Wilmington journal. [volume] (Wilmington, N.C.) 1844-1895, 1867-03-15


iliim!table fertility, amending loneliness
humanity weary of the error, fOllies, crime
OF the elder world, might not without req
son have hoped TO find its lost Eden.
Here where nature loved to trace
Az if for gods, g dwelling place.
And every charm and grace hath ntiN
Within the paradise she Xxx
There man. enamOr Il OF distress,
Should mar it into wilderness,
And tramplo, brute like, DER each flower,
That tasks not one laborious hour.
Nor claims the culture OF his hand
To bloom along the fairy land
But springs to preclude his care,
Strange, that where all is peace be-dc.
There passion riots i'll her prideI
And strife and discord wildly reign
70 darken o er the fair domain.
1t is as though the fends prevard
Agains't the seraphs they assaild
And fixed in heavenly thrones, should dw.,l
The freed inhcritOrs of hell.
Shall / go on Need l say more ? Dc
YOU not know that throughout the South
ern States there is distress, hunger, misery
IN every form, some ut least OF which
money may relieve. There the pride OF
the people is broken, their hopes are
wrecked, their dearest, fondest memories
inger over graves. The storm of war, like
the red blast from hell, has swept across
the land. and left utter desolation i'll its
track. In regions, but a few years ago
rich Ill fertility and bloom, neither home
stead, nor barn, nor fence nor harvest can
now be seen. Sheep and shepherd, plough
man and plough, cattle and her sman,
sewer and seed, all are gone, and few re
main, save those who are too weak to work
the widows and the orphans of the
bhghted land. There comes from it no
loud voiced lamertation-no mendicant
appeal But if your hearts listen, they
can hear the low sigh OF hearts whose sor-
row is too deep for other utterance. Oh,
forget politics, forget faction, forget pre-
iudice. Let no angry thought break this
truce of God. Listen with all your hearts,
as the Samaritan of old listened to the
cry of distress that led him to hasten to
the succor of he knew not whom. Aye :;
who was that wounded wayfarer that had
fallen among thieves ? Had not his own
indiscretion contributed to his misfortune.
Like enough the Pharisee so questioned
and went his way. Vast it altogether re-
spectacle to be seen in such doubtful COM
pany? Perhaps the Levite was not clear
on that 10 MT, and SO he left the wounded
alone. The Samaritan did not question,
lid not think, did not argue, or doubt or
reason, but listening to the voice of Heaven
within him, he saw before him suffering
man, and could not choose but help him
him as brother by brother should be tend
ed There is q wisdom of the heart better
far better than all the wisdom of the
head. But l have heard people say what
can we do to relieve this Southern dis
tress Pit is & calamity too large for our
little help. There are times when trifiing
services count for much there are mo-
ments when even q word of kindness frank
" spoken is worth more than the eloquence
of the orator or the schemes of the politi-
clan. \ cup of water is but little ; and yet
4 cup OF water, set within the reach of fe-
vered lips, may give a shock of pleasure to
the frame more sweet than draughts of nee
tar in happier times-nay, dear and price
less in mans dreanest hours is the
mere knowledge that he is not sill forsalen
and another of the great family is near and
feels. So let our help to these sorroWing
women and children in the South, be it
much or little, be given freely and with all
our hearts. Let there be no delay about
1t. Let others make speeches about the
South, refaShlon it, reconstruct it, infuse
INTO It's exhausted veins some of the energy
and fever and unrest of the victorious
North. But while they proceed to recon
struct, let us make haste to feed, and let
the future decide which effort has been
more timely or successful. do not know.
it may be that somethingin my bloodmakes
it easier for me to understand and svmpa-
thlze with the kind of sorrow that now af-
thcts the Southern communities. [ am an
Irlshman, and the bitter memories of defeat
the eternal consciousness of subiugatiOn
have darkly interviewer themselves into
the texture of Irish character, and given
even to It's muslc-the last utterance now
left it-that wild and gloomy cadence
which sometimes closes its merriest widest
sallies with sob of despair. SO it is that
sympathy with sorrow is innate to the
Irish nature. 90 Non ign0r0 mali 7niscris
SuccmTere disco" But not to those who
nave suffered alone should human sympathy
be familiar. What man can forsee his own
future, or say when he too may need the
assistance of his fellow man. What nation
SO great that it is above the reach of yicis-
Sltude, or can assure to itself any fixed
term of power. There is no manifest des-
tiny. The future of us all, nations as we'll
as men, Is beyond our ken. The Old World
Is strewn thick with ruins. Ruines of en-
Plres' palaces, wharyes, that once were
SpIenouo, and are now silent and desolate,
cumoef earth and sea. Why did these
things perish By what accident, or error,
OF CRIME OF government, or governed, was
their decline brought about Wherein
LAY the secret OF their strength How was
II lost Who knows We speculate about
these things now and philosophize. But
did any man among them feel the warming
symptoms that told him of his countrvS
doom. Did any thought of coming danger
cross the mind of the Assyrian King as he
sat down to his last carouse ? And when
the phantom hand wrote it's awful sentence,
IN letters OF fire. on the wall, who of all his
wise men, that trembled and grew pale,
could tell what the portent meant And
so with u.s., 100, in this imperial civ
Spite OF all its opulence and splendor. and
grace and fair hopes, what man can saw
now now long these things are to last !? This
an men Ioust know, that soon or late ali
telngs decay and perish, and all men and