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arRandoms front Tirultr SteepleTo night, Mr. Editor, the soul of the old Bell Ringer is sad. He looks out on the sleeping world, and beholds it, shrouded in j darkness and mourning. I 06A gale sweeps from the North, bearing on ■ bj its wings, animosity, hatred, curses j it meet, | j the gentle, floating breeze from the South ! and hurls it back scattering death and deso- ' lation over its plains of darning flowers. The angel of light and life, seems to hare winged In its flight from our once beautiful, but now re blighted country, and the fiend of War, and devastation reigns iostead ; and as the enchanting strains of the sweet singing seraph | passed away to the throne of Eternal God,; there arose the demoniacal shriek of War! j L 1 On with unrighteous, unholy war until one fr half cf the great nation is blotted from the !page of mortality.The torch, and subjection are taken up inchorus, and echoes throughout the tnillioned tounged North, and heart6 once filled with J Sfl kindness and mercy, are transformed into j ei receptacles of malignity and persecution. Fanaticism rules: abolitionism has supplanted the conciliatory peace principle*, of the founders of our government, and the great ! heart of the N.rth, once generous and complacent, is transformed into a wild, infuriated .beast, only to be satisfied by blood and deso- jermC*thinlation. !PrenCobaWiIIlljastcoiClt;aiin•lclt;11VaThe rising smoke from the burning city, and hamlet, the wail of the widow and orphan, ; V| the onset of battle, the mad fury of contend- | ^ ing hosts, the shrieks of the mangled and dy- j ing constitute a scene, that would cause j devils to shudder, but is prowlers to turn the so called Northern Christian soul, to the practice of Christian precepts.Is there not sufficient morality, are therenot enough, who believe in the great truths of ajuNt God. to stay the ravages of thatfienoish, malignant crew, who are hurling our beloved country from its once proud e,position, into the depths of misery and woe ?If so, let them arise in the majesty of their might, and hurl the reckless fanatics, to that destruction, designed for the workers of iniquity ; if not, then let us cravenly submit i to the tyrant’s behest, and smile as we are crushed beneath the falling ruins of our country.Ah, Mr. Editor, the soul of the old man weeps at the misery and impending destruc tion of his countrymen.But let us turn from the story of greater calamities, to that of lesser, from the s'»ry j ** of national indignities, to that of individual j8 wrongs.Sympathy for the injured, and forgivi.e^s to the errinir, are among the brightest flowers that blossom in the soul ; they are theradiations of that ber»ev deuce which the good God has implanted into our be»ng, as a sign that we are His, and cf Him.But one remove, from the inclo*ure that separates Trinity church yard, frotq crowded, rushiug, Broadway, and about half way be-tween the Church and Monument erecred 4ncommemoration of those whom the cruelty of English Tyrrany, consigned to a terrible, lingering death, lies imbedded, even with the ground, a piece of granite, in dimensions, those of an ordinary grave, and bearing the simple inscription, Charlotte Temple.Four Charlotte ! who has uot read herbriel and mortal career ; more sinned against than sinning ; much of the cold, proud, world, will frown and scorn at the mention of her name, yet, far more erring than she. Their imperfection*, are concealed ; hers, are-spread throughout the universe ; there is the differ euce ; crime unrevealed, is a virtue, but exposed i9 a sin, and those in secret guilt are * j the first to cry, crucify ! crucify !I j But all are human, and subject to the pas t sions and emotions, incident to that estate ; i j none are perfect; therefore let all forgive, as they would be forgiven. n| The-deceived, and greatly wronged Char n j lotte, possessed a heart of warmth, and a soul as pure as the incense of virtue. She loved with excessive wild-nes, but surely, that was Godlike.She fell by the base treachery, and f »rce of n j afoul, but brilliant deceiver; that was the frailty, the imperfection of humanity. Shewas woman, and po«55ased woman’s confidence, censure not her; but pause the side of her moot-sf, humble grave, and bedew it with a kindly tear, as many have dune, breathe a prayer that other*, virgins, beautiful and pure, may not meet her fate, and, if the heart ?c be generous enough, pray for the forgivness of her destroyer. Blame not Charlottte, disturb not her repose, let her sleep her long,quiet sleep.Busy, thoughtless, throngs, pass her by, the curious and the sincere, together, seek her resting place, the great pulse of the citythrobs and beats at the gates of her gravebut she heeds them not, the body that was corrupt, has put on incorruptabdity, and ihlt;soul has left its earthly tenement, and dwells a star, bright and shining, in the firmament of God.TRINITY BELL RINGER.I.4t8I»It1-k,iyie5Sofn-illnielt;*►T\ n
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Tunkhannock North Branch Democrat
Tunkhannock, Pennsylvania, US
Wed, Mar 02, 1864
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