The Charlotte journal. [volume] (Charlotte, N.C.) 1835-1851, 1838-08-03

critical mouners, with pang al bis heart
but serenity on his brow. lie thanked
his friends for their kindness, acknowledged
their courtesy, AND ,lsn strobe away from
the grave 10 bury his grief in the privacy Of
his deserted dwelling.
He found al frs, the solitude of,he man.
sion almost lnsupporiabie, aud he paced the
echolng floors from morning till night, IN all
the agony Of NO and desolailon, yaiuly i'm.
ploring heaven for relief II came TO hln
frs, 10 the gulse of poetic inspiration. lie
wrote with a wonderful ease and power.
Page after page came from his prolific pen,
almos, wilhou, an effort; and there was a
time when he dreamed vain folly y of i'm.
mortality. Some of his productions came
before the world. They were praised and
circulated; and inquiries were set on foot,
! IN The hope of discovering the author He,
wrapped himself in the impenetrabie veil OF
obscurlty, listened 10 the voice OF applause,
more delicious because 1t was obtained by
stealth. From the obscuri,y of yonder lone
mansion and from tins remote region to
send forth lays which as,onished the world,
vas indeed, a triumph 10 The visionary bard.
HIS THIRST for fame was grntlhed, aud
now he began TO yea,'; g. the companion
ship of some sweet h-i2g of the other sex,
to share the laurels he bad won, To lisper
consolation in his ear In moments OF des-
pondency, and 10 supply the void which the
death of his old father had occasioued. lie
would picture TO himself the felicity Of re.
fined intercourse with highly intellectual
and beautiful woman, and, as he has chosen
the motto-tDhdt has been done may rel
be done he did not despair OF success. 10
/ TINS village lived three sisters, all beautiful
and accomplished. Their Dames we're
MARY, Adelaide and Madeline. am far
enough past the age OF enthusiasm bot ney.
er can | forget the beauty OF those young
glrIs. Mary was the youngest, a fair.halr.
ed more laughing damsel ueyet danced up.
90 green. Adelaide, " u was few wears
older, was 5ark haired and peusive, but Of
( the three, Madeline the eldest, possessed the
most fire, spirit, cultivation and lnteilectu.
atty. Their father was a man of Taste and
education, and beng somewhat above val.
1 gar preludces, permitted the visit of the
4 hero Of my story. Still he did not alto.
geiher encourage the affection winch he
I found sprngihg up between Mary and the
( poet. " hen, however, he found tina, they
we're engaged, be did no, withhold his con.
senI from her marriage, and the recuse
/ bore TO ms solitary mansion the Dung bride
/ Of his affections. Oh sir, the house assum.
ed new appearance, within and without
roses blooming IN the garden. jessam,nes
peeplns through Its latilces, and the field,
about IL smled with the clf.ct Of careful
cultivation. Lights were seen IN the little
parlor IN the evening, and macy time
would the passenger pause by the garden
Z gate, 10 listen 10 strains Of the swoetes,
music, breathed BY coral VOICES mo.n The
cottage. Ii the mysterious student ard his
wife were neglected by their nelghbots,
what cared they Their endesFing and
mutual affection made their home :. htile
paradise. Bat death came TO Eden. Ma.
I ~ fell suddenly III end after few hours
illness died 10 the arms Of her husband and
her sister Madeline. This was the student :
second heavy affection.
! I" Days, months rolled on, and the only
solace al the bereaved was to slt wHn the
sisters oi the deceased and talk of the los,
one. To Adelaide, at length he offered his
widowed heart. She came TO his lore house
like the dove, bearing olive branch of peace
aud consolation. Their bridal was not one
Of revelry and mlrth, for recollection broo
drd over the hour. Yet they lived happl.
y the husband again smiled, and with a
new spring the roses again blossoned u
their garden. Bui II seemed as II fatal.
Try pursued this singular man. When
the roses withered and the leaf fell. in the
mellow autumn Of the year, Adelaide too
sickened and died, like her younger sister.
IN the arms Of her husband and of Madeline.
Perhaps YOU vii, not think il strange,
young man, that after all, the wfe!ched sur.
vlgor azaln stood at the altar. But he
vas mysterious being, whose WAYS were
lnscrutablp, who thHs,ing for domestic bliss.
was d "ned ever to seek and never to find
1t. His ibird BRIDE vas Madeline. well
remember her: She was a beauty, 10 the
true sense oithe word. II may seem strange
to you to hear The praise Of beauty from
such bps as nine but ! can not avoid ex
paiialng upon hers. She might have sat
upon throne and the most loyal subject,
the proudes, peer, would have sworn the
blood within her VEINS had descended from
an hundred kings. She was creature,
With tall commanding form and raven
tresse-, that fioated, dark and cloud Ike over
her shoulders. She Was sn@uIarly g,f
ted uoman. and possessed Of rare insplra