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"""V 1 -1 1- v .7. O. II. XUTTAZ,!.. A PAPER FOR EVERY FIRESIDE. TJSItMS: $1.50 a Tear1, Strictly in. Adan1 Publisher A " '- ' I ! ! 4' ( - ! gtb0teb to Stlett fitcrature iinb tnerai Inttuipitre. ; VOL. II. It is the Province of Poetmj to hallow the sphere in which it moves, and breathe around it an odor more exquisite than the rose or the lily. ; , Original. ' THE DYING BOY. A widowed mother's only, son) Lay on the bed. of death, And eagerly she listened j To everv fleeting breath." i f I ; Weep not, dear Mother, "said ber child, "This.hope to me is given, That thougli my suflerings are severe I soon shall rest in Heaven. ! Vl hear my Saviour's loving voice, It gently whispers, 'Come,' S How much it doth "my heart rejoice,4 To think I'm going homd. ; 1 "I'm going where my Saviour reigns, i My tears He'll wipe h way, j '.-j .And there so free from sin's dark! stains I'll live through endless day." . The Mother bowed her head :ind wept, bhe kissed Ker darling son, j; J ! : And when he slept the sleep i of death, Murmered, "Thy will Te ' tfone.V Oh ! who can tell he anguish! ,Of that mother's broken heart, When from the one . she loved the best,; She was thus forced to part.- - But she had comfort from above, T' was there she looked for rest, And Jesus pitying the one he loved, ' Took her gentlv to His breast; Alice. Spuing Grove, N. C. A good story is told of Judp:e Kice. About the commencement t I U Hill MU llltuiu a ? 'v-V'Vn i'M North Alabama i. whiil, ho said the Southern soldiers could whip the Yankees with pop guns,- Since the war he chanced to make another speech at the same . 1 i-ii 1 : r 1 i )lacc. Abitc double jointed lei- low was present who heard and I rrvmomhnrpfl .the. former 'snGocli. 1 and being in an admirable frame ft w . j I . 7 . ' f nf TuitiH. to ro tor SnmJ i Komii i up his sleeves and . putting fist iii j :S(me "spirit' in bis etj' in the palm of jhis liaruU H be pro-1 diiced -him to go friis favorite pounded the tearful question: ! 'wood land retreat,!!! an- so; it -Sain Riv jrtyou makea speech liere m 1801 i I !. , . , ti 1 f v x- "I did."' I- ; -J. j mg the spot.be sawijthe (bject or -"And didn't tou sav we I could jhts thoughts and llove saunter wliip the Yankees with pop "UcVi';- 1 ' t i- 1 ! 1 i ; "Certainly, I did ; : but the steals would not light us that wnv." ! i J :. ! i- ! -it.-- - - - i ? ; - - CHARLOTTE, N. C, TT Original.; BY SHIELEY WILMOT MOORE, Author of "Helen Clermont," "The Gip sey's Revenge," "Eena Robertson," "Daisy ; or. The Wages of Sin is Death," "The Reclaimed," y ' "Woman's Work," y"- J ''Etc:, Etcj'V' ' continued. One evening Doni '.'wont on bcr ; y i y -y usual walk, accompanied o.nly by her faithful Carlo. With thoughts whollv enirrossed by tbe voun.o- stranrreivartist. sH6 wan- dered on until sbe inind berself near a rustic seat, placed beneath a . h i ic oak by ; XY)&h h aYrfs " -of Erndfit Woodville, one day when he bad been out sketching. Dora was not aware who bad construct ed tlie seat, neither had she 'eler seen it bciore in anv of her ranib line's, but feeling a- little wcariid bv her walk she advanced fo lit ! anjl dropped herself wearily down, perfectly unconscious ' that the owner of the seat wa,s, at the vcrv moment of lier appearance be neath the tree, only- a Tew rods distant frtfm her. Yet(. it was even so. Enticed by thdbeauties i ; ,- 1 fflw, n- KN1M nnrlvilln 1 . 11 1 i i xl 1JZ a! j. trolled out,- thmlcng that i ere h returned to his l odmgs he would call on Dora, aid, if he r.nnlfl fool the hour ' Drolitious to . . . , a,La ;,,t,o,- his hopes, he aeterminea lnwarci "' -i ' j ly to confess his ipassijn, and loarn if she were '.willinffto unite - .4f rm,.flfo ..ti1 1 - i i H I leisurely up and take I y session of the seat of whichllie censidered i S ; 1 ' himself sole proprietor. 