Columbus Democrat. [volume] (Columbus, Miss.) 18??-18??, 1838-06-23
A BROKEN HEART.
BY W. IRVING.

the character may be chilled and frozen by The
cares Of the world and the pleasures of society,
there is still a warm current Of affection running
thro the depths of the coolest heat, that prevents
| lis being utterly concealed. Indeed. | am true
believer in the blind deity, and 20 to the full ex
tent OF his doctrines. Shall confess 1t : | be-
lieve in broken hearts, and the possibility of dying
of disappointed love do not however, consd-
er it maaiy often fatal TO my own sex, but
firmly believe that It withers down many a lovely
woman milo an early grave.
Man islhe creature Of interest and ambition,
His nature leads him forth into the struggle and
hustle of the world.-Iove is but the embellish-
ment Of early life, or a song piped into the inter-
walls Of the acts. He seeks for fame, for fortune,
for space in the worlds thought, and dominion
over his fellow man. But the woman's life is
the history Of the affections. The heart is her
world, it is there ambition strives for empire, ii is
there her ayar:ce seeks fng hidden treasure. She
sends forth her sympOthies on adventure she
cnbarks her whole soul in the traffic Of affection;
and if shpwrecked her case is hopeless--ior II Is
bankruptcy Of the heart.
TO man the disappointment of love may oc.
casion some bitter pangs it wounds some feel,
ings OF tenderness il blasts some prospects OF
felicity; but he is an active beng-he can dissl-
pate his tho'ts in the whirl of various occupations
or plunge into the tide of pleasure or if the
scene Of disappointment be too full of painful as.
ISOLATION, he can shift his love at will, and taking
as it were the wings Of the morning, can fly to
the uttermost parts Of the earth and be at rest
But woman's is comparatively a fixed and me-
dtavo life. She is more the companion Of her
own thoughts and feelings ; and if they are turn
cd TO ministers of sorrow, where shall she look
for consolation Her lot is to be woocd and
won and il unhappy in her love, her heart is
like some fortress that has been captured and
sacked, and abandoned and left desolatc.
How many bright eyes grow dm-how many
rosy checks grow pale-how many lovely forms
fade away into the tomb, and none can tell the
cause that bhghted their loneliness. As the dove
will clasp its wings TO its side, and cover and con-
ceal the arrow that is preying upon It's vitals so
il is the nature of woman TO hide IRON the world
pangs Of wounded affection. The love of deli
cate female is always shy and silent. Even when
fortunate, she scarcely breathes it to herself; but
when otherwise she bumies it in the recess Of her
bosom, and there lets il cover and brood among
the ruins Of her peace. With her desne has fall
ed The great charm Of existence is at an end.
She neglects all The cheerful exercises that glad
den the sp rits, quicken the pulses, and send the
the tide Of life in heahtul currents through the
veins. lIel rest is broken-the refreshment of
sleep is poisoned by melancholy dreams-dry
sorrows drinks her blood until her enfeebled
flame sinks under the last external assaant
Look TO her after li,tlo while, and you will find
friendship weeping over her untimely grave and
wondering one, who but lately glowed with all the
radiance of health and beauty should now be
brought down to darkness and the worm You
will be told of some wintry chill, some slight in
disposition, that laid her low-bul no one knew
the mental maady that previously sapped her
strength and made her so easy prey to the spo-
Ter.
She is like some tender tree, the pride and
beauty Of the grove; graceful in its form, bright
in its foliage, but with the worm preying at its
core. We find it suddenly whitening, when it
should be most fresh and luxurlant We see it
dropping its branches TO the earth, and shedding
leaf by leaf until wasted and perished away, IT
falls even in the stiffness of the forest, and as we
muse over the beautiful ruin, we strive in vain to
recollec the blast or thunderbolt that could have
smitten it with decay.
| have seen many instances of woman running
to waste and sef-neglect, and disappearing grad
ually from the earth almost as if they had been
eyhaed to heaven and have frequently ancled
| could trace their death through the various de-
clentions of consumption, cold, debility, languor,
melancholy, until reach the first symptom Of dis
appointed love. An instance Of this kind was
lately told me; the circumstances are well known
in the country where they happened, and shall
give them in the manner they were related
Every one must recollect the tragica history Of
Emmett the Irish Patriot, for il was too touching
to be soon rgoten.-DuriDg the troubles in
Ireland, he was tried, condemned and executed on
charge of treason His fate made deep i'm
preston on public sympathy. lie was SO young
30 brave so every thing that we are apt TO like
in a young man. His conduct until trial too was
so lofty aud intrepid. The noble Indignation
with which he repealed the charge against his
country-the eloquent vindication of his name
and his pathetic appeal to posterity in The hour of
condemnation-a these entered deeply into ey.
cry generous bosom, and even his enemies 10
mened the stern policy that dictated his execution.
But there was one heart, whose anguish it would
be vain 10 attempt to describe. In happier days
and farier fortunes, he had won the affections Of
a beautiful aud interesting girl the daughter of a
celebrated Irish barrister.
She loved him with the disntercsted feyer Of a
woman's first and only love. When every world
ly maxim arrayed itself against him when blast
ed in oriuncedisgrace aud danger darkened a
round his name. she loved him more ardenily for
his sufferings. lfhcn his fate could awaken the
sympathy Of his foes, what must be the anguish
of her whole soul, which was occupied by his inn
age! Let those tell who have The portals ofthe
tomb suddenly closed Between them and the be-
ing most loved on earth, who have sat at this
as one shut out in cold and lonely |
world from whence all that was most lovely and
loving had parted.
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