The herald., 1837-04-28
Belvfdera I'm New York.
: Truth IS st-ange-stranger Than fiction

Belvidera I'm New York.
" Truth is st-ange-stringer than fiction
This hacknied aphorism Of Byrons is confirmed, by
the almost daily occurrences which take place, IN
common life around us; and were the feelings OF inc
actors in these every day scenes analysed and KNOWN
they would furnish prolific subject for the novel writer
and the dramatist.
We were led into these reflections by an event
which happened to the other day IN sne OF our
morning walks.
Passing along one of the most fashionable streets,
in the upper part of the city, attention wasat'racea
10 an auction, going on in of the noble LOOKING
mansions, which there abound. Thesuperlor elegance
of thing about the house, excited our edrosiy
and, ascending the marble steps, we passed mrough
the open door into the hall.
Piles of magnificent furniture were visible on every
side rch carpets polished tables, and sideboards,
and elegant chairs, were heapea IN who cohusoh
around.
There is always something melancholy 10 the dis-
order attending sale of this description; this violent
invasion of the sanctuary of the Penates IS painful
even in ordinary cases; but here IT IS evident that
misfortune, and not capnce, was the cause OF the
confusion
The agents of the knight of the ham mmer were scat
tered through the rooms, watching, with lynxeyed
vigilance, the disposal OF the articles.
Hare stood villlin with horrd face
We beg the respectable gentleman pardon, who
had charge of this departments but when We learned
the story Of the unfortunate master OF the manson,
we were nvolunarily reminded OF the quotation.
Two months ago, Mr. - introduced to this abode
of elegance and ease, fair and blooming bride. All
that could embesh and sweeten the cup OF life, was
here assembled Tor her acceptance Wealth 10 gratiy
every wish of her heart and taste to direct the dis
pOsal of that wealth. seemed 10 be the lot OF the beau
tiful Bevidera.
Surely there can be state OF existence, better de-
serving the epithe of Paradise, than that Of young,
handsome and mutually attached couple passing the
honeymoon under such auspices. And yet the second
moon Of that bcatlfc period, had scarce yet filled
her horns," when rhls bright prospect like the shift
ing scene of some German Moio-C DANA, was changed
to one of misery and want, and woe!
One morning. about two weeks back, after parting
with reluctance from his lovely wife, the happy
bridegroom proceeded with light heart to his usual
business in Wall street.
As we stood in one Of splendid, but lsman,lsd
saloons, pictured to ourselves the parting of the
married lovers on that eventful morn.
Breakfast that most exhl!araling OF meals, IS Just
concluded, numberlcss elegant trfies delightng the
eye are scattered around the bright fire blazes on
the hearth, but its presence more conducive to
cheerfuness than necessary for heat and TO temper
its effects, the French easement window 10 partly
thrown open admitting the soft spring breeze bear
ing on It's wings the perfume OF the flowers IN the bal
cony. The "IIerald," whose racy columns have won
many smile from her ruby lips has just been laid
down, and with glance more eloquent .han words
and lingering grasp of her little soft white nng
laden fingers, the happy young merchant tears him.
self away.
He had not been an hour in Wall stree; before he
knew himself 10 be ruined man absolutely beg
gar The suddenness of the blow, had for time
stunning effect upon his faculties but still amid the
chaos Of his thoughts idea was ever recurring to
him. my wife, my wfe! How could ne break 10
her the dreadful news, which was to dash from her
lips the cup Of JOY and happiness and consgn her to
ndigencc and want and worse than all to the pity of
the heartless crowd. He could not do H. But he
must meet her atdinneF there was avoiding that.
He prolonged tie dreaded interview ill the latest rao-
ment and then with q countenance schooled into
calmness and heart almost bursting with despair he
beat his steps towards homc-home that wosld soon
L. t~l ~ -
self 10 enjoy one more happy day, and then-who
can tell the dark and desperate thoughts, suggestions
of the busy meddng fend" which rush on the
mind at such a moment But he knew not, noze can
know the depth and strength of woman's, Of a
spife's affection, until it has has been tried When
ne entered hs doomed roof, with brain almost mad
dened by painful efforts at discrimination, he was met
on the threshold by her, the object Of all his solic
Dearest -" taking his hand and pressing it to
her lips, know ALL be cemforted, eli may yet bo
well /" What relief! what revulsion in bis feel
ngs did that short speech create weight was Ia
ken frem his mind 10 which even the heavy loss of
fortune seemed light. To meet with comfort where
he despared of being able TO administer IL cncsurogc
mont from source whence he expected pnings, mot
reproaches
"".oh v man 10 the hour Of ease,
Uncertain coy, and hard 10 please
snI.,eaSs paa ~ Angel sos s'ns ''' o'0"
The sudden reaction produced feeling alnoos, of
berriment in his mood. He felt inclined 10 exclam
with Jafher,
~ thank the Gods,
IN not worth ducat,
Yet siil I am In love; and pleased with ruin"
This was the tale to which we listened in the de-
serted halls OF departed gaiety amid the din and
chatter of the thoughtless crowd, drawn together
hike vu,ures the Of ruin tossing about with
roagh and careless hands, the delicate ornaments of
the boudoir Even the sacred nuptial couch,
The very be which wtsessed iasir chastejoys,
was made the subject of coarse ests, and vulgar wit
ticisms. And by what malign influence, was this
sad reverse Effected What evil genius OF the magic
lamp had changed these beautiful bright blossoms of
love and happiness to the black and bitter ashes of
bankruptcy and ruin 2 The mad spirit of specula |
ton. This was but one example Of the thousand VIC
TINS that have been and are to be sacrificed at its
unholy shrine.
A SauATT ER's HuT, near Oregon city, III. !
March 20 1897.
MypsAR Ma BESNErT--A traveller came along here |
Yesterday and stopped with us for the night to see #
ne could find squat in our neighborhood. As usual
asked for the news-when nc took little parcel oat