New Orleans Republican. [volume] (New Orleans, La) 1867-1878, 1868-06-28

,,nt rhywealth Hiadereth Thee Not.
By osEIDA.


!. ticki tick Slowly and YEARLY
IA clock times the hour Of twelve.
,.le light of the dim taper mournfully
fsnp out over the luxurious room and
.,litary measured foot-tread tell of sick
and suffering. Aye, death who waits
= mans bidding has entered that abode
Attn and hovers over the rich man.
. vbere now is thy boosted power? Thou
sprOud of thy gains; thou didst exult in
moneyed supremacy. Hath it no panacea
he sufferings of thy wretched body +?
.stidote TO the touch of deathg Must
100, yield to the common fate of hui
.lsvg What! doth earth's luxuries and
M golfers of gold avail thee naught in
Sour2 Thou hast given to them the
energies OF thy life; aye, thy very soul
been welded to them, and do they
!, thee in this thy sorest hour of need 2
must thy august body lie side by side
he poor man and the laborer? Thy
hath never grasped the hand of
surely thy wealth may purchase thee
smption in the grave from the vulgar
Ali no, it may not be; the utmost
Z DO is to buy thee few more years of
siyeness.
/. thou no wife and children that thy
hours are attended by the hireling
Yes, but thou hast found no time for
cultivation of the affections of the
they were but creatures to dress and
n in thy wealth, and assist in display
for thy ACKNOWLEDGMENT. Slowly they
me reflections of thyself; money was
god, and every natural impulse was
upon his shrine. Thou canst not now
hem to call up these oetcrushed virtues
eli bidding; no, not even to attend thy
hours; thou must reap what thou
sOwn. Why do the eyebslls glare, the
4 hands clutch the bedding as he
liz shudderingly beneath the clothes?
d to his mad rawlings, and we will
Foman, why do you come here in my
house with your ragged brood to haunt
did not put you in the street; it was
own idleness that did it. Ibut wanted
Rn. 1t was my house; you would not
br it, and / but asked you to leave it.
the night was wet and cold, and you
you were sick; but business must be
ded to at once. took nothing but
own. Get out of my house at once !!
3D. how lank and lonely she looks
halfstarved and wretched the children!
,at say and leave me alone. You,
here, Dick Heartily? Oh. terrible it
corpse see! Yet how the fixed eye
glare upon me- how his wife and
hen weep and cling to him how woe.
they look up at me! Get you hence,
1 you What have to do with you
old you out of everything, you owed
honestly; and it was only my own I
ht 10 get. o God! how they are
tening around me, all plebeians low
clans exulting in this hour. Take them
y--driYe them out say. OH God, is
no mercy for me, that she too comes
spare me thisl Nora, you once loved
how can you come here with that little
e elapsed in your gauntarms. could
make such as you my wife. You were
beautiful, but you were poor and low
The deed was TO save you. Oh smile
nhesrtlessly upon my sufferings; spare,
pare me in my dying hour OH God,
lutches me. She drags me down, the
opens. Help, help, helpl No help"
death rattle gurgles low in the fast
hing throat; the limbs relax, the spirit
gone; no man dare say where.
IN we to the other scene. The roof is
i; the interior is humble; no setir
loseWoOd here; the windows are bare
couch is hard, but the arms of 8
wife support the sinking
upon a heart every pulsstior
Aieh has been response to his fol
years; fondly doting children watcl
change, and hush their own grief to
y snd comfort him. Bright, beautiful
b hover throughout the room, LAYING
pul IN Tefreshing showers of love. Hi
Is weak; its hold upon the spirit il
med, and his unfsttered soul gain
paes Of glories within the etherea
ed domes Of heaven; how far beyond
M xieheet conventions IL the glerieni
Of Joyous light which beams out from
lying face.
NE al is peace all is joy. The sa
comforts me wonderfully. It Is true
my dear ones IN poverty, but / leay,
a the hands Of a Just, merciful, all pow
God. ! caA not grieve when / know
husband, are you at peace with all o
Do you forgive even the rich mar
% uniustly ruined you ~
ah, yes, dearest wife; how coald fsi
give when God has forgiven so mucl
Mr.
wife stoops low and gently kisses tn
lips huphing the cry Of anguish; hi
Zen kneel, pressing his numb hands i
lipa. IN their great grief; but no wall
b dlgtnrbs his last moments. The al
Il perfnmed from an unseen cen
be rustllhg Of angel wings seems wafl
~ air, the light upon the face deepens
beams igom every feature, the claspe'
relax In the grasp Of his children, on
zen glance Of love upon the wife Of hi
and the sainted spirit wings its fiigh
Md with the angel host. All, VIII
b not die the death Of the Christian Il
iy, rather than the sinner in hi
thg SEQ to Il, proud man, that th.
y bar not The gate of heaven agains
Jet not thy heart close against tn
rings Of the poos.
mes II. Grant, 81 Bridgeport, Connect
recently Obtained dzsorca from III
Julia, and the TACT Was anneunCsG 4
Ideenort FARMER. The uexk day II.
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