The herald., 1837-04-27

anow don't, won't you wait awhile, the devil may
get you before he wants you.
He cast a look, maniac look on that FORM :" so
fair and yet SO false " and exclamng Othello's oc-
equations gone" he left the room.
Ii would be tedious TO the reader and cause us
vast deal of unnecessary labor to follow The parties
in the Interesting tra for breach of promise suffice
it that it did come on, that hero was decided
against, Notwithstanding the appeals of his eloquent
cosnsel, and that he was obliged 10 pay s2500 and
one shilling costs. This was the most unkndest cut
OF all, and renounclng forever the witching smile
OF woman, he forgot his msfortunes in potent
draughts OF generous Madeira Champagne and
Hook.
Augustus drank deep and often, and he forgot
ms nlsioftunes so did his customers forget 10 call
Business was neglected-his clerks lett him for bet
ter sltuatons-and when his notes became due, there
was no funds 10 meet them His creditors seized
upon his goods, sold them at auction, and pocketed
the proceeds What did our hero care He had
lost his only loves could he with greater mis-
fortune! Yes--that fine! that twenty five hundred
dollars sounded worse TO his ears than the kissing of
a hundred serpens. He looked upon the inhabitants
ofthis world as cold and pitiless soics, whose only
cry was SELF SELF self! He pted such frozen heart
ed mortals, and as these thoughts would fit through
his brain he drank deeper and deeper still.
Years rolled on Gods, what fall was there!-
Standing at a corner with his hat extended for cha
rty was hero. All his former greatness Ii I'd va
Rlshed like dream. His beautiful froclx' was
changed into ragged and varesated pea coat-his
inexpressbes were formed to admit Of free unlimit-
ed circulation Of air-Ais hat was minus crown-and
the slxpence or "ene cent" which was thrown in by
the passing phanthropis generally 'rung il sweet
ness" on the pavement. Our hero heshy, but it
was false flesh, made up Of New England and COM
mon spirits. l looked at him. Alas was that all
which remained of the fashionable and fastdious H.
Augustus Hargrove? Pride, and even dccency had
vanished before that all powerful bane which, like
Shakspeare's jealousy, "makes the food it feeds
upon." Iput sixpence in the extended hand, and
passed on. What train Of melancholy reflections
did cross my mind and inwardly | cursed that
dreadful Toison which IS more to be dreaded than the
onesomcness of the grave, the pang of even death
Itself,
The cords which he'd the existence of our hero to
this frail and heeting world-this world OF dreams
and shadows-were like the webbing of the spider,
weak and fral, and wanted only small gust to sun
der II from the tolls and unkndness of this world 1t
came at last, and such the respect of our corpo
ration for what he had been, that they very humane
ly undertook the task of deposing his remains the
public expense is true that an immense concourse
ct people did not follow him to the public cemetery
Petters ied) but undoubtedly he sleeps as sweet as
II ne was lam beside the form Of his fair but false
Cynthia Smyth.
What became Of that "parason of premature dvi
niy" we shall leave TO be the subject Of future me
NOR. G-v