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HAVE CHARITY.
DT MBS. M. A. KIDDER.
"Have charity I" sweet charity,
The noblest theme that ever rang,
Throughout creation’s vast domains,
Or ever angel voices sang !
Not merely charity, that gives
A pittance to the wretched poor,
But charity that gently throws
A mantle o’er the evil doer.
That sees in every human breast
A latent spark of fire divine,
(Though dust of years its light may dim,)
Obedient to the Master shine!
The charity that Jesds bad,
Whose blameless life taught love below,
The charity that gives alike
To bosom friend or bitter foe.
In Heaven’s blest abiding place,
Where 'we shall know as we are known,’
We’ll need no earthly charity,
For love will bind our hearts alone.
THE STUDENTS;
OR,
A LEAF FROM LIFE’S HISTORY.
DT DESELLA.
[conclusion.]
CHAPTER Y.
"Having once formed this resolve my
course of action shaped itself out before
me. I knew that to carry out my plans
successfully I should have to contend
with many difficulties; but with the
headstrong obstinacy that had become
almost second nature, I threw all care
for the present behind me, and gave my
self up to the perfection of my dream.
"lu all my intercourse with Nellie I
had studiously avoided exhibiting any
thing like my real character. I knew
that in her estimation I was the embod
iment of truth and honor. Believing
this, and trusting me as she did, I felt
sure that it would not tequire much
persuasion on my part to induce her to
leave her friends and place her future
iu my hands.
‘‘There is certainly nothing more un
selfish than the true love of a trusting
woman. Forgetful of self, she has no
thought hut for the object of her affec
tion; and investing him with the attri
butes of a demi god, she rends aside
the veil within the temple of her heart,
and enshrines his image there to be
worshipped as an idol.
“When at last I mentioned the sub
ject to Nellie I found that I had not
half the opposition to contend with that
I had expected. The knowledge that
the was to be my wife seemed to satisfy
ber, and to her it mattered little who I
was, or what my prospects. And in
less than three months from the time I
first met ber I pressed her to my bosom
as my wife. Yes, my wife, my very
own 1 though the world was for a time
to be kept in ignorance that such a
person existed.
“And now how was I to provide for
my darling, and yet keep my secret
from my mother ?
“I will tell you. In Brownsville I
had formed the acquaintance of an old
Scotchman—a man that was fit for
nothing in the world but to smoke his
pipe and hold his hands. I never saw
a better personification of laziness in
my life. And yet he was one of the
best hearted meD in the world. At the
time of which I am speaking he lived
in a little cottage with his mother, an
old lady probably seventy years of age,
but witbal one of the busiest, neatest
old creatures you could find. To her
care I intended to intrust my wife; and
I felt confident that when I explained
everything she would not refuse to ac
cept the charge.
“Taking Nellie with mo, I at once
started for that place, arriving just
about dark. I was fortunate enough
to find the old lady alone, and taking
her one side I freely confessed every
thing, telling her why I did so. At
first she appeared rather reluctant, but
finally her avarice overcamo every other
WAYNESBORO’, GA., SATURDAY, NOVEMBER 16, 1872.
consideration, and she agreed to let me
have possession of the cottage, fitting it
up as I chose; she merely remaining as
housekeeper and companion for my wite.
"As I have remarked once before, I
was never limited in my means, and
soon the little cottage had undergone a
complete transformation. With all the
delight of a school-boy I persisted in
surrounding my wife with everything
that I thought could contribute to her
happiness. Aud for awhile I believe
we wore as contented as it is possible,
for mortals to be. But the glamour of
possession soon wore off, and after a
timo I began to long for the excite
meut of my former life. And now for
the first time I discovered that I bad
much of my father’s fickle disposition.
As I again joined in the sports of my
wild companions my visits to the cot
tage became less and less frequent, and
sometimes weeks would pass without
my seeing or hearing from Nellie.
"At last I became so dissipated and
reckless that it was impossible to con
ceal the fact any longer from my father.
Every where reports of my conduct
reached him. And having at last
awakened to my real danger, ho set
himself to work to draw me out of the
gulf into which I had plunged. He
had always wished me to have some
profession, and as I preferred the study
of medicine to any other, he placed me
under the charge of Dr. Dent. It was
about the last thing he did, for a few
davs after mv mother was left a widow.
