Liberty advocate. [volume] (Liberty, Miss.) 1835-1866, 1837-11-21

ously Slapped her strength and made her
so 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 sud-
denly whitening, when it should be most
fresh and luxurient. We see it dropping
| its branches to the earth and shedding
leaf by leaf until wasted and persisted
away, it falls even in the stiffness a
forest, and as we muse over the beautiN
ruin, we strive in vain to recollect the blasN
of the thunderbolt that could have smitten
| it with decay.
have seen many instances OF women
running to waste and self neglect and dis
appearing gradually from the earth al
most as if they had been exhaled to hea-
ven; and have frequently fancied | could
trace their death through the various de-
clensions of consumption, cold debility,
langor, melancholy, until | reach the first
symptom of disappointed love. But an
instance of this kind is lately told me; the
circumstances are we'll known in the coun-
try where they happened, and shall give
them in the manner they were related.
Every one must recollect the tragical
story of Emmett the Irish Patriot, for 1t
was too touching to be soon forgotten.-
During the troubles in charge of treason.
His fate made deep impression on public
sympathy. He was so young, brave to
every thing that we are apt to like IN
Young man. His conduct under the trial
to it was so lofty and intrepid. The no.
BILE indignation with which he repealed the
charge against his countryside eloquent
yindication of his name-and his pathetic
appeaI to posterity, in the hour of condem-
nation-all these entered deeply into eve-
nv generous bosom, and his enemies la
mented the stern policy that dictated his
execution.
But there was one heart whose anguish
it would be in vain to attempt to describe
In happier DAYS and fairer fortunes he
had won the affections of beautiful and
interesting girl, the daughter ola celebsa-
ted Irish barrister.
She loved him with the disinterestod fer
vor of woman's first 4. only love.-When
every worldly maxim arrayed itself a
gainst him-when blasted in fortune, and
disgrace and danger darkened around his
name. she loved him more ardently tor
his sufferings. If then his fate could ava
ken even the sympathy of his foes, what
must be the anguish of her whole soul.
which was occupied bv his image! Let
those tell who have had the portals otthe
tomb suddenly closed between them and
the being most loved on earth, who have
sat at the Threshold as one shut out in
cold and lonely world from whence all
that was almost lovely and loving had par
ted.
But the horrors of such grave--so
frightful, so dishonoured! There was no
thing for memory to dwell upon, that
could sooth the parting-none of those
tender, though melancholy circumstances,
that ldear the parting scene--nothlng to
melt the sorrow into blessed tears, sent
like the dews of heaven to revive the
heart in the hour Of anguish.
To render her widowed situation more
desolate, she had incurred her fathers dis
Measure by her unfortunate attachment,
and was an exile from the parental root
But could the sympathy and kind OIL
fees of friends have reached spirit so
riyen by horror it would have experienced
no want of consolation, for the Irish are a
peope of quick and generous sensibllltles'
/; The most delicate & cherishlng attentions
were paid to her by the families of wea lth
and distinction. She was led into societ y
and they tried by all kinds of occupatl on 5
and amusements to dissi pate her grief,
and wean her from the traglcal story oil
her lover But it was in vain lhere
are some strokes of calamity that scathe
and scorch the soul-that penetrate the
, vital seat of happiness, and blast 1t never
again to put forth the bud or blossom :
She never objected to visit the haunts OF
pleasure, but, she was as much alone there
as in the depths of solitude. She walked
about in sad reverie, apparently uncol-
scious Of the world around her. She car
ried with her an inward wo that Knocked al
the Establishments of friendship, and need
; ed not the song of the charmer' charm
, her ever so wisely. ,.1
The person who told me her story had
seen her at masquerade. There can DC
no exhibition of far gone wretchedness
more striking and painful, than to meet !.
in such scene. To find it wandering
like spectre lonely and joyless,, where r.
all around is gay--to see it dressed out IN
the trappings of mirth, and looking so wan
, and wobegone, as if it had tried IN VAN u
cheat the poor heart into momen,ary
forgetfuness of sorrow. After strolllng
through the splendid and giddy crowc
with an air of abstraction she sat herse'
/ down on the orchestra and looking aoou,
some time with vacant air that showed
hor ;nsens;hlity TO the scene, she begaf