The Virginian. [volume] (Lynchburg [Va.]) 1822-1829, 1822-09-13

Bun there was one heart, whose anguish
no tongue nor pen can describe. In hap-
pier days and fairer fortunes, he had won
slic ailet tions of beautiful aud interesting
girl, the daughter OF late celebrated Irish
barrisier. She loved him with the disin-
| tcresied ierYoT OF a woman's first and ear Y
love. When every worldly maxim arrayed
itself against him when blasted in fortune,
and disgrace aud danger darkencd around
his name, she loved him the more ardcnlly
for his very sullerings. If, then, his fate
could awaken the sympathy even of his
foes, what must have been the agony ot
her whose whole soul was occupied by his
image Let those tell who have had the
portals Of the tomb suddenly closed between
thcmi& the being they most loved on earth,
who have sat at IFS threshold, MS one shut
out in n cold and lonely world, from whence
all that was most lovely and loving had de-
parted.
But then the horrors of such grave
so irlghtiIll, 50 dishonored There was
nothing for memory to dwell on that could
soothe the pangs of sepuraIione.-non Of
those tender, those melancholy circum-
nothing Ia melt sorrow into those blessed
tears, sent like the dews Of heaven to re-
yiyc the heart in the parchmg hour of am
gu,sh.
To render her widowed situation more
desolatc, she had incurred her fathers dis
pleasure by her unfortunate attaehmani,
and was an exile from the paternal rool.
iiut could the sympathy and Kind officers
Of friends have reached u spirit 50 shocked
and driven in by horror, she would have
experienced no want of consolation, for the
Irish are a people OF quick and generous
sensihllities. The most delicate and cheer
ing attentions were paid her by families of
wealth and distinction. She was led into
society, and they tried by all kinds of oeeu-
patton and amusement to dissipate her grief
and wean her from the tragical story OF her
lover. Bd il was all in vain. There are
some strokes OF calamity that seattle and
scoreh the soul--iliat penetrate 10 the vital
seat of happiness & blast il, never again 10
put forth bud or blossom. She never object
ed 10 frequent the haunts of pleasure but
she was ~ much alone there az in the depths
of solitude. She walked about in u sad re-
vcric, appeared unconscious of the world
around her. She carried with her an in
| ward wo that Knocked at all the blandish-
meuts Of friendship, and needed not the
song OF the charmer, charm he ever so wise
| ly"
The person who told me her story had
seen her ut a masquerade. There can be
no exhibition of tar-gOne wretelicduess more
striking and painful than 10 meet il in such
scene.--1o find il wandering like a spec
ire, lonely and yless, where all around is
gay--lo see il dressed on in the irappings
of mirth, and looking so wan Il wo-bcgone,
as if ii had tried in vain 10 cheat the poor
heart into n momentary forgetinlncss oi
sorrow After stroIng through the spen-
did rooms and giddy crowd with IN air oil
utter abstraction, she sat herself down on
the steps OF an orchestra, aud looking for
soma time with a vacant mir, thai showed
her insensihity to the garnish scene, she
began, with the caprclousness Of slckly
heart, to waI'blc n little plaintive air; She
had an exquisite voice but on this occa-
sion il was 50 simple, 80 touehing--il
brcathed forth such a soul OF wretehcdncss
that she drew a crowd, mute and 81
lent, around hex, and melted every ONE into
tears.
The story of one so true and tender
could not but excite great interest IN n
country remarkable for enthusiasm. II
completely won the heart of brave officer
who paid his addresses to her, and thought
that one so true to the dead, could not but
prove dIectionaie to the living. She de-
clined his attention, for her thoughts were
irruyocably cngross"d by the memory %
her former lover. lie, however, persisted
ia his suit lie solicited not her tenderness
but her esteem. He was assisted by heI
, convictions Of his worth, aud her sense oi
her own destitute and dependent situation
! for she was existing ON the kindness OF hcl
! friends. Ina word, he at length succeed
ed IN gaining her hand, though with the
solemn assurance, that her heart was nnal-
terably anothcr's.
He took her with him 10 Sicily, hoping
that Il change of scene might wear out tn,
remembrance OF early woes. She was az
amlable and exemplary wife, and made M
eifsrt TO be a happy one but nothing coulc
cure the silent aud dcvouring nelancho,
that had entered into her very soul Sh,
wasted away in a slow ,but hopeless decline
and AT length sunk into the grave, the vic.
| tim OF a broken heart.
II was on her that Moore, the Irish poet
composed the following lines:
She is far from the laud where her young he
70 sleeps,
Aud lovers around her are sighipg;
But coldy she tnrns from their gaze, AM
Wcrps,
For her heart in his grave IS lying.
She sings the wildsong finer dear native plains
| Every note which she lov'd awakened
Aud little they think, who delight 10 he
| strains,
/ How tic heart Of the minstrel IS breaking