•e nr
Now I was free to acknowledge my wife,
aud to uphold htfr in the face of the
world , for my father’s wealth had
made me perfectly independent. But,
strange as you may think it, 1 had Dot
the slightest desire to do so. I still
continued to provide for her, but she no
longer possessed a fascination for me,
and finally I almost ceased to think of
her, excepting as a burden that I had
blindly taken upon myself.
“This was the condition in which
things stood when I first became known
to you. You remember the conversa
tion between myself and Dr. Dent that
last memorable day at class? You
know in what it resulted ! how we were
carried away with the desire for adven
ture, and agreed to steal for him the
subject he wanted. But you will never
know, Arthur—you can never imagine
the awful horror of the moment, when
in the face of that dead girl I beheld
the features of my wife, my forsaken
Nellie!”
The speaker ceased, and burying his
face iu his Lands his strong form shook
with the violence of the grief he made
no effort to control. After a few mo
ments spent in silence he raised his
head, and though his lips trembled
painfully, continued—
“lt was many days before I learned
how my wife, whom I supposed safe in
Brownsville, came to be a stranger in
Memphis, sick unto death, and depend
ent, on charity for burial. But the
events, as nearly as I could collect
them, were as follows :
“It seemed that at last, becoming
convinced that I was determined to
forsake her entirely, and hoping that
she could win me back to my old alle
giance, she resolved to seek me, believ
ing that it would be impossible for me
to resist bar entreaties. She came, but
the excitement that had thus far upheld
her gave way, and she fouud herself
sick, without any knowledge of my
whereabouts, and not a female friend
she could go to. As it was, she was
taken care of by some kind Sisters of
Mercy, and though they did all that
lay in their power, the Destroyer had
placed his grasp upon her, and before
they had dreamed her life in danger,
like a "storm-beaten lily she bowed her
head upon her bosom and closed ficr
eyes upon this world for ever.
“And now, Arthur, you know the
whole; can you wonder at the feeling
of remorse that at times makes me bate
“SALUB POPULI BUPKEMA LBX EBTO.’’
and shun society, and almost dread the
presence of my own mother ?”
"The story is a very sad one, Harvey,
and my heart aches for you; hut oh, if
through all you could behold the band
of Divine Providence pointing you to
your Father’s throne, how gladly would
I bow my head in thanksgiving, ac
knowledging that only through suffer
ing are we made perfect.’*
CHAPTER VI.
Still tbe shifting hauds of time roll
round; and again our willing feet wander
into tbe path leading to Harvey Atwood’s
home. But to-night the place presents
a picture widely at variance with tbe
scene that greeted us upon our former
visit. Instead of the holy quiet that
was wont to brood over the place, the
god of revelry sits enthroned ; and in
the broad glare of biasing lights we be
hold, flitting here and there, a hundred
forms arrayed in,all the winning grace
of youthful loveliness. At times the
busy huip of conversation, mingled with
the happy laugh of innooent childhood,
is drowned in a triumphant peal of
music from within; and at such moments
the faces of those present assume an
fager, expectant expression, while their
eyes riveted upon the open door seem
to say, "We watch yet for another’s
coming.”
This scene is interesting, but there is
another awaiting us tar more deserving
of our attention. And crowding through
this babel of confusion wc ascend a
flight of steps, and pausing at a door
listen in silence to the girlish prattle
coming from within. But even as we
listen the doer is thrown open as if in
acknowledgment of our presence, and
passing through we gaze spellbound at
the vision of loveliness before us. The
room, fitted up with all the elegance of
a lady’s apartment, is occupied by a
bevy of richly-dressed beauties; but
like a queen in thfe midst of her sub
jects Mabel stands proudly alone, ac
cepting' as her homage the admiring
glances bestowed upou her. Her match
less form is robed in pure white silk,
whose shining folds fall in rich masses
upon the velvet carpet. The bosom,
slightly expose by the perfectly fitting
corsage, is vailed with a web of soft
white lace, that like the froth upon the
waves, rises and falls with every breath.
