The daily phoenix. [volume] (Columbia, S.C.) 1865-1878, 1875-05-16

julius Poppe, Anderson. V
J. Il. GTgsby, Ridgway.
81. W. Lawson, AbbevilIe.
John B. O'Neill, Newberry.
g .. p On ''the Other side."
Oh heart, my heart, how strange to yearn
no more,
With weepings bitter for thy long-lost
peace.
How strange to find thyself at heavens
door,
Where all tears cease. n ~
In the fair country where sin enters not,
And where abideth everlasting rest,
Think you, my soul, your sins Shall be
forgot,
And ye be blest?
No more, no more to hunger there for
No more to thirst for blessings long
Nti'" denied,
"Thys face is. foul with weeping" but
T.souu T9.souusshhss.... sshhss.... &c satisfied!
What shall it be to feel all fair within!
Pure as the angels in the highest
heaven2yg I ~
To feel no more temptation, and no sin
Tint 1eeds to be forgiven. .tt
No norelrepining-no more vain regret,
No longing to lie down and fall asleep;
Oh! heart-my heart-how strange when
ye forget
The way to weep!
Oh light divine, that shineth from His
face, .a .
In the fair country that doth need no
Oh! happy soul, be thankful that thy
e: race - sl,'tF} rdgi,
Is well-nigh run!
Roll, golden sun, roll swiftly toward
the West;
Dawn, happy day, when many woes
shall cease;
Come gu quickly, eaas Lord people wait
Of,Fhine abiding peace. IN
UaLY GREa. the Detroit
house of correction, o year or go
ago, the high white-washed walls
of the corridors were furnished
with brackets and flower pots, to
relieve the monotony and take
away = some. Of the gloom. One
would scarcely think that the hard
looking, wicked men sent there for
robbery, burglary, arson and graver
crimes, would have cared for the
change, but they gladly welcomed
it. A rose, genarium, or tulip, or
pink, seemed to bring liberty and
sunshine a little nearer, and to
drive the evil out of their hearts;
and it was strange sight to see
hardened criminals watering and
nourishihg the tender plants, and
watching their daily growth. Two
or three months before the brack-
cts were hung up, a prisoner came
from one of the Territories-an
old, sullen-looking, bad-tempcred
man, convicted Of robbing the
mails. They called him "Greg," "
as short for Gregory, and it WASH t
long before they made it "Ugly
Greg" He was ugly. He refused
to work, cared nothing for rules
and regulations, and twenty-eight
days out of his first month were
spent in the solitary" for bad be-
havior. He was expostulated with,
threatened and punished, but he
had 9 will as hard as iron. He
hadn't q friend in the prison, and
the knowledge of it seemed to
make him more ugly and despe-
rate. When the brackets were
hung UP, there was, one. to spare,
andSit,was placed near the door of
/, Ugly Greg cell, Until another spot
could he found. No one had any
hope that the old man'a heart could
be softened, and some said that he
would dash the fiowerpot to the
floor When he came ia from the
shops, his face expressed surprise
at sight 10 al f tne little it'll green i
SO, close to the door Of bis CELL, He
scented it, carefully placed it back,
and litwas noticed that the hard
lines melted, out Of his face. for o
time: No one said anything TO
him; but. the next morning. before
heaWent, to work, he > carefully
watered the rose, and his eyes lost
sOmafh;nfr of thar au1lan 10ok