The Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1837-1867, 1838-03-27

gone.
Henry wept not, his soul seemed darkened to
stone he placed The bnbe in his mothers arms,
and it was strange pleasure to lay that little
hand on her bosom, and Irvine their cold hands
together. Night came, his attendants left him a.
lone; the breeze that swept through the open doors
waved The white garment of The dead. Henry
starred Il burst OF woe, nelness most drear
and dreadful came over him; he wrung his hands,
he traversed the floor with groans Of unutterable
despair, he bent over those pale forms with
clenched hands What was life, what was duty
to him He must trend the world alone the
silence was indispensable. He shouted aloud -
Isabel Isabel! speak. Speak, my boy, utter
n sound, one human cry. Oh, death dealhp
| The wretched man threw himself OH the floor,
and wept aloud From tears followed prayers.
( The spirit Of God decended, and wrapped him
in his folding wings, and he grew calm
Morning came; he tranquil He laid his
beloved at the foot Of the garden beneath the tree
she loved, the baby in her arms, and left her
there but when evening drew nigh, and the
night odors breuthed abroad, he sought the spot.
1t was a terrible Joy to be there, he laid his face
to the sod, and listened as if her voice ght an
swer, and the hreahnGs of her heart respond
to his own. lie struggled for prayer, but his
lips were parched, and The words died away.
He felt rs if an awful temptation were OH him,
as if God had forsaken him ; he lay gaspng for
breath dim and dreary shadows fitted about
him. waiIings as of new born infants passed
through the air, mingled with grugling death
means he touched cold forms and they clasped
him with chill Gatherings. He was found in
the morning in high deIirium.
THE CONFLICT.
Henry recovered, and returned TO his duties, but
deep cloud of sadness invested his soul; ioneli-
of desert was around him; there was light,
but no warmth in his existence AS he sat one eve
ming in his desolate abode, keen rush of memory
like sudden winds came by him, and he fancied he
heard a voice saving .Be not alone, send for Ellen,
harb Ila Ad. hn he a.
way like a guilty thing 1t came again and again;
it chung him in the midst of duty, IN silence, in
prayer; the winds whispered II; It rose In Dreams
He ceased to visit the grave of Isabel, young How-
ers were spriagng there and he knew it not. I'm
ulse ripcned to resolution. He wrote TO Ellen, he
told her OF her friends diving request; he made bare
| the sorrows and wants Of his bereaved heart and
| he asked if she would be the miniserng angel 10
! heal its wounds lie promised to cherish and love
! her, and though n cloud would shadow their MEM
cries, it would he tnged by the hope of aiding each
other in the great ofrescuing souls from death.
Henry's frame of mind for some time after send
! ing this letter calm. IF his proposal was ac-
cepted the answer would be in person, as an mme-
diate opportunity offered for Ellens departure. But
us the time drew for her arrival, he became
nervous and depressed; he e-arranged and remov-
ed every object that directly reminded him of lsa-
bel He never glanced mt her grave, the shrubs
grew wildly on lis rank soil and the turf was green.
Time flew SO rapidly that Henry sometimes caught
his breath at the nearness Of his fate. lie abored
in every possible shape; there rapldity in his
step and eye, that showed hurried mind; he slept
little, and the mcanest companion was more well
come than solitude Did ha wish Ellen TO come?
She arrived; HE conflict between varying feel
ings and motives had almost rent her frame, but she
came, shrinking sensitive, and loving Trembling
her hearts very core, she extended her hand to
Henry he shranIt rs from baSilisk and uttering
loud, deep cry of horror and disgust, sank on
chair and wept. Ellen, deeply affected herself,
scarcely comprehended the nature OF her feelings;
she willing to weep for the lost and gentle
Isabel. Henry reused himself but there was
strange and hurrying tone Of manner that agltated
the embarrassed girl. He urged Their Immediate
marriage, his house their only residence, land
that evening she became his BRIDE
A year Just year that night Isabel had died.
What image haunted the new bridegroom? Not
that of the adventurous girl, Who had braved every
thing, even reputation for bim no, the cold pale
form of Isabel was before him, and as he glanced
at the apartment where the evening breeze had
stirred her sbroud, be shrank from entering, and in
stead of the bridal chamber he sought her grave
Hour after hour passed away; new alarm filled the
breast of poor Ellen, a stranger and alone. She
drew back the curtain Of her window, the air was
sury, and bore heavily the odor of night blossoms
on its wing She leaned from the easement: the
blossoms looked sivery soft in the moons rays
Her fears gushed forth, for she felt forsaken and
she knew that tho world would point to her in de-
rsion. She heard moan, deep, wild and piteous,
like that with which Henry had greeted her, when
she had sought hum with loves true confidence
Oh, heaven was this the meeting on which her
thoughts had dwelt with such dreams of hope and
tenderness? Why had she faneed that his arms
would have embodied and supported her? Her brain
grew dizzy, and she leaned once more from the win
dow. Again thai groaning shrek met her ear,
more wild and fearful than before and sraning her
sight in the part Of the garden, she saw Hem
ny, with frantic gestculations, embracing a grassy
mound. The truth flashed upon her,-he had
sought the grave OF isabel rather than her arms
Desoate and broken hearted, she swooned away.
The morning aroused her TO misery. Henry's
raving IN the dsliriurn of fever calling on
Isabel and his boy and now shrinking as from some
demOnlac visiOE he dared not name. A few days
passed away, n5d gradually and humbly poor Ellen
introduced hersa fnto apartment her eyes down
cast, her voice - Whispers, and performed the gen
tic offices of woman S love. BY and by the satsr.
err began to call her Isabel, and stroke her hand
f>ndly as it lay BIZ lis side, while with tho other she
srnoothed the enfengled hair on his burning fore,
head. H. listened Ellen talked Oh Isabel and
showed him hef picture the gift of early friendship;
he took the gathered flowers when she told him
they were fresh tron Isabel's grace; she sang him
the hymns they had sung together, in soft rich