Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1895-10-11
CHAPTER VII.

Lorenzo Dow, the famous itinerant tc
illustrate point in one of his sermons
with his usual independence, spoke oi
u sinner by name as dying when drunk
1t got him into trouble. The friends
of the deceased, in their indignation al
the license he had taken with the char
acter of the dead, indicted the preacher
for SANDER; and on his next visit to
Charleston he was arrested and put
into Jail.
One day as Dow sat in his cell, which
few Methodist friends had made as
comfortable as be would allow, he sang
to himself
"No evil can from God proceed
Twas only suffered, not decreed;
AS darkness is not from the sun,
Nor mounts the shades, till he is gone"
the turnkey entered and announced a
lady had called, and desired an unin'
terrupted interview.
Numbers of persons visited him from
curiosity, and he received them always
gladly; to all speaking word in sea-
son, striving, like the great apostle, to
improve his bonds and win souls for
his master.
The preacher babe the man usher
the lady into his presence, and il
others called before her visit ended, to
tell them he was engaged. A glance
at the lady assured him it was no vul-
gar curiosity which brought her there.
Her air and dress bespoke her one oi
the wealthier class, and his heart boun-
ded with hope she might be seeking
him for help in spiritual matters.
Directly the turnkey retired, the lady
removed her veil and asked, "Do you
know me Mr.. Dow ?" and without
quailing under his scrutiny, sat quietly
as his searching gaze took in feature
after feature, and then a steadfast
study of the whole.
"You seem to me, like an echo, as it
were, of one l met five years ago in
another part of the State; but only
suffering, such as God seldom inficts
on our weak humanity, could have
wrought the change l see in you"
"You do not forget, then, the girl
you married one night in Lancaster
district ?"
"No; 1 never forget! I perfectly
remember the goodly youth, Edward
Darlington, and the young thing to
whom l bound him. Instead Of its
being FIVE years, as my recollection
holds it, your face would tell the tale
of ten."
"Still, it is only five, this August
to come, since you made me the wife of
my young lover. An ill-star presided
over those nuptials. He died before
our private marriage was acknowl-
edged. I had no witness or certificate
to prove it. You know now the sor-
row which, like an avalanche, has, in
its course, effaced my former self; so,
even you, with your wonderful mem
ory, scarce knew me the same"
"How fares your soul, my sister?
Say you with the Psalmist, lit is good
for me to be afflicted 2"
"Thank you, Mr.. Dow, for the inter
est |, in common with all wandering
sheep, excite in your Jealous heart I;
but | come this morning, not for the
gospels sake but to ask from you Il
marriage certificate. would not re-
prouch you, for do not regret the act
you performed but it seems to me
your knowledge of the world should
have warned you to have taught us
the dangers OLA private marriage. such
as you solemuized between Edward
Darlington and myself
YES, it was strange impulse
obeyrd, to listen to the pleadings Of
the boy, who had not needed my i'm
portunities made to him, the same day,
for his soul. I've thought of that days