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L "-.as--- - V. .? ' a a 03 Vol. XIV Raleigh, 3ST. C, Jtdy SO, 1863. 3sTo. 48.. P it 104 JeUI 2S i '. THE PRUUQ HEAET HUHSLED-- "Cut if yo forgive not men their trespasses, neither will your lather forgivo you jour trespasses." Tho March nitwit had darkened down upon the lovely little Southern village of Ashdale. ' It was a pretty piice in summer, lying be tween two hills, on whose summits tho ash trees lifted their green arms to the sky all' the long, bright days, as if imploring a ben ediction, or spread .therm out lovingly over the white houses nestled round tho one church belovw But to-night it wore a different aspect A ntorri was upon the hills.- A little snow and hail werrt borne upon its wings, but not iivieh. Chiclly it was the force of the rush mT wind-, s'l.-ikincr the leafless; ash trees : hurliu u.k-t closed "windows; swinging the t il m the out church tower till it gave lortb, now. ai.d then, a diro-likc appeal, ,as . if t!:c thud were tolling their own requiems. Man;; homo-; tht?o were where the wild recue without seemed but to heighten, by . thci furry of contrast, the blessed calm with inhomes v.'i.cro smiling infants slept warm and still, through, tho twilight, in th? soft hush of root her':; bosoms, and happy children inhered around tho knee of father or grand Kir p, to hear again i.omc simplo story; or thoughtful ones loolced into the fire, and fashioned from the embers brao castles, in the coming time, with, over all, the sunshine .of youth and hope. Twenty years froth now they would look into tho embers again, and see those fair castles, in which they had never come to abide, with .ruined win dows and blackened walls " The twii,ht of memory, over all, Ami the bflencc of death within." But in one house no stories were to glad, den listening cars no soft evening hymn ' hushed slumbering babes to rest no chil dren's ciger eyes looked into tho embers. It was the stateliest house, by far, in the lit tle village a lofty mansion, gleaming white in the trees, with the roof supported by. mas cive pillars. No where did the evening fire. burn brighter, but into it looked two old pco- have been her father's child if she had not, without a tear. , ' From that time, for ten years, her name had been a forbidden word. Letters she had written at first durine he? banishment but they had been sent back unopened, and tor years no voice or token had. come to tell whether she were dead or living Therefore, the mother looked shudderingly into the shadow-haunted corners, in the long twi lights, and almost believed thatshe'saw thero the face for which her mother's heart had yearned momently all thoe years. Judge .Howard loved his wife, too 0, if she had but known it? Every outline of mat sad, waiting face, every thread of that 4 silver hair, was dearer to him now than when, the bridal rose crowned the girl bride ho had chosen, but his lips never soothed away the sadness of that patient face. " It is a terrible night,' he said, at length arousing himself from his long silence. In the pause after his words, you could bear how the wind shook the house . groaning among tho trees, and 'sighing along the gar den walk. . . Yes, a terrible night,' his wife answered with a-shudder. God jrrant no poor soul niny be out in it shelterless.' 4 Amen ! I would take in my worst ene my on sucka night as this.' - His worst enemy 1 But would ho have taken jn his own "child the daughter with his 'blood in her veins, and who fed once at his hearth? If this oucstiora crossed the wife's mind, she gave it no utterance. 4 Shall I light the candles, Bufus?'she asked meekly. 4 Yes, it is almost bed time, I had forgot ten how long we were sitting in the dark. I will read now, and then we shall bo better in bed. He drew toward him the Biblo which lay between the candles she had lighted. It had been his habit, for years, to read a chapter in it nightly. Somehow, to-night the pages opened at the beautiful, ever new story of the prodigal son. Judge Ho.ward read it through calmly, but his hand trembled as ho shut the book. ...', '.Hannah,' he begun, and then paused as if his pride was still too strong to permit him to confess himself in the wrong. But soon he proceeded t. 4 Hir.nah, I do. suppose W... nvifHr''iitiiiyiwl'iw should seek to be numbered with tho chil dren of God. He is our Father, and His arms arc ever open to the wanderer. My heart misgives me sorely about Caroline. She should not have disobeyed me, but do I never disobey God, and where should I be if He measured out to me. such measure as I of crief and time upon their shrivelled faces two who had forgotten, long ago, their jonth's fair castles, who looked back over waste fields of memory where not even set ting sun-rays gilded tho monuments built to their dead hopes. They sat there silently. They had sat si lently ever since the darkness gathered. The have measured to her ? 0 Hannah, I never before how much 1 Efceded to bo lor given.' 