Iowa news. [volume] (Dubuque, Upper Mississippi Lead Mines, Wisconsin Territory) 1837-1841, 1837-07-15
THE FALSE ONE.
A TALE OF WoMAN's HEART.
"Had l never loved so kindly,
Had l never loved so blindly;


TALE OF woMAN,s HEART.
"Had never loved so kindly,
Had never loved so blindly;
Had we never met parted,
had meier been roken-heartea. BURNS.
was Edith Hasselden, and never until now, upon
a happier one. Her life had been summers morn
ing-all brightness aud joy. Even Love, that ur-
chin of storm and calm, of smiles and tears, had
been productive of nothing but happiness to her.
The scene was charging now; she had to endure
her FIRST trial, her lover was 10 bid her adieu that
evening for some months, as he was about TO pay
long-promised visit an old fiiend of his fathers
in Paris. Edith was pacing the garden, anxious
ly waiting his arrival. She felt unhappy, beyond
what the occasion warranted; she did not fear he
would forget her, she was too true herself TO sus-
pect treachery in him her love was go pure, SO UNI
divided, thing almost holy, that it seemed inn
possible she could have bestowed it on one unwor-
thy. No, il was not doubt of his affection, Or
his constancy, that caused her present uneasiness,
but an underlined presentiment OF future evil.
She did moi kno,o Horace Seaton; there were
few that did. Even those far more conversant with
the world than her, could not deem that beneath
that warm glowing manner, there was hidden
cold, calculating, selfish heart 1t was true, he
loved Edith Hasselden, as much as such heart ey-
er loves; she was young and beautiful, and that
gratifed his pride; she loved him, and that pleas
ed his vanity.
He had kept his appointment with her, and the
moment of parting had arrived. They we're sitting
OH garden bench, both appeared sorrowful, his
arm was round her, and he whispered words oflove,
and hopes of future happiness.
Edith, my own Edith he hod, you have pro-
missed to remember me, and to greet my re,rrm with
pleasure; one more request, and have done. Acc
ccpt this ring, and promise me, as you value my
peace, that no other shall remove it. On my re-
turn, dearest, it shall be replaced by another at the
altar. Will you not promise meg
The blushing girl hesitaled: again that chilling,
vague uneasiness, crcpt her heart but she ba-
nshed it, and placed her hand in his. The large
dark eye of Edith, would have oeen startling at
that moment, with its intensity of ustre, but thai
it was softened into mild beauty, by the tears which
trembled in it. She looked at him with all express
sion, in which love and entire confidence were
blended.
Horace she said, q will do promise, that
this ring shall never be removed, but at the altar
will not ask YOU to remember me, while away,
it would be implying doubt that you would not:
but for me, will think of you, day aud night; l
will hold this spot sacred; will hold communion
with nnne here, hut Him, who now sees us, and
who knows the truth falsehood OF our hearts. 10
Him will pray for your happiness, whatever my
fate may be.
ed the memory of that partingscenc, and the words
ne had uttered; for days afterwards she fancicd
that she could still hear his voice floating round
her-coud still feel the pressure of his hand as ne
passed the ring upon her finger She little thought
that they had parted for ever-that the voice and
hand, would henceforth be dead to her;-tbat she
had wasted her young warm hearts best ana fresh
s.t feelings, OH one who would outrage them; those
feelings, which the heart entertans but once;
which would give empires-worlds, 10 entertain a.
gain!
| He had promised to write to her, and had bro
ken that promise. Edith counted tine hours each
day, until the post was delivered, with wild and
throbbing heart but each day proved him more
| forgetfal. At length, STANCE rumors reached her
Of an approaching marriage, between Horace sea-
ton and Young lady in Paris, of great fortune.
Thov crushed and chilled hcl spirit-and the gay
tho happy Edith, was no more,
| W. will not-,ye cannot describe her feelings,
when first she heard these tidngs; she reatea 'nen
as base calumny! she wrote TO him--her ietter was
unanswered! She accidentally met an acqaint.
ance, who had just returned from france, anu anu.
from him she learnt that il was TOO true. nau
been for some weeks married! She heard II WIN
a calm and composed countenace; pu' "A"''s''
blighted, breaking heart.
The three years had elapsed, ard Editn 1as's',
don stood gazing from her easement upon inc mn
below, while the soft moon shone in unciouaea
loneliness. The next day was her marage-day'
A gentleman, named Fortescue, had seen ana al,
mred her; iove is too strong word. nc admire"
her beauty, was not repulsed by her coldness' an1'
after few months acquaintance, Obtained G 81
careless consent from her, to become his WIFE, one
was strangely altered; longer tho buoyat en-.
lthusiastic girl, with looks and thoughts equa''y
fresh and glowing, she had become the calm, IN
impassioned, dignifed woman. Tears had WASH.
ed every trace Of the from her cheek, ana wna'
with her paleness, and the constant repression q
every feeling on her countenance, she had acqu','
cd the appearance Of ono Of Canavass statues coa,
yet wonderfully beautiful. -.
| She stood sometime at her easement ID ae1p
thought: at length she murmured, ~ must Dc :,
and turning from the window seated herself az
desk, from whence she removed small PACKER =
letters. She trembled violently as che rose ano
walked towards FIRE at tho end ofthe room one
held them over the fame for All instant, and IN inc
next they were burning. $3.50,
So perish all remembrance ofhim,' she said. :
Again she walked towards the window, ana too1
from her bosom miniature; she appeared cohse''
ling courage to destroy that also A pang sao. o
ver hsr heart and brow as she gazed upon the PIC,
lture. She pressed il conyusivey to her Ips; ane
h;A. 1Aa,s Il, ante Of her desperate elfcft 70 &c