The New Orleans crescent. [volume] (New Orleans, La.) 1866-1869, 1868-04-05

forfeit Ffame land honor, and when dead,
the child yet unborn m the South viii
rise up to hate your memory. The dust of
the patriot viii not mingle with yours. The
grave mayo pen to receive you, but the chill of
its dark cerements will not be warmed by
Affections tears; and if perchance, you are
laid in the old family vault, years hence, when
we are all gone. the children Of the generation
yet to come win point at it and say it shields
a traitors dust. t-t
"Oh, Warrenr and she flung herself on
her knees before him, shear me; for our
fathers sake listen to my pleadings- think of
the old man, whose stately head has never
bowed to shame-think of the honor he
prizes more than life-of the stainless faith
that never knew deceit orguile-think, pause,
oh! be persuaded and spare to him the men,
ory Of his only boy He loves you, Warren,
he loves you, and the sense of your shame
would all but kill him. Look at me, Warren;
say that you will not do this thing SAY that
you will not, and save us all from misery"
Her wild, blue eyes were fixed on his face
ipploringly-th locked hands were folded on
his knees, and the fair young mouth, so beau
tiful in its sweet, giriish smile, was now
curved in passionate entreaty; the counte-
nance on which the play of happy emotions
was ever visible, cleaned white and rigid
now. But never, in her happiest hours, did
she look so beautiful. With suspended breath,
and inanimate as the floor on which she knelt,
she waited for his answer.
To say that Warren Hayes listened to this
passionate appeal without emotion, would do
him injustice Never in his life did he feel
how terrible was the path of the wrong doer.
Never did he SO wish to be worthy of the beau
tiful sister who looked SO like an angel of
purity. Emotions fierce and bitter, mingled
with the pleadings of his better nature, surged
in his bosom. The conflict was terrible. At
one time he almost yielded-his lips had
parted to say that he would forego his
bitter-he would abandon his reckless evil,
ways-but then the tempter said, revenge
will you forego what you most thirst for
have you ceased to feel your wrongs-think
of your dishonor, and the gentle feelings of
his heart melted away, and the rigid muscles
grew into rock The good angel of his heart
sighed at the change, and the last hope of
good in his evil life fed despairingly away.
tbs useless, Milly, 1 keep to my purpose. :"
"Are you SO determined, Warren? Will
nothing change your
Nothing, Milly; my resolution is fixed as
| fate" ..,.,
"May God help you, then, Warren, and us;
for can see that career commenced thus
unrighteously, unholy and wrong, will end in
evil. You will regret yet that you did not
listen to my entreaties. / do not pretend to
foretell the future, but the spirit within me
seems to say, that you win look back on this
hour and pray God to forgive you for your
blindness of heart"
at may be SO, Milly, but it does not change
me-"
"No; for you are rock"
"No, feel, but yield not"
God help you, Warren; you will need it;
and oh, Warren, fear in the awful hour when
you will need it most He, too, will be rock;
but pray that He may not-I pray He may
not"
| "Ameni"
4 ITO be Continued