The Donaldsonville chief. [volume] (Donaldsonville, La.) 1871-current, 1881-12-03

And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer,
Never to hope again.
And whose eliminating agony upon his
death-bed brought forth his exclamation
to Sir William Kingston, Constable of
the Tower, whose prisoner he was:
Had but served God as diligently as
have served the King He would not
have given me over in my gray hairs"
For three hundred and fifty years the
mighty brain and schemiDg mind have
been stilled on earth, but could tho dead
return once more to us what emotion
would thrill the heart of the once power
ful Cardinal. Time, which strips off
:" that divinity which doth hedge a
King" has shown what a monster existed
in the form Of Henry VIII and avenged
the fair victims of his llerfidious cruelty
and his minister's interruptions in
trigues. He would know that Anne
Boleyn's cause had been righted by her
Great Daughter, that the sceptre Of the
Island Kingdom had forever departed
from the Tudors, whose last scion sleeps
the sleep that is no respecter of persons,
and that the Pontitf power for which he
had schemed and plotted, the triple
crown and keys of the Sovereign of
Clnistendom, belonged no longer to
ten.noral rule; that spiritual sway alone
remains to the successors Of St. Peter.
As write / hear the dreary sound Of
swintry winds moaning among the trees
innd around the house, like lost spirits
wailing for hopes departed. 1t is the cry
OF the Benshee, wild aud calamitous
prophet, which tells Of misfortunes by
flood of mcrciless now-drlfts in noun
tain passes of lost Alpine way farers; If
icy fotters, discriminating upon unshel-
tered moors of stranded ships and en-
gulphing waters. Far away upon an
island, that the Unsuitable ocean holds in
its fast-tig htenlng embrace, l know of Il
little hamlet covering among the sand
dunes there the fierce waves of the sea
on bleak days and bleaker nights, lash
in angry fury the shelving beach. From,
thence the bright radiance of the light
house goes out upon its mission of mercy
to wind and wave tossed vessels For
many year that Pharos has W ithstood
the violence Of battling elements; God
grant it as sure a foundation in the years
to come! There too the loud and deep
sound Of the rushing of the sea upon the
reef comes nightly to anxious hearts
filled with what forebodings, SHAT fears
and fearful prayers, Eternity alone shall
reveal, for that little e4amlet holds the
dear ones Of brave souls "who 30 down
to the sea in ships and occupy their bus.
mess in great waters" Alas! it holds
beside the graves of as many to whom
that sea brought death. They lie quie,
and still after telapestuous lives, in the
green and hilly graveyard, where il
summer the clover, the wild rose anG
sweet thyme lift up their ambrosial cups
to wandering tribes of bees, and the sad
plaintive note OF the ring-dovo mingle:
like an under-culrent Of pain in the joy
.ous song of tue iield-lark. l know vel
the graves of those pale sleepers-ths
old and white-haired lie there, patri
archs like Enoch, who are not because
God took them; the weanings Of til.
1iock, whose bright eyes and laughing
lips wer. sealed by the kisses Of tile low
aug Angel Of Death, the Renjamins Q,
many AN Israel, best loyed Of all-strong
manhood to Mha,n the summons The
Lord hath need OF thein,' came in the
t.ay tine and hush of night; fair maid