The Portland daily press. [volume] (Portland, Me.) 1862-1921, 1868-10-23
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Here is picture of the Quakeress WANDER
ing in wood;
How beautiful are these autumnal woodsl
The wilderness doth blossom like the rose
AND change into a garden OF the Lordi
How silent ever swherel Alone and lost
Here in the forest, there comes over me
An inward awiuness. I recall the word words
OF the Apostle Paul: SIN Journeyings mteht
Onen in periIs IN the wilderness,
In WEAKNESS, in paintulneSs, III Waohlhss,
In hunger and thirst, ia cold and naAedhessi
And tCrl ct my wearness and pam, -.
my watchings, and my hunger ami my unIss a
The Lord hath said tnat ne will seek his nock
In cloudy and dark day, and they SHAH d"eh
Stcu ely III the wilderness. and sleep
safe in The woudsl Whicuever way turn,
come back W tn my face towards the town.
Dlmly see it, and the sea beyond it,
cruel town! know what waits me there,
ANA vel must go back Tor ever louder
hear the inward calling OF the Spirit,
And must obey the VI ice. o woods, that wear
Your golden crown of maTtydom, blood-staned,
f. ON you learn lasson Of submission,
And am o6edient even unto delth.
1T God 50 wills it.
IS thus expressed:
"rhe sin of heresy is q deadly SIM,
Ills like tie falling of the snow, whose crystals
Ihe traveller plays with, thoughtless of his danger
untll he sees the air so full of light
Ihat it is dark and blindly staggering onward,
LOST anu bewlldered, he sits down to resti
mere af @ ialls a pleas mt drowsiness upon him,
Aul "hat he thinks is sleep, alasl is DEATH"
AHe S"oho vi lhe seconu story, titles OOrcy
af the Salem Farms" is laid in Salem, in the
year 1892, and its chief parsonage is that
Goodman Corey" who was crushed TO death
by heavy weights and who was, we believe,
the last victim of the terrible witchcraft delu-
sion. We have space but for single extract
from this poem. The following is a portion of
the prologue.
Who would believe that in the quiet town
OF Salem, and amid the woods hat crown
The neighboring hillsides, and the sunny farms
Ihat told 1t safe in their patsrnal ms,
Who would believe that in those peaceful streets.
Where quiet regns, and breathes through brain and
breast
The benedietion of unbroken rest
Who would believe such deeds could find n place
As those whose tragic history we reuace?
Twas but village then: the goodman ploughed
His ample acres under sun or cloud;
The goodwite at her doorstep sat and spun,
A md gossiped with her neighboTs In the sun;
The only men OF dignity and state
Were then the Minister and the Magistrate,
Who ruled their little realm with IRON rod,
Less in the love than in the iear OF God;
And who believed devoutly in the Powers
OF Darkness, working in this world OF ours,
"a SPELLS of Witchcrafi, inean ations dread
And shroudef apparitions of the dead,
Upon this simple folk "with fire and fame"
Saith the old Chronicle, "the Devil came;
Scattering his irebrands ami his pois nous darts,
To set on fire OF Hef all tongues and heartsl
And 'tIs no wonder: ior, with all his host
There most he RACES where he hateth most,
And is most hated; so On us he brings
All these stupendous and pUrtentous thingsp
Something OF this our scene tonight will show;
And ye who listen to the Iale Of Woe,
Be not too swift in casting the first stone,
Nor think New England bears the guilt alone.l
TLis sudden burst Ot wickedness and crime
Was out the common madness OF the time,
When In all lands, that lie within the sound
OF Sabbath bells, Witch was burned or drowned.