The flowiog sleeve, gathered at the
shoulder with a spray of peals, reveals
a snowy arm whose perfect mould might
serve for a sculptor’s model. And the
mirror, reflecting back the image, shows
upon its polished surface a face of superb
loveliness, while amid the folds of raven
hair gleam snowy orange blossoms.
Standing at a little distance, her
face lit up with an expression of almost
maternal pride, we behold Mrs. Atwood.
To-night the silvery hair is brushed
smoothly back from the haughty face
and into a massive coil; but,
unaccustomed to such close cor finement
stray curls are peeping out here and
there and twining themselves around
the jewelled comb. Her dress of rich
black velvet clings around a form of
perfect symmetry, and the white hand
grasping its heavy folds is soft and dim
pled as an infant’s.
Gathering up the fleecy veil, she
threw it skilfully over the form of the
young girl, her deft fingers arranging it
about the face in perfeot harmony.
Stepping back she viewed the effect
critically for a few moments, and then
with a sigh of satisfaction exclaimed—
‘Well, we are ready.”
Once more the music swelled out loud
ly, triumphantly, and the throng noise
lessly giving way, made room for the
bridal party. In the hushed calm that
succeeded the minister advanoed, and in
a few beautiful words pronounoed the
ceremony that gave to Arthur Leon the
peerless Mabel for his bride. Many
and heartfelt were the congratulations
offered them, and in the excitement that
ensued none thought to question the
absence of the mastery
H a year, in advance.
But in his own room, his restless feet
keeping time to the hurried throbbing
of his heart, we find him, and when wo
look into his face, and seo the struggle
convulsing every feature, we turn away
feeling that to God alono belong the
thoughts within his soul.
In the long dining room where stood
the tables filled with every delicacy
that could oharm the eye or pamper the
appetite, he agaio joined them ; and in
the merry jest that passed his lips, or the
smile that lit up the darkness of his face,
there remained nothing to toll of the
storm that had just swept over him.
CHAPTER VII.
It was a beautiful day in early spring.
The tall trees towering upward towards
tho sky, waved their long arms to and
fro, causing the bright green leaves to
dance and tremble in tho sunshine.
The fleet-footed squirrel darted here and
there rejoicing in its freedom, or at
times becoming alarmed at some unusu
al noise, would scamper away up to the
topmost bight of some old tree, and hid
ing itself in fancied security behiud a
bunch of leaves, peep down so knowing
ly as if trying to discover the imaginary
danger. The birds filled the air with
one continual strain of melody, and it
seemed as if all nature united with them
in giving praise to the Creator.
The bright sunshine, flashing every
where, kissed lovingly each blado of
grass and tiny wild flower, but the full
splendor of its rays is concentrated yon
der on that obelisk of pure white mar
ble, that marked the resting-place of
Nellie Atwood. In the shadow of the
old oak recline two persons: one our old
acquaintance, Harvey, the other his
bosom friend, Arthur Leen. The little
graveyard is very quiet, but not desert
ed for over in that corner are a number
of little children rolling idly on the
soft grass, while at a little distance the
mother kneels beside an infant’s grave,
carefully transferring to the fresh earth
the flowers in her basket.
The scene was suggestive, and after
viewing it in silence for some time Ar
thur turned to his companion and cx-
claimed—
“ See, Harvey, God has left her four
jewels, and yet because He has taken
her fifth, she turns from those that re
main, to mourn for the one she has lost.
Like that mother of old, the burden of
her thoughts is, ‘lt might have been—
it might have been ;’ and she wonders
why her babe was given, only to be de
manded of her.”
“Life is a strange history,” answered
Harvey. “How short the step between
the cradle and the grave; and yet how
many heart-aches can be crowded into,
the brief existence.”
“And how many blessings,” added
Arthur, quickly. “ Hava you ever
thought that with each drop of bitter
ness placed to our lips, is offered also a
cup of sweets ?”
“Ay,” answered Harvey, “but dose
the sweetness of the one rob tho sting
from the other ?”
“No, nor is it intended that it should.
Our Father uever bestows afflictions
upon us without a purpose, and if His
hand interposes between us and the ob
ject of our affections, it is because he sees
that we have acoepted the gift and neg
lected the G iver.”
