Year: 1868

wound the string until it reached her
husband. "Now hold the string fast,
and pull" cried she, and the string
grew heavy and hard to pull, for Tom
and his mother had fastened thick
rope to it. They watched it gradual
| ly and slowly uncoiling from the
ground, and the string was drawn
higher.


There was but one coil left-it had
reached the top. "Thank GoG" ex-
claimed the wife. She hid her face in
her hands in silent prayer, and tremb-
lingly rejoiced. The iron to which it
should be fastened was there all right
but would her husband be able to
make use oft? Would not the ter
ror of the past have so unnerved him
as to prevent him from taking the nec-
essary measures for safety? She did
not know the magical influence her
few words had exercised over him.
She did not know the strength that
the sound Of her voice, so calm and
steadfast, had filled him-as if the lit
tie thread had carried the hope of life
once more, had conveyed to him some
portion of that faith in God which
nothing ever destroyed or shook in
her pure heart. She did not know
that, as she waited there, the words
came over him; ''Why art thou cast
down, o my soul, why art thou dis.
quieted within me? hope thou in
God" She lifted her heart to God
for hope and strength, but could do
nothing more for her husband, and her
heart turned to God and rested upon
him as on rock.


There was a great shout.


Hes safe, mother; he's safe!''
cried Tom.


Thou hast saved my life, my Mary"
said the husband, folding Ler in his
arms. "But what ails you .? thou seem
est more sorry than glad about it."
But Mary could not speak, and if the
strong arm of her husband had not
held her up she would have fallen to
the ground-the sudden JOY, after such
fear, had overcome her,


tom, let thy mother lean on thy
shoulder said his father, 'and we
will take home" And in their happy
home they poured forth thanks to God
for his great goodness, and their hap
Ply life together felt dearer and holier
for the peril it had been in. and in the
nearness of the danger that had
brought them unto God. And the
holiday next day-was it not indeed
thanksgiving-day?


Col. Robert M. Douglas, son of the
late Stephen A. Douglas, delivered
oo,,,r,,5 opooon Ioa,orsn lo~ uayo
since which is published in the Stand
ard of yesterday. Speaking of the
fact that the supporters of Seymour
and Blair bore his fathers name on
transparency in Raleigh a few days
previously, he said:


"While gazing upon that name |
remembered the time when these same
men declared him a traitor to every
principle of honor because he PREFER
ed his country to party, and bitterly
denounced him for his efforts to rally
the people of the West for the defense
of the Union. remember all these
when am declared a degenerate son,
and for every quotation they give the
from his speeches, | will give them a
dozen. When the Sentinel parades
sentence concerning white mans
government, would remind them of
his dying words, when his wife bent
over the scarce breathing form of the
expiring statesman and asked if he
had no message to send to his child
ren, Tell them. said he in a voice
rendered almost inaudible by the near
approach of death, ito obey and sup
port the Constitution and laws of the
land. This solemn injunction | in-
tend to obey"