Shepherdstown register. [volume] (Shepherdstown, Va. [W. Va.]) 1849-1955, 1868-01-04
SIEPHERDST0WN JEFFERSON COUNTY WEST VIRGINIA. SATURDA
Is All Wei /!

bt lOIlOSIUg tAqulsi't Et"' - WIZ"
preserving. We doublif in the whole
range Of English literature, anything more
beautiful or more tcuchirely eloquent can
be found:
Twelve o'clock OF night, and all
well"
False prophet Sill and slaIue-like
at Wonder window stands the " ile. The
clock has told the small hours, YET her
face is pressed against the window-pane,
striving in vain with slrsining eye 10
pierce the darkness. She sees nothing,
she hears nothing. bot the beating Of her
own heart. Now she takes her seat,opens
her Bible, and seeks from it what comfort
she may while tears blister the pages.
Then she clasps her hands, and her lips
sre remulous with mute supplicalion.
Hist! there is sn unsteady step in the
hall; she knows it, for many time and
of il has lrod on he. heari.sIings. She
giJes down gently 10 nee! tie wandeIer.
He falls heavily against her and in maud
lin tones pronounces name he has long
since forgotten to honor. Or, aIl-endur-
ing power of woman's loye-no reproach,
no upbraiding-ibe light arm passed a.
round the reeling figure, once erect m
Gods own image. With tender words
Of enireaty, which he is POwerless to re.
sisi, if he would, she leads him in. II is
but The repetition OF thousand such Wig
lis lis the performance Of vow, with
heroism and pslienl endurance too COM
mon every day to be chronicled on earth;
too holy and heavenly 10 pass unnoliced
by the Registering sngel shove.
"All's well 7"
False prophet In yonder luxurious
ioom sits one whose privilege it was TO
be as fair as dream Of Eden. Time was
when those clear eyes looked lovingly
into mothers face--wheA kind loving
father laid trembling hand with bles-
sing on that sunny head-When brothers
and sisters voices, blended with her own,
made hear-music around the happy
hearth. Oh where are they now Are
there none 10 say 10 'he repenlani Magda-
:'nelhcr do | condemn ihee-go and
sin no more" Must The glded feuer
continue 10 bind the soul that loahs it,,
because man is less mercliul than God
ANS well I"
False prophet! There lice the dead
orphan. In all the length and breadth OF
the green earth, there was found no shell
terng next where he lonely dove could
fold its wings when the parent bird he'd
flown. The brooding wing was gone that
covered it from the cold winds OF neglect
and unkindness. Love vas It's life, and
so il dropped.
"All's well !"
False prophet! Sin walks the earth
in purple and fine linen, honest poverty,
with tear bedewed face, hungers and shiv-
ers, and ,hirsts, "whilc the publican
stands afar off !" The widow pleads in
vain to the determined judge for Justice.
and unpunished of heaven, the human ii.
ger crouches in his lair, and springs up
on lis helpless prey.
"hll's well !"
All yes, all is well, for lie who "seelh
the end of the beginning" holds evenly
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 enduring
disciple ! When the clear, broad light
Of eternity shines upon life's crooked
path, we shall soc pitfalls from which our
hedge Of thorns has fenced US in; and in
our foil grown faith, we shall exuIdngly
say, Father, not as will, but ss Thou
wilt"