“Arthur, in the last few mouths 1
have tried very hard, taking you as my
guide, to struggle from the darkness
into which I have pluugcd, and find rest
upon that rock on which you have built
your faith; but when I would fainstretoh
out my hands unto the light beyond, I
grasp naught but the darkness, and, los
ing hope, sink further than ever into
the gulf of despair.”
“Do not trust to tho guidance of
feeble man, Harvey; but place your
eyes upon Kim who is the Author and
Finisher of our being, and your feet will
at last be guided into the path of salva
tion.”
“I will try,” answered tho other ear
nestly, “and perhaps may at lasst be
deemed worthy of meeting with my lost
Nellie. Though forsaken in life, unac
knowledged in death, yet she is the
gniding star of my existence; and if
true repentance can. avail aught, I
shall at last clasp her hand in the king
dom of the Rpdceiuer,.”
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iNO. 11
[From the New York Tribune.]
Sorrow But Not Bitternetar
A lady from the North, equally dis
tinguished for her virtus and her genius,
visited Richmond immediately after tbe
surrender of that city to the Union
forces. Her attention was attracted to
the hats woven of rico straw during tbe
siege, which were worn by tbe ladies
in tho streets. She asked a young girl,
whose fresh color and bright face show
ed a heart at ease, where they could be
proeured. The young person, recognis.
ing the questioner from her elegant and
modish toilette to be from the northon
side of Mason and Dixon’s line ans
wered insolently, ‘‘What impudenesl 11
"I beg your pardon; I took you for a
lady,” was the chilling rejoinder. It wai
effective, also, for tho young woman col
ored and said: "I beg yours. You can
find them at No. street.” Our in
formant went to the place indicated and
found tho house to be a stately family
mansion, evidently once luxurious but
now quite dismantled and bare.
She was received by an elderly lady
whose silvery hair was surmounted by
that crown of sorrow, a widow’* cap.
It was she who, reduced by adversity,
carried on this humble handiwork for
sustenance. Her dignity and gentle
ness impressed the younger lady, and
a conversation ensued, in whieh the
widow mentioned that her husband had
been killed in battle. “HaveyoQ son* ?
“I had three—killed in battle.” The
next question was irresistible. “Have
you brothers ?” “I had two—killed in
battle.” The younger lady rose, with
starting tears, and said, “How is ll
possible, Madame, that you can receive
a Northern woman in your bouse f*
The stricken matron came forward, and',
placing her thin hands upon the shoul
ders of the visitor, said, “My child, there
is so much sorrow in my heart, there i*
no room for bitterness.”
Need the moral be dwelt upon ? The
young girl, who tad apparently not suf
fered in the least, was full of fry and
fury. The widow, who had lost every
thing to make life desirable, was free
from hate and malice. Is it not a de
plorable thing that we have seen during
the campaign an entirely analogous
state of things? The South, ruined
and scarified by war, and ever since the
war closed, plundered and stripped by
its infamoiis government of thieves and
robbers, came to Cincinnati and to Balti
more, and, accepting every result of tb
war, held out its hand to tba victorious
North and asked for nothing but for
justice and pease and friendship. Tbf
men who have lost everything ask for
nothing. The men to whom the war
brought nothing but gain and uumerit*
ed honors—men like Conkling and Mor
tan and Chandler—refuse the proffered
hand and continue their malignant work
of discord and hate.
Tkriublk Sentence. —The Rev Oial;
Oialsen, a Norwegian minister, waa ha*
headed on the 20th July, at Tromaoe,
in the extreme north of Norway. He
had been convicted of having poisoned,
his aged father, and having poisoned
his three illigitimatc children. He was
arrested at the instigation of his former
mistress, Bertha Hilgren, and in coose*
quence of his denials of guilt, subjected
to the torture of being deprived of w*i.
ter for three days, and onoe for twenty*
four hours he was chained to the walji
of his dqpgcon in an erect position. The
sentence finally pronouncod against him,
was, that for twenty hours he should be
exposed to the pillory with his hand;
nailed to the board of infamy, and that
he should then have his right band
chopped off, anu his head cut off with,
an axe, Upon hearing his doom, the
unfortunate man fell on his knees an<L
implored the audience to shoot him, in
order to put an end to his misery.
Nearly twenty thousand people witness
ed the execution of the criminal.
♦.
England makes $3,500,000 worth of
her old rags into paper yearly.
