The Columbia Democrat. [volume] (Bloomsburg, Pa.) 1837-1850, 1837-09-09

teu, ana forgotten! shall the last oil my
proud and ancient line be thrown aside by
him who once thought, lived, and breathed
but in my presence; and all this for an ac-
quaintance of an hour. No, Ralph, have
fed upon his bounty like dog, and oflate,
his very brute has had more smiles and kind
looks than the neglected and despised Eu-
gene. But have passed the bound of mai
den honor-from shame and an insulted
spirit there is no retreat There yetremains
revenge! Revenge, such as woman's heart
can only dream! My kind Ralph, you have
been faithful to me--be silent yet, and
leave
Another food of scalding tears burst from
her wild and flashing eyes, and she bent
her aching head upon the couch in silent
agony.
Bright and joyous was the festal On the
night destined fo1 the marriage of Lord
Arthur b and the lovely Miss II
-. Her fathers's mansion was filled
with fair ladies and gay officers of the king,
and the bright lamp shone Ger bright wo-
men and brave men, Sweet music filled
the hall, and proud figures, clad in scarlet
and gold, blended with those of virgin
whiteness, fitted through the mazy figures
of the giddy dance. All present appeared
joyful and light-hearted, save one. In the
deep recess Of window stood a pale boy.
An unnatural brightness beamed from his
dark eyes, and he seemed not to note the
gaiety before him. The gushing m elody
that hoated through the brilliant apartment,
and the ringing laugh of youth, fell not in
gladness on his ear. There was no room
for the joys within the bursting heart of that
lone boy.
The hour for the ceremony drew near,
but where are the happy beings for whom
this festive circle is gathered? In seclu-
ded arbor Of the garden sat youthful cou-
pie, conversing in a low and confidential
tone; and how many blissful dreams of the
future, and what high and happy hopes
urged their delusive visions on the minds of
that young pair. They are waited for at
the altar. The aged father of the young
bride approaches the pale Engene. Tell
thy master that the hour is at hand. The
boy started like one awakened from dream
-he looked around with wild amazement,
then answered in voice of hoarse, un-
earthly tone, Il will
The agony expressed in those brief
words rang strangely on the happy group
around. The boy had vanished.
Suddenly shrek rang through the
mansion that blanchcd the blood from many
lovely cheek: All rushed to the arbor.
The young nobleman lay stretched upon
the earth-sthe life's blood gushed from his
heart, tinged with yet deeper shade than
his crimson. attire. Sinking by his side
was the slight figure of youth; his open
garment revealing the white bosom of a fe-
male, with the undrawn dagger yet flashing
within its family throbbing heart. With
the last exertion of flleeting life, she exclaim-
ed, This is my Revenge? This the
fearful price ofa blighted name, Of woman's
wrongs!'
The bodies of these victims of broken
truth were borne to their far distant land.
The fair Emma H---has long since
been laid in the family vault of ancient
'Copp's.' All has since changed, save the
certainty that mankind are prone to false
hood, and that vows, like bubbles, are as
easily broken as made.