Wyoming democrat. [volume] (Tunkhannock, Wyoming Co., Pa.) 1867-1940, 1868-01-08
VOL VII g. g.
rs ALL WELLp

The following exquisite gem is worth
preserving. We doubt, if, in the whole
range of English literature, anything more
beautiful or touchingly eloquent can be
found:
"TweIve o'clock at night, and all WELL"
False prophet! Still and statuelike at yon-
der window stands the wife. The clock
has told the small hours, yet her face is
pressed against the window pane, striving
in vain with straining eye to pierce the
darkness. She sees nothing, she hears
nothing but the beating of her own heart.
Now she takes her seat, opens the Bible,
and seeks from it what comfort she may
while tears blister the pages. Then she
clasps her hands, and her lips are tremu-
lous with mute supplication. Hist, there
is an unsteady step in the hall; she knows
it, for many time and oft it has trod on
her heart strings. She glides down gently
to meet the wandercr. He falls heavily
against her, and in maudlin tones, pro-
nounces a name he has long since forgot
ten to honor. Oh, all,enduring power of
woman's love-no reproach, no upbraiding
the light arm passed around the reeling
figure, once erect in Gods own image
With tender words of entreaty, which he
is powerless to resist, if he would, she leads
him in. 1t is but the repetition of a thou
sand such vigiIs! 1t is the performance of
a vow, with heroisln and patient endur-
ance TOO common every day to be ehroni.
cled on earth too, holy and heavenly to
pass unnoticed by the registering angel
above.
"All's we'll !" ..; l#--...
False prophet In yonder luxurious
room sits one whose privilege it was to be
as fair as a dream of Eden. Time was
when those clear eyes looked lovingly into
a mothers face-when kind, loving faith
er laid trembling hand with blessing on
that sunny head-when brothers and sis
ters' voices, blended with her own, made
heart-music around the happy hi arth. Oh!
where are they now2 Are there none
to say to the repcntant Madslen--" neither
do condemn thce-go and sin no more"
Must the gilded fetter continue to bind the
soul that loathes it, because man is less
merciful than God? ......... ....
"AlPs well!' -.s.
False prophet! There lies the dead or
phau. In all the length and breadth of
the green earth, there was found no shelf
ering next where the lonely dove could
fold its wings when the parent bird had
flown. The breeding wing was gone that
covered 1t from the cold winds of neglect
and uukindness. Love was its life, and so
it dropped.
"All's well!''
False prophet! Sin walks the earth in
purple and fine linen, honest poverty, with
tear bedewed face, hungers and shivers,
and thirsts, while the publican stands
afar off," The widow pleads in vain to
the determined judge for Justice" and
unpunished of heaven, the human tiger
crouches in his lair, and springs upon his
helpless prey ....
"All's well J" .... .. s7... B.
All yes, all is well, for He who "seeth
the end from the beginning" holds evenly
the scale of justice. Dives shall yet beg
of Lazarus" Every human tear is COUNT
cd. 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
see the pitfalls from which our hedge of
thorns has fenced US In; and In our full
grown faith, we shall exultingly say p" Faith
er, not as | will, but as Thou wilt"