The Wilmingtonian, and Delaware register., 1824-07-29
NO. 40.

piCdoulS Oy uSt dtldCuUlClitS dllu
was an exile from the paternal roof. But
could the sympathy and kind Offices offriends
have reached spirit so shocked and driven
in by horror, she would have experienced no
want of consolation, for the Irish are people
of quick and generous sensibilities. The
most delicate and Cherishing attentions were
paid hcrby families of wealth and distinction.
She was led into society and they tried by
all kindes of occupation and amusement to
dispate her grief, and wean her from the
tragical story of her loves. But it was all
in vain. There are some strokes of calami-
ty that seattle and scorch-that penetrate
to the vital seat of happiness-and blast it,
never again to put forth bud or blossom. She
never objected to frequent the haunts Of
pleasure; but she was as much alone there,
as in the depths of solitude. She walked a.
bout in a sad revcrie, apparently unconscious
of the world around her. She carried with
her an inward wo that Knocked at all the
Establishments of friendship, and "heeded
notthc song of the charmer, charm he never
so wisely"
The person who told me her story, had
seen her at masquerade. There can be no
exhibition Of far-gone wretchedness more
striking and painful than to meet it in such
scene. To find it wandering like spectre,
lonely and joyless, where all around is gay
to see it dressed out in the trappings of mirth,
and looking SO wan and wo-begone, as if it
had tried i'll vain to cheat the poor heart into
a momcntaiy forgetfulness of sorrow. After
strolling through the splendid rooms and gid
dy crowd with an air of utter abstraction,
she sat herself down on the steps of an or
chcstra, and looking about for some time
with vacant air, that showed her insensi-
bility to the garnished scene, she began, with
the capricousness of sickly heart to war;
Bile a little plaintive air. She had an exquis-
itc voice; but on this occasion it was so SIM
pie, 50 touching-it breathed forth such a
soul of fwretchedness-that she drew a croud,
mute and silent, around her, and melted
every one into tears.
The story of one so true and tender, could
not but excite great interest in a country re-
markablc for enthusiasm. 1t 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 affec-
tionate to the living. She declined his at
tcntions, for her thoughts were irrevocably
engrossed by the memory of her former To-
: yer. He, however, persisted i'll his suit. He
J solicited, not her tenderness, but her esteem.
He was assisted by her conviction of his
, worth, and her sense of her own destitute
, and dependent situation, tor she was exist
ing OH the klndneSS OF lflcnuS. Ill Woro,
, he at length succeeded in gaining her hand,
though with the solemn assurance, that her
heart was nnalterably another's.
He took her with him to Sicily, hoping
that q change of scene might wear out the
, remembrance of early woes. She was an
, amiable and exemplary wife, and made an
, effort to be a happy one but nothing could
cnrc the silent and devcuring melancholy
, that had entered into her very SOUL She
, wasted away in slow but helpless decline,
and at length sunk into the grave, the vicS
: tim of a broken heart.