The star of Pascagoula. [volume] (Pascagoula, Miss.) 1873-1878, 1878-01-18
first floor on tie front. It was the

the snow like sheets. Being pc
leclly prepared for sleep | vas 500
fluttering away into dreamland.
1t was on this night thatI had
dream that forty years of i'll
ness has not burnt out {
memory the frost one hundre,
winters can never chill; it iairI
promises to follow this helpless bod
toits resting place; and if one ca
remember the earthly actions Will
in eternity-oh, God spare it! Lit
from my memory this burden tha
forty years has been mad and wild
In its fury it has been unmerciful
Reader, see II this dream is moi
enough to cause one mental anC
bodily pain. Even now | can pic
ture that blood Issuing from tha,
heart.
THE DREAM.
saw an angel. one from the
blissful shore hover around me;
winter than the snow-capped waves
of an angry arctic. That celestial
being was surrounded by bright.
ness far greater than anything ters
restiaF; no pen cah express it; no
language describe it; no imagina
lion can picture it. As it came
nearer my head fell within nay
hands; for my eyes needed a shield
from the beams of'this supernatural
planet. My nature seemed to grow
stronger and like modest child |
peeped between my fingers. And
sight of horror met my view. This
angel was resting over the PROSTATE
form OF a man in whose breast stuck
a glittering steel. and from this
fouat of life issued black ,red
blood which passed through the
downy wing Of this agel; and from
the lips of this murdered man came
an oath more hellish than earthly;
This mans soul seemed to stop on
the brink of eternity and said:
Louisa, | swear it by your God and
the God OF nature you shall repent
for this. will meet yoh (pointiDg
to a figure retreating) in the flames
OF hell aud there reap vengeance.
Louisa, one word more, II your God
is the true God swear he is unjust
and defy his power. But you are
doomed to the hames-folIow me T.
lie spoke like a maniac, his sen.
tences were run together-the above
is what we understood. Tne angel
fell and spoke thus: "Oh guardian
angel OF this wreck plead for his
Oh, God" | awoke |
aud all was quiet, as when | retired;
fancy filled my ears with noise OF
retreating steps. Could it be real ?
Was supers;itious? No 4! by heaven
| will search. | got up, lit my
candle and looked from corner to
corner; no blood on the floor, doors
fastened and everything as left il.
My time-piece told it was midnight.
| returned to nv bed, but to sleep
It was impossible. There | was
| can't deny it-fearing almost to
D. eathe-lest the sound might
each my willing ears. For six
hours, to me the longest | ever
'pent. Gentle reader, do not brand
Is With covardice, but bear with us,
or-oh. Ronald Ronald! it was
'oul What painful thoughts and
lorrid inaginations had for COM
during those six hoursl
As the old clock in the adjoining
Dom struck the hour of six, I was
lressed and the mirror before me
old the secret Of my heart-for my
ace had shared the burden of this
lream-vision. Thinking the cool
morning air would drive q portion
# this burden away, / stepped out
# the house noiseTessly, not caring
vhither my steps led me. My head
ung low, and my love Of vegetation
allied to raise it. The beautiful
ontrast of the rare selection OF
overs, each crowned with "na-
lre's diamonnd'-lha Sparkling
ew- drop" met not my usual admi-
ltIoL for "lhe fair daughters of I
lora.' My whole being was si- {
'nily wrapped in that strange
ream. Here 7 am STOPPED by a s
hite fence, and before me q white !
i'd black solored gate-the grave>
lrd probably. In this enclosure "
sfore me stands a magnificent tree, l