Louisiana capitolian. (Baton Rouge, La.) 1879-1881, 1881-07-26
COMM UNICATED.

DEAR CAPIToLIAN-I never write
for newspapers-don't know how
am incompetent to furnish from my
''little store of knowledge" any
thing that could mould public senti-
ment for good or for evil but remem-
bering the kindness you have always
shown to '.all classes and conditions"
how you have helped the human poet
izer, as, on ambitions wing, he has
placed himself beside the blind but
immortal Milton; how you have en-
couraged the young politician, whose
views, were they "lived up to" and
made a part of the organic law, would
perpetuate the "grand old Democrat
ic party" and make peace and plenty"
certainty.
Yes, remember all your goodness
to these soaring Bards and Sage JEFF
fersonians, and now come to you to
helpme tell
MY DREAM.
| dreamed that he was poor young
fellow, staunch and true to his own
manhood ,and to his friends; he was
full of faults-fraiI and good cas- the
world goes" He launched his little
boat on Life's Unlucky River-the
breeze was fair as ad0wn the stream
he fOated.
He had no past-therefore no sor-
row. His gaze was ahead and sweet
Hope carried him on, aud he saw in
the womb of the future blessings for
himself and for those whom he loved.
His appetites and desires rode him
hard at times, and bis smiles were not
SO bright as when he started; he had
sung the wild song of the Bacchanal
with boon companions, and felt that
he was leaving the river and passing
out into the mighty ocean of Sin and
.neanNesS, leaving behind the faithful
stream; which, to him, had been so
bright and sunny. For flowers had
fringed its banks, and their doors had
been to him the perfume of Heaven.
Many to-morrows had come and
gone. Hope lay crushed at his feet.
Out upon the unmeasurabie ocean
of human woe, ne floated on single
plank. But his gaze was heaven
ward. Like his Redeemer, he is
"treading the wine press alone;;"
penitent he is and broken-hearted.
Although the nights dark and his sins
stalk before him in hideous ugliness !;
although in the distance he hears the
sweet warblings of the same match
less siren whose w0Oing cadency won
angel-man from Paradise and bound
him a willing captive-he feels no
fear--he feels no carnal love. His
look is upward, and in his last earthly
extremity he is steady as Truth, firm
as Faith and joyous and happy as
Hope and Pardon can make him--so
he thought
God is with him now, as he mounts
the steps of glory, the pearly gate is
opened wide, and through its portals
he hears the jog Of the angels ouer one
soul saged. He is almost home, but
turns one farewell look lt0,Uard earth.
and there, equi-distant between it
and the great white throne of God, he
sees the Tempter, srrayed in beauty
and loneliness, reckoning to- him to
come back.
"Come back! Come back! and to-
gether we will recress the chilly wave
together we will revisit the Edens Of
beautiful earth, and you shall be hap.
py." Come back: Oh, God' He
hesitates! Just then, the glad &C.
claim from voices attuned to Heaven
ly minstrelsy! The shout of the re-
deemed! The sweet pleadings Of
"fairest among ten thousand" His
weary, tired soul is lifted into ectasy
and rescued forever from the thraldom
Of sin. He went "sweeping through
the gates of the New Jerusalem
This was my dream, dear CApITo-
LIAM, and l thank you for your help.
CHARITY.
THE EXGVRAJON OF FIVE ApMy