Wilmington expositor. (Wilmington, Del.) 1831-18??, 1831-09-09

bitter condemnation, IT IS that OF trIin6 Will ~
the inestimable gift Of woman's affection Inc
female heart may be compared to delicate
harn--over which the breathings of early al St
Fsctioo wander. until each tender chord is h
awakened in tones of inefable sweetness. I'LL
is the music of the soul which is thus called b
forth-a music sweeter than the fall OF foun- Il
tains, or the song Of Hour in the Moslem' 4
paradise. But wo for the delicate fashioninglli
of that harp if change pass over the love d
which first called forth its hidden harmonies Ia
Let neglect and cold unkindness sweep overlf
its delicate strings, and they will break, one II
after another-slowly perhaps but surely,ll
tJnyisited and unrequited by the light at love,
the soul-lke melody will be hushed in the
stricken bosom--like the mysterious harmony
of the Egyptian statute. before the coming Of
the sunrise.
have been wandering among the graves
the lonely solemn graves. love at times to
do SO. / feel melancholy not unalied to
pleasure, in communing with the resting place
of those who have gone before me--to go
forth alone among the thronged COMMISSIONERS,
rising from every grassy undulation like ghost
" sentinals of the departed. And when l
kneel above the narrow mansion of one whom
| have known and loved in life, | feel a strange
assurance that the spirit of the sleeper is near
me--a viewless and ministering angel. 1t Isl
beautiful philosophy, which has found it's
way unsought for and mysterously into the
silence of my heart--and if it be only dream,
the unreal imagery of fancy-I pray God, that
may never awake from the beautiful deusion.
have been this evening by the grave of
Emily. 1t has plain white tombstone, half
hidden by flowers, and you may read its
mournful epitaph in the clear moonlight, which
falls upon it like the smile of an angel, through
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was beautiful girl-the farest of our village
maids. / think see her now. as she looked
when the loved one--the idol of her affections,
was near her, with his smile of conscious tri.
umph and eXulting love. She had then seer
but eighteen summers, and her whole being
seemed woven in the dream of her first pas
sion. The object of her love was PROUD
and wayward being--whose naughty spir
never relaxed from its habtual sternness, save
when he found himself in the presence of tn,
young and beautiful creature, who had trusted
her all on the venture of her vow,' and who
loved him with the confding earnestness of {
pure and devoted heart. Nature had deprived
him of the advantages of outward grace anG
beauty; and it was the abiding consciousness
CT this, which gave to his intercourse with so.
.iety character of pride and stenness. He
felt himself in some degree removed from his
fellow men by the partial fashioning of nature;
and he scorned to seek nearer affinity. His
mind was of an exalted bearing, and prodigal
of beauty. The flowers Of poetry were in his
imagination, perpetual blossoming and it
was to his intellectual beauty Emily knelt
down-bearing to the alter OF her idol, the fair
flowers of her affection-even as the dark-eyed
daughters of the ancient Gheber spread out
their offerings from the gardens of the east,
upon the alter Of the sun.
There is surprising strength in love like
that of Emily's--it has nothing gross, nor low,
nor earthly, in its yawnings-it has its source
in the deeper fountains of the human heart
and is such as the redeemed and sanctified
from earth might feel for one another in the
far land of spirits. Alas that such love
should be unrequited--or turned back in cold
ness upon the crushed heart of its giver!
They parted-Emily and her loyer-but
not before they had vowed eternal consistency
to ecah other. The one retired to the quiet
OF her home--to dream over again the scenes
OF her early passion-to count with untirinp
eagerness the hours of separation-and to wcep
over the long interval of hope deferrcd.' The
Other went out with strong heart to minrlt
with the world-girded with pride and i'm
PEELED forward by ambition. He found tn,
world cold, and callous. and selfish, and hi
own spirit inseusaby took the hue Of thos
around hin. He shut his eyes upon the pas
it was too pure and mildly beautiful for III
sterner gaze Of manhood. He forgot the mas
sion of his boyhood-all beautiful and holy a
it was-he turned not back to the Young am
lovely and devoted girl, who had poured GU
to him in con6ding earnestness Of woman
confidence, the wealth of her affection. II
came not back to fulfill the vow which he ha,
plighted.
Slowly and painfully the knowledge of he
lovers iuhuclItV came over the sApeit;,,a L.,
of Emily. She sought for time to shut O,
the horrible suspicion from her mind-sh
half doubted the evidence of her own senses
she could not believe that he was trator--fe
her memory had treasured every token of h
affection-everY impassioned word and euer