Piney Woods planter and Amite union literary reflector. [volume] (Liberty, Miss.) 1838-1838, 1838-07-28

I'll wasted and persisted away, it falls
even in the stiffness Of the forest, and
as We muse over the beautiful ruin, we
strive in vain to recollect the blast or
thunderboIt that could have smittcn ii
with decay.
lhaye seen many instances of wo-
man running to vast and sclfncglect,
and disappearing gradually from the
earth almost as if they had been cxhal-
ed to heaven; and have frequently fan
cicd could trace their death through
the various declentions Of consump-
ton, cold, debility, languor, and mel
ancholy, until reach the first symp-
tom of disappointed love. An in
stance 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 tragic
al history of Emmett the Irish Patriot
for ii was too touching to be soon for
gotten. During the troubles in Ire
land, ne was tried, condemned and
executed on charge Of treason. Iii.
fate made a deep impression on pub
lie sympathy. lie was SO young, SC
brave; so every thing that we are apt
to ike in a young. His conduct under
trial too was SO lofty and intrepid. The
noble Indignation with which he repel
led the charge against his country
the eloquent vindication of his name
and his pathetic appeal to postcrity, ii
the hour of condemnatioa-all these
entered deeply into every generous bo
som, and even his enemies lamentcd
the stern policy that dictated his exc
cution.
But there was one heart, whose an
guish it would be vain to attempt to
describe. In happier days and faircr
fortunes, he had won the affections of
u beautiful and Interesting girl, the
daughter Of a celebrated IRISH barris-
ter.
She loved him with the disinterested
farver Of a woman's first and only love.
When every worldly maxim arrayed
Itsalfagainst him: when blasted in for
tune, disgrace and danger darkened
around, his name, she loved him more
for his suflerings. lfthen his
fate could awaken the sympathy of his
foes, what must be the anguish of her
whose whole soul was occupied by his
image! Let those tell who have the
portals Of the tomb suddenly closed
between them and the being most low
ed on earth, who have sat at this TIRES
lold, as one shut out in cold and
lonely world from whence all that was
noss lovely and LOVING had parted.
But the horrors of such grave: so
'rightful, SO dishonored! There was
nothing for memoryto dwell upon, that
,ould soothe the parIing-none of those
ender, though melancholy circumstan-
,es, that endear the parting scene
nothing to melt the sorrow into blessed
ears, sent like the dews of heaven, TO
'eyive the heart in the hour Of anguish.
To render her widowed situation
more desolate she had incurred her IA
hers displeasure by her unfortunate
attachment, and was exile from the
PARENTAL roof. But could the symra-
ny and kind offices Of friends have
cached a spirit so rivon with horror, il
would have experienced no want of
consolation, for the Irish are a people
# quick and generous sensibilities.
The most delicate and cherishing at
entions were paid to her by the fami-
les Of wealth and distinction. She
vas led into society, and they tried by
il kinds of occupations and amuse-l
nents to dissipatc her grief, and wean
Ter from the tragical story of her lover.
But it was in vain. There arc some
trokes of calamity that seattle and
corch the soul-that penetrate the vi
al seat of happiness, and blast it ne
rcr again to put forth the bud or BIOS
ON.
She neverobjected to visit the haunts
# pleasure, but she was as much alone
here, as in the depths Of solitude. She
walked about in the sad reverie, appa-
emily unconscious Of the world around
er. She carried with her an inward
70 that Knocked at the abandonment
f friendship, and needed not the song
+ the charmer, charm he ever so wise
The person whon told me Der stcryl