The Virginian. [volume] (Lynchburg [Va.]) 1822-1829, 1826-06-19
From HE Bastnn Patriot.
TIE FEMALE MANIAC.
list TO IN Insane Hospiiai.
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1911 ~ "h ARSdbe HoSptats
AN EXTRACT.
Separated from the rest stood one
whose appearance had something of
a superior dignity. Her face, though
pale and wasted, was less equalId
than those of the others, and show
ed "A detection of that decent kind
which moves our pity unmiXed with
horror ;upon her, therefore, the
eyes OF all we're Immediately turned.
The keeper. who accompanied the
vlsitants. observed il. This. (said
he.jis a young lady, who was born
To ride IN a coach and six.-rShc was
beloved, if the story | have heard
be true, by young gentleman, her
equal III society, but by no means her
match in tor,une. Her father would
nat hear nl thcirmarriagc, 4. threat
ened tn turn her but OF doors IL she
ever saw him again. Upon this
the young gentleman took a voyage
10 the West Indies, in hopes of bet
trring llls fortune and obtaining his
mistress but he was scarce landed,
when he was seized with one Of the
fcVcfs common in those islands, and
died III few days, Iamented by nv-
cry one that knew him. This news
soon reached the young lady, who
was at the same time pressed by
her father, tn marry a rich miScrly
fellow, who Was old enough To he
her grandfather. The death Of her
lover had no effect upon her sordid
parent g: he was only the more earn
est for her marriage with the man
he had provided for her; aud what
between Ter despair at the death Of
onc, aud her aversion TO the other,
the poor young lady VAS reduced
to the condition you sre her in.
But God would not prosper cruelty !;
her fathers affairs soon after went
to wreck, AID he died almost beg
gar
Though this story was told in very
plain language. IL had particularly
attracted Iiarlry's notice he bad
given it the Tribute or some tears.
The unfortunate young lady had
lIlnow seemed entrau ed in thought
with her eyes fixed on Ii1ilc gar
net ring she wore On her finger she
tarncd them now upon Barley.
My Billy Is 40 more (said shc) do
you weep Ior my Billy Blessings
on your tears ! would weep tor.
bat thy brain is dry aud 1t b0rns,
it burns : She drew nearer to Har-
Icy BE comlorted, young lady,
(said he your Billy is in Heaven
Is he indeed and shall we meet
again and shall that frightiaI man
pointing TO the keeper not he
there Alas am grown naugh-
~ Of late ; have almost forgotten
to think of Heaven ; yet pray,
sometimes | sing YOU shalt hear
me, hush
LShi he the earth on Billy, breast,
And sretn The sod that wraps his grave
There wds pIaintlIe Wiidness in
tie air not to be withstaod : and cX-
ccpt the keepers. there was not an
uamoisteued eye around her.
Do you weep again ? said she,
:. | would not have you weep; you
are like my Billy, You are, believe
me just 81 he looked when he gave
me this ring poor Billy twas the
asst time that ever VIC met =
| Twas when the seas ~erc roar-
ing-l love you for resembling my
Billy bnt | shall never love any
man like him She stretched out
her hand TO Harley ; he pressed it
between both and bathcd it with
tears. Nay, that is BiIly's ring.
said She, you cannot have it indeed /;
but here is another, look here. which
plaitedto-day of aome gold thread