Herald of the times. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1830-1846, 1833-08-08

scarcely bTcathes II to herself; but when
otherwise, she buries Il in the recesses
of her bosom, and there let's il cover and
brood among the ruins of her peace
With her the desire Of the heart has
failed The great charm Of her exis-
lence is at an end. She neglects all the
cheerful exercises that gladden. the spir-
its, quicken the pulses and ascends the
tide Of life in heaIthful currents through
the veins. Her rest is broken---the
sweet refreshment of sleep is poisoned
by melancholy dreams--"dry sorrow
drinks her blood" until her cnfeebled
frame sinks under the last external as
salant. Look for her little while af-
ter, and you find friendship weeping
over her untimely grave, and wondering
that one, who but lately glowed with all
the radiance of health & beauty, should
now be brought down to darkness and
the worm. You will be told of some win
try chill, some slight indispostion that
laid her low-but no one knows the men
tai malady that previously snapped her
strength and made her an easy prey to
the spoiler.
She is like some tender tree, the pride
and beauty Of the grove: graceful in its
form, bright in its foliage, but with the
worm preying at its core. We find it
suddenly witheriHg, when i, should be
most fresh and luxuriant. We see il
dropping its branches to the earth, and
shedding leaf by leaf, until wasted and
perishcd away, it falls even in the still
ness Of the forest; and as we muse over
the beautiful ruin, we strive in vain to
recollect the blast or thunderbolt that
| could have smitten it with decay.
! have seen many instances of women
running to waste and self neglect, and
disappearing gradually from the earth,
almost as If they had been eXhaled to-
, Heaven; and have repeatedly fancied l
could trace their deaths through the va
rious declensions Of consumption, cold,
debility, languor, melancholy, until ]
reached the first symptoms OF disappoint-
ed love. But an instance of the kind
was lately told me; the circumstances
are well known in the country where
they happened, and shall give them in
the manner they were related.
! Every one must recollect the tragic
story of EMMETT, the Irish Patriot, for it
was too touching to be soon forgotten. -
During the troubles in Iceland, he was
tried, condemned and executed on
charge Of treason. His fate made
deep impression on public sympathy -
lie was SO young. SO '":.c i;igent so brave,
SO every thing thai we are apt 20 like in
a young man. His conduct under trial
too was so lofty and intrepid. The mo-
bic Indignation with which he repe.ied
the charge Of treason against his country
the eloquent vindication of his name
and his pathetic appeal to posterity, in
the hour Of condemnation; all these en-
tered deeply into every generous bosom,
and even his enemies iamented the stern
policy that dictated his execution. II
But there was one heart, whose an
guish it would be in vain to describe. --
In happier days and fairer fortunes, he
had won the affections of a beautiful i
and interesting girl, the daughter of
late celebrated Irish barristcr. She !,
loved him with the disintcrcsted fcrvor Of
a woman's first and only love. When
every worldly maxim arrayed itself a. I
ganst him--when blasted in fortune,
and disgrace and danger darkened a
round his name, she loved him more ar
dently for his sulferings. If then his
fate could awaken even the sympathy Of
his foes, what must have been the an
guish Of her, whose soul was occupied
by his image! Let those tell who have
had the portals Of the tomb suddenly
closed between them and the being most
loved on earth, who have sat at this
threshold, rs one shut out in a cold and
lonely world, from whence all that was
most lovely and loving had parted.
But when the horrors Of such grave,
so frightlul, so dishonored There was
nothing for memory to dwell upon that
soothes the pang of parting--none Of
those tender melancholy circ rcumstances,
that endear tho parting scene; nothing
to melt the sorrow into blessed tears,
sent like the dews of heaven, TO cheer
the heart in the hour of anguish.
To render her widowed situation more
desolate, she had incurred her fathers
displeasure by her unfortunate attach
mcnt, and was an exile from the parental :
roof But could the sympathy and kind
Offices Of friends have reached spirit so !
choked and driven in by horror, she
would have experienced no want Of con-
for the Irish are n people Of
quick and generous sensibilties. The
most delicate and cherishng attentions
were paid her by families Of wealth and
distincti si She was led into society,
and they tried by all kinds Of occupation
and amusement to dissipate her grief,