Winchester gazette. [volume] (Winchester, Va.) 18??-1826, 1824-12-17

IS such a being-the charms that are diff
,used through the whole universe seemed
gathered together in her.
When the sun is going down in the west,
:. leaves behind him track of bright
Eight, but it is insipid when compared to
the light of her eye. The fragrance of
the rose was not SO delicious as the
warmth of her breath-music could wake
no melody like the thrilling tones of her
voice. Her motion was more graceful
than the heave of the sea, or the change
Of the cloud, and the magic of mind,
cleaning ,hro' all her words, and looks,
and actions, shed around her charm
more grateful than Arabian incense.
No wonder my hero bowed down be-
fore her; no wonder that the sound of
her voice was always in his ear, that her
image was before him in his daily occupa-
lions, and bore part in the mysterious
changes of his dream. There was no af-
fectation in her nature, and she confessed
she loved him--they seemed created for
each other-and who would have believed
that fnte-but am DEPRESSING.
There is something very melancholy in
the reflection that any woman can die !;
but to him that she should perish was the
very agony of despair. He had left her
for few DAYS, intending when he return
ed to have asked her hand.-On the morn
ing of his return, he sprang into the stage
coach, in most delicious reverie. He
held M discourse with his fellow passen-
gers. but wrapped himself up in a rich
dream of anticipation. His heart was
full of happiness. He thought himself, as
he entered his house, too happy for a NOR
tai man. He was preparing to pay her
the first visit, and dwelling in his mind on
her pleasing welcome, when her brother
came to see him--he did not observe any
thing peculiar about him al first, and not
till the warm, affectionate shake of the
hand was over, did he notice that his
eyes were filled with tears, and dismal,
gloomy, black Grape hung from his hat.
He started, and in a hollow voice, that
had a desolate dreariness in every tone,
he said"
" Elizabeth is deadi"
AT first he was not comprehended.-
A vacant, horrid laugh, that echoed
strangely through the still room, was his
only answer-then he repeated the words,
and the features of my friend became pale
and motionless, as marble-then he sat
down in chair, and covered his face with
| his hands, but not word-a breath
broke the silence.-There was something
alarming in his calmness il seemed like
the silence of the heavy black cloud Just
before it launches its destructive lightning
from its bosom. He beckoned, and wish
ed to be alone. He icaS left in solitude
| would not profane the subject by any
attempt AT describing his feelings.-There
was dark, horrible confusion in his mind
like some accused dream glaring around
him, and the night rolled away its long
hours of sleepless agony.
| The next day was the funeral and
when the sun rose in hi, same glory, and
all the ''pomp and circumstance" of day
began to beam upon the face of nature.
and the merry voice of men sometimes
came upon the breeze, and the carts RAT
tied rudely along, and all around was bust
ness, and adventure, unaffected by the
great event that had come like an ocean
of scorching fire upon the paradise of his
heart-he recollected, and he said, :: to-
| day is her funeral--hfr funeral ~ His be
numbed mind dwelt upon the words, but
! here was something underlined, and almost
incomprehensibe in them. She was to
be buried at five in the afternoon. The
clock struck four-he put on his hat and
went steadily to her house. He thought
twenty times he heard her sweetly toned,
laughing voice, as he passed along. He
turned his head once or twice to see if she
was not at his shoulder, but there was no.
thing, and he walked on. He saw the
house, and his eye sought every window
but Elizabeth was not there He rang
the bell-the servant came, weeping-he
looked at him and walked on--he passed
into the parlor-the chair which she had
occupied, when he was there before was
standing in the very same place-and
there was her piano-he almost thought
he heard music-he listened, sob from
| the next room came like ice upon his
heart, and he sat down. Her mother
came into the room---her face was serene
IN grief, but the first burst was over, and
she was comparatively calm. She asked
him If he would look a the corpse. He
fne'o she was dead, but the blunt question
Sh9ok every nerve in his frame and SEEM
ed to breathe death upon his soul. He
arose and followed the bereaved mother
There was the air of death in tive apart
ment; and vanished coffin was on the
table, white cloth flung carefully at the
head "A few friends cot and ,rart ~, .;