Literary cadet, and Saturday evening bulletin. [volume] (Providence, R.I.) 1826-1827, 1826-12-09
mistress Of British officer, Major in the

mistress Of British officer, Major in the
East India Company's service, In the year
1880. During ten years severe service,
in this inclement region, she accompanied
him in every campaign, faithful IN every
disti ess incident to a military life in India.
Though not connected in the solemn rites
Of marriage, he was true to the being
whom he protected. In health and sick
ness she was the devoted partner Of his
joys and sorrows, giving Joy and pleasure
to him in the hours Of festivity and love.
Thus, the faithful partner to his tolls,
death awakened her bosom to a loss she
could never forget, or sufficiently deplore.
We now behold this interesting HIndoO
performing the last Offices Of mourning
friendship
The hero has departed and with him
fled her joys, her felicity and hopes He
was buled not far from Rajamahl, amid
some very lofty palm trees. 1t is now
near three years since she has officiated as
the mourning priestess in the solitary
groves of Rajamah Her bosom still beats
with the tumuts of melancholy love. Still
he lives in her memory, which, faithful to
its trust, recalls him from the tomb.
Unweared in the pious charge, she dai-
ly decks the turf with flowers, gathered
from the surrounding vallies. No worldly
care steals to her bosom to fright the inn
age of her departed lover. No parent, no
child interrupts the unavailing sighs which
echo through the wood.
AT the rising of the sun, she performs
her daily oferings--caIling the splendid
luminary of the world, to witness the sane
tity and sincerity of her nviolatc regard.
Solitary and inconsolable, she seems Who'll
ly absorbed in the delicate remembrance of
the tenderness and virtue of the deceased
Morning and evening we find her oflicious
in the same sacred dities---we behold her
"Lke patience on a monument, smiling at gref.'
Nothing in the Roman ages of gaantry
and love, can surpass the devotion Of his
artless and romantic Hindoo. Phedra in
love with Hypoiitus---Cleopatra with the
asp upon her arm, expiring in ocstacy for
Antony---a Capulet, with poison to her lips,
in comparison with the. dignilied sympathy
and iervd passion of this Juliet of the
East.
Remote from the society Of her kindred,
1t is an inquiry, who belriended the mourn
ing IdOlatOr how did she subsist what
sheltered her from the rude tempcsts Of that
torrid CLINE ?
10 the humanity of the Brahmins of
Muxabadad and Raamahl, she was lndebt-
ed or the few simples which nursed her,
amid her safferings and her secluson
Rice was her food, "the crystal spring her
drInk--her food the strangers aims. l
went to see her and my heart was touched
with pity" A small cottage thatched
with the leaves Of the palm tree, was the
nightly retreat Of this widow Of grief. She
had, In consequence Of her affection for
this christian, forfeited her standing among
the members of her religion. By the dis
cIplne of the idolatrous sect, among whom
she received her birth and education, con-
nexlon with christian, condemned her
t." contempt and Disgrace. She made the
sacrifice---al for love. In the chaste en-
braces of that holy flame, she forgot her
gods, her temples, her religion, an her
country. In imitation of the heroine ofthe
Paraciete, she exclaimed, course on all
laws but those which love has made " Such
constancy and veneration for the relics OF
British officer, drew the attention Of every
traveller who visited the upper provinces Of
Bengal. Celebrated for her picty and pa
tlence, she was an object Of universal Gu
rloslty. In particular manner she excl
ted the attention of the British officers who
we witnesses of the devotion of the beau
tltul apostate Hindoo. The adverse fort
une, and indicate wrongs of Abelard and
Elolsa, have long since been celebrated in
British verse. The inspired Sapphic notes
OF Pope have raised monument to the
constancy of Eloisa, more lasting than the
marble of the Paraclete. But the Eloisa
OF kaJamahl. forgotten, by the world for
got, is left amid her sorrows and her grief,
unnoticed by the bard, and unimmortalized
in verse. The soul of this fond and doat-
ing Indian, seemed wholly absorbed in the
memory of the heroism and love of the de-
ceased
Lost to this world, she seemed a captive,
extending her hopes and xpectations to-
wards another, happier cline, where
WISH meets wish, in blessing to be blessed,