : Sin walks the enrth
in purple and fine linen honest power
ty, with tear bedewed face, hungers and
shivers and thirsts. "while the publican
stands afar OFF, The wido W pleads in
vain to the ermined Judge for ..justice" .
and, unpunished by heaven, the human
tiger crouches in his lair, and springs
npon his helpless prey.
"Alrs well!''
All, yes, all is we'll. for He who 'seeth
the end from the beginning, holds even
ly the scale of justice. "Dives shall yet
beg Of Lazarus" Every human tear is
counted. They will yet sparkle as gems
in the crown of the patient and endur-
ing disciple! When the clear, broad
light of eternity shines upon life's
crooked path, we shall see the snares
and pitfalls from which our throne has
fenced US in apd in our full grown faith.
we shall exultingly say-"Father, not
a. / will but as Thou wilt"