The Yazoo City Whig and political register. (Yazoo City, Miss.) 183?-1840, 1839-11-08
MISCELLANEOUS.
The FOrsakem Girl.

They parted as all lovers part,
She with wronged and broken heart;
But he, rejoicing he is free,
Bounds like the captive from his chain;
And wilfuly believing she
Hath found her liberty.
If there is any act which deserves deep
and bitter condemnation, ii is that of triaing
with the inestimable gift Of woman's atfec-
ton. The female heart may be compared
toa delicate harp; over which the breathing
OF earlier affections wander, until each ten
der chord is awakened 10 tones of ine6able
sweetness. Il is the music of the soul which
is thus called fofth---a music sweeter than
the fall Of fountains or the song Of Hour in
the Moslem's Paradise. But wo for the de-
licate fashioning of that harp, if chain pass
over the love which FIRST called forth its hid
den harmonies. Let neglect and cold UNI
kindness sweep over its delicate strings,
and they break one aftor another-slowly
perhaps, but surely. Unvisited and unre-
Quilted by the light of love, the suul-like
melody WILDE hushed in the stricken bosom
Like the mysterious harmony Of the statute
before the coming of the sunrise. have
been wandering eenong the graves. love
at all times to do so. feel a melancholy
not unallied to pleasure in communicating
with the resting place of those who have
gone before me--to go forth alone among
the thronged tombstone rising from every
grassy undulation like gh0stly sentinels Of
the departed: And when kneel above the
narrow mansion Of one whom have known
and loved in life; feel strange assurance
that the spirit of the sleeper is near me-a
Viewless and ministering angel. L is beau
tiful philosophy, which has found its way
unsought for and mysteriously into the 81
lence ofmy heart and if it only be-a dream
1.-The unreal image Of fancy God that
/ may never wake from the beautiful illu-
sion
have been this evening By the grave of
Emily Il is plain white tombstone, halfl
hidden by the flowers, and you may read its +
ePitaph, in the clean moonlight, which falls
upon il like the smiles Of All angel, thronghl
the opening in the dropping branches Emily
was beautifnl-the fairest OF village mai
dens. Think see her now, as she looked
when the loved ore-Athe idol Of her affec-
lions approached with his smile Of conscious
triumph and love. She had seen but eigh-
cen summers, and her whole being seemed
woven Of the dream Of her first passion. -
The object Of herlove was proud