1 f Smiling softlvl to hinsclfijie i 1 I -I - . i -. - ; : . ! 1 SATURDAY, MAY I7, 1873. drew quietly near, feasting his eyes meanwhile! on the charms of his fair lady-love, who, uncon scious of the scrutiny of mortal eyes, half reclined on the rude seat; and certainly, if she had been posing for effect, she could not have appeared more entraiicr ingly lovely. An attractive and becomingly-made dress of . huff linen set off, to an exquisite ad vantage, her half oriental Style of beauty. The coquetish . little ; straw hat, she had worn , waa now thrown- carelessly at her feet, to gether with the dainty kid gloves, in which, while walking, she had encased her hands. j r Ernest stood apart for a short while, luxuriating in the spell of her marvelous beauty, then slow Iv advanced toward her ; . vet so earnest and absorbing werei the cooitations of Dora that not . un til he said" 'goOd cvehihg" was she aware of -his presence! Starting, up she cordialy ex tended her hand, while a ; flush of pleasure over-spread her features. In reply to Ernest's expressions of joy at meeting with her so un expectedly, she responded with unfeiirned heartiness : I UI, too, am glad to meet with you, Mr. Woodville, - though jof late you have grown to be quite a stranger withi us. Why is it we never see you now atGlenwood ?" Ernest had not intended to be quite so precipitate in his propo sal, but he would have been more than human if he could have looked into the warm, icclcommg eyes, felt the pressu re. of th esoft white1 hand, and yet conceal ! tht) love he fblt; "I have not visited Glenwood of late, so much as I once did. I have no other excuse to offer, only that I could not (rust my self, Dora," ry 'y-- y; -. It vas the first time lie ( had ever addressed her by her chris- tian name, and now his voice took on a peculiar sweetness; as he lm- jrcred lovingly on it. ? Dora's face' , ; . 0 r - , , flushed enmson, but as he seemed waiting tor 0 reply, she stammer- 1 NO. 8. - ed confusedly :v "And why, Mr. ' Woodville, could you possibly o afraid to ' Mist yoiirself to visit us V v his ca She did not resenti ling her by her chrisiian name ; a point gained, which the artist fql- in low in-. tensely-passionate tones : "Because I am a poor artitfy Dora; you are an heiress." "What difference does all this make ?" whispered the girl,! be coming momentarily m6re con- -i : w ; fused. 1 "V j "A . irreat deal of differ nee, Dora. I could not bear to be friend only, and certainly it vould be presumptuous to aspire to be more, with my limited means and prospects." ; ; ! Halt smiling, half shy. with the. nearest approach . and to pout on hcr-lips, Dora .said :! VI am sorrv I am'to bo a heiress, if I am to lose your friendship;" i "You will ever have mv warm est friendship but unless you will give me some encouragement to hope that one day T may becoriie all in all to you, I must leave this vicinitv at once." A slight pause, followed, unbroken bv the blush in tz; Dora. -Then Ernest continue ! ed : "You do not speak, Dorat j Perhaps I have lofiended you, by sjjeaking so plainly,: rbut forgive! me, and attribute mvJ temeritv to; the crreat and boundless love which you have inspired in my. heart. Oh ! Dora, , vou cannot dream of the deep ' fathomless j " - r ' i ' 1 devotion, which has masterqd mo snce the time I first knew God knows, I have stri hard to conceal this love Von, but I find that it is in I yotr. trujlcfl from, possi-1 ble. Let nic speak now, Dora, jlet nie unburden my heart to you, and afterward, if vou sav 'so, T will, go farawav and trouble yt:i no more. 5 r The silence which, for a mo- j nient, followed the declara ion of Ernes't was broken by Dora's low, swe6t voice. . "You do not trouble me now, Ernest, and I scarcely think it f I ( 1. ' A i r
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