4 The mother s tears were tailing still and last she could not aaswer. : 1 here was si lence for tho moment, and ajrain the Judge said, restlessly, 4 Hannah,' and sho looked up into his white moved face. 4 Hannah, cpuld we find her? Do you thinks she live still our one child? J God knows, my husband. Sometimes" I think that she is dead. 1 sec her lace on dark nights, and it wears a look' of heaven- child jn.o Ms bosom, with tn 'eager, hungry locv-i - ? nns closed around her as if they wVH u her there forever. 'My lild, my child,' burst hke a sob from his hyj nd then he bent over silently. At firt vJt nfa bad stood by in mute amaze mertt, lvv.iace almost as white as the cap boraer j.uicn trembled round it, now u1 -thought pierced her, quick and deep as s-frd. oho drew near, und looked piteous ly i'Vo iT neighbor's eye. 4 UpK aa orphan ? Where is her mcth . er?. !t - Trli'iidge heard her and lifted up his : pMi'! cried, 4 where is Caroline? Ilavo pittVfiJ tell me where Caroline? :.iclf the v. oman could-answer, un eager KiJk, father, mother, heTa Ai'fl ' a the hall where she enngij lhre'fl the ill had M DUUI, she had been lin- ecnnst--.il m lear. dudce Howard. s own chrlti .i in. It was the mother's breast to whl ho clunsr first tho mother's arms w-J-ticiippftd hex 'with such passionate -and then she tottered forward, and Tself down at her father's feet. ;ve me, father,' the tried to sa)', hut T would not hear her. The angel .led, at length, the deep water ot liis al the wave of fueling had overflowed his IM He saw now in its true light, the and unforgiving spirit which had self. ueen iirmf and best; hear now 3 Fort Fisheb,'N, Cn July, lS6:i. ' Deah Editor: I taw in a late Na of your paper, . something said of Sabbath Schools. And as I always loved tht institution in my younger days, I read ,f them vet with great interest and deep ieeiing for their progress. And I will say a word, to-oay, in my broken way, in their behalf, which if you see pro--per you may give to the public. I spent many of the' Sa'-baths o! my boyhood-days in the Sabbath Schoolroom, at the pleasant little place called Tere binth, it. Cumberland county, N. (J. How strongly has. a grateful memory impressed upon tny heart the well-loved? laces and names: of our Superintendents Dr. L. J. Rose and Rev. B. Culbreth. . . Ev the i-so of our tickets we kept tho No. of les sons" recited by eachr;cholart whether perfec", good or imperfect. Those who visited us, at tho close of tho school heard our speeches and dialogues, and were nmle fully acquainted with the progress of cich Kchohr. How very hard we used to work for tho prizes. 1 thought'my task, light, with a beau'.ifu: . oook in prospect I have. some prize books now, . which I earned at Sabbath School. On one occasion, one of my cljvss-mates W. J. Y est, now with me ia the army, and myself wre equal with our lessons every w'ay ; consequently our teacher held out to w t wo boolis; and to prevent hard feelings, we drew f r choice, and were each well pleased with his book. I feel indebted to God, through the Sabbath School, for my best lessons lessons which will never leave me whik1! time with me shall last. Here. I learned my dutv to Gud and to my neighbor. Here I learn ed to honor my father and mother, and the hairy t sin of his life. . Ho sank upon his i Uimg his daughter and her child, pi;!'l wife crept to his side, and knelt . while Irom his hps Mrs. Marsh he closed the door, and left tho IV 'd family to themselves, this prayer : ia:er, forgive us our trespasses, a.s we -fbrgiyi those who trespass against us.' JxiQ'y Howard had hot ' uttered it before for tfiykrxs. -" ; - ;u - AS?tuat night the Judgevs .mansion was not he stateliest, but the happiest home in Asf 'ik. Caroline Huntley had borne as long ih could the burden of weight on her. heaarid when.it had grown too heavy to be 1'luved, she had;started with her child for hoi The stage had set them down that jl'v!iy5night. in her native village, .and thci. idveness for which she had scatce- ly dart c b hope, had expanded into , wel- t . . .... . - . i uauglitr; and they summoned Itichard Hunt- head. But 1 sigh when I remember bow,n.glcet!ul 1 have been in the path of duty. I love to think of the catechism lessons learned then. They do me good when I go to church, lor very often the Preach-' ers tcit is something -I've learned from the cate chism. Well may' it be -said, that parents should keep their children out of the. streets in the week, and at School on tho Sabbath. - 1 . ' ' B.A. HINTON, Co. F, 36th Reg. N. C. T. . I Harder ad PUlage. As usual the yankecs who raided on Knoxvillc, mur dcred inoffensive people and plundered the country. They murdered Dr. Harvey Baker, a prominent physi cian residirvg near Knoxville. The Register s s :. Dr. Baker's house is about ten miles below Knox ville, oh the main Vcstern road. On Friday kfier npoii ho told his wile and family he could do no good staying at home, and believed he would come up to i i - i . r . tOVYl i vvuere ne migui. oe ot uomo assisiancc iu its uc- nliee fode'TTTana'-hrescnlea't loftv. well furnished room was lighted only by the wood's lire glow, and in the corners strange shadows seemed to gather, beckoning hands and white brows gleaming spectrally through the darkness. Toward them, now jind then, the wife looked with anxious, searching gaze ; then turned back again to ward the lire and clasped her hands over tha heart that had learned through many trials the hard lessons of patience. Judgo Howard was a stern, self-conceited man. In his naive town, where ho 'had passed all his life, none stood higher in pub- ly peace. In tho winds I hear a voice that lie esteem. Toward the poor he was liberal sounds like hers she seems trying to iell toward his neighbors just aud friendly ; me she has found rest But no, no I' her yet, for all that he was a hard man, whoso face kindled 4 she is not dead. I feel it in will was iron, whose habits were granite. mv soul God will let us sec her once more His wife had come to know this even in her honeymoon. The knowledge was endorsed by her sad, waiting lace, her restraining manners. His daughter Caroline, his only chiid, had learned it early, and her father became to be I am her mother I shall not die till my kisses have rested on her cheek, my hand touched her hair. I bclievo I havo a prom ise, Rufus.' 4 God grant it, Hannah ' . . And after those words they both satsilent- aluiost as much an object of fear as tender ly again, listening listening. ness. They had not heard the door open, but now And yet he loved those two with a strength a step sounded in the hall, and the door of the that weaKcr, more yieiuing natures couin not room wnere mey sat soitiy unclosed. They have fathomed. V hen his child was nrst both started up perhaps they half expected put into his arms; when her. frail, helpless to see Caroline, but it was only thoir next nanus gropcu minuiy at ms own, u ien me uoor neignoor, noiamg oy mo uanu a cnna. strong thrill of father-love sweep over Tiim. She spake eagerly,- in a half-confused way, For the moment it swelled his soul, irradiated which they did not notice. his face, flooded his heart, but it did not per- 4 This child came to my house, Judge, but mancntly change or soften his nature. As I hadn't room to keep her, so 1 brought her sho grew toward womanhood, and her bright over here. Will you take her in r. head irlancin": in his path was the fairest 4 Surely, surely. Come here, poor child I sight earth held, her ringing voice the sweet- Who had ever heard J udge Howard's voice est music, he never gratified her whims, nor so gentle ? The little girl seemed somewhat always yielded to her reasonable wishes. reassured by it Sho crept to his knee, and At length love came to her. bhe gave her lifted up her face. Ihe Judge bent over her. heart to ono whose father Judge Howard had Whose were those blue, deep eyes ? Where hated. James lluntly and he had been young had he seen that peculiar shado of hair, tocethcr, and a feud had arisen between them, like tho shell of a ripo chestnut ? Did he which Rufus Howard s stern nature allowed not kno him neither to forget nor forgive, lie had wistful mouth, thedolicato chin ? His hands vet to learn tho lesson, holier than all the shook. w . . i teachings of seers and sages, the lesson our Whose whoso child are you? What is f t l, " l i. T f I Saviour nveu, wrougut, uyu, u1Cu tuteaca, oi your name ?' forciveness even for our enemies-sprayer for Grace' and tho irirl trembled visiblv. those who have despitefully used us and per- Grace Huntlev,' said the neighbor's voice, sccuted us. ins lormer enemy was dead growing somewhat quivering now. 4 Grace now, but not so the judges natc. it had been Huntley. You cannot - help knowing that transmitted, like real estate, to the dead face, Judge. .It is a copy of ono which be- man s heir; ana so no loruaue ms uaugnier to marry him, and sternly bade her chooso lirtween rrcntand lover.' She inherited her ' - - ither's will, and she put her hand in Rich- aid Uuntl Vs und went forth she would not lonsrcd once to the brightest and prettiest girl in Ashdale.' Ihe old man he looked very old now. shaken by the tempest in his strong heart, as the wind shook the trees outside drew the ley huma A : son, he proved, of who any father raEght be proud, and in alter years no Ehadowsjbrooded over the peaccrul dwelling, whci a ijnce more children's feet danced round t!jc hcarth-firc,.rvad children's fancies built castles in the eirr no shadow, un til that list darkness came which should be but the tight before which will rise tho calm inorniu of eternity. I . . LINES, Affection:ftcly inscribed to Bemjamin C. Walker, of JiSfell Go., N. O.fwho died tho 11th Sept. ""from viounds -received at, tho battlo of tShiloh, shot and shell flow thick and fast, And cHuiims boomjng with rage j ou tho battle field How nobly and dauutlossly thou stood at thy poat: Amid the fast flying aud histing shells. Face to lace with tho invaders of our homes. Thou thokzht not of thy danger But for thy country, thy houy), thy fireside, Thou dettrniiued to give thy life. For thy dear sunuy land thou did'st. Ey tho side of thy brother soldiers How lluntly thou faced the foo ; But oh ! .ire the victory was won, A cruel shell from theo foe laid the down ; And whilst thy frienda were buaris Lhoe. from tho' field Tho enemy Bent another deadly shot into thy heel, " O! God arn I to die so young:' i'ar, far away at thy beloved home, Thy widowed mother prayed earnestly and In tears That ti;y life might be pared. And thy devoted and loving wife fondly hoped That thcu woull'gt return with laurels on thy brow. Oh ! wi:a what great grief she saw thee return, WounJvd and with but a short timo to live. By thy death bed did she pray, That taou, the dearest object ok earth, Might be spared to her. But oh ! . Erp thy brow was crownedjwith laurela, Thy noble spirit had gone to a bettor world. To receive a. far purer. crown of laureb, Given thao by thy Saviour, Jesua Christ. Faraway m a strange land, From Lomo, and fiionds, thy loved form liea In the gi-uve, thy resting plac. Karevcn, farewei, my noblo friend. Tby country mouraj thee, thy frio.da deplore the. Ou thy too early grave will I plant Street li.'weis, in remembrance of taec j And oil ahall sweet thoughts , Cluster i-round thy memory. Pd. A Mcts Pjiiexd, ye esteem most things according to their intrinsic worth. Why should men bo an ex ception 1 We prize a horse for his strength, ileetnes:', and endurance, not lor his harness. lut w e-aro too apt to prize a man for his fine house, money and lands, yet these are not the man, only h:,s harness. -" It requires some talent and soma gener osity, to find out talent and generosity in others ; .though nothing but self conceit and malice are needed in order to discover their faults. - - 15. told him not to shoot, that he was a citizen, and did not belong to the army.' But the soldier in place of desisting raised his gun to his face to take sight, and fired, l)r; B. firing at about the same time. i)r. B then went into his house and locked the doors, sending his family up stairs.( His wife insisted ho should go up stairs with .them, which he did soon af ter. In a short timo the soldier who had fired on Dr. Baker broight up a large number of men, who sur rounded the house and commenced firing through tho windows on both sides, demanding that the men in the house should surrender. Mrs. Baker came to . the window and told them there was no man in -tho house but her husband, and if they would cease fi ring he would surrender. They continued firing, and Dr. Baker came to the window Once or twice, and told them there was no mtn in tho house, but him self, and if .they would cease firing he would surren der. But" 4 whenever he presented himself at the window they fired on him, and ho returned the fire "with his pistol. In a few minutes a number of them broke open tho lower door and entered 'the house," and commenced firing through the ceiling into the room where Baker and his family were. They went to the stairway and demanded that the men nuuum lumt uui auu. huutiiuui. iUIb. JjaivCT CamC out and and told them there was no man in the house except Dr. Baker, and ff they would not fire upon him he would como out. They ordered her to go . away from tac door or they would shoot her. Dr. Baker then pulled his wife in the room and threw tho door open. They fired upon him with their guns and he returned the fire with his pistols. The Yan kecs present, having exhausted their ammunition, threw their guns, with fixed bayonets, at him he threw their guns back again at them. A number of Yankee reinforcements then came up with loaded guns and fired a volley at him, inflicting two'mortal wounds. Dr. B. said to his wife, "they have killed, me," and fell; his wife, in endeavoring to support him, fell with him. The Yankees then entered the roomoho of them whom had no bayonet on his gun, jobbed him in the mouth with the muzzle of his gun: another run his bayonet through his check ; others struck him on the head ; one ruffian pushed Mrs. Baker aside from her husband with his bayonet Dr. Baker asked to bo turned on his side, and asked for water. After ho drank, he observed to tho crowd of Yankees around him that they were a a cowardly set of scoundrels so many, of them to assault and murder one man. Two of the Yankees were dangerously, if not mor tally, wounded. They went on to the next house and had their wounds dressed, and safd Dr. Baker was the gamest man they over saw. Dr. Baker was one of tho earliest of our citizens to espouse the cause of the South, and was an ardent secessionist from the beginning. We liave no doubt pome renegade tory from East Tennessee had giveu the Yankees full information about Dr. Baker's senti ments and his activity in tho cause of the South, and that they intended to seize upon some pretenee to murder him. After the cowardly scoundrels had murdered her husband, they commenced robbing his wife of her jewelry, and carried off every thing they could find of value that was easy to be concealed. ft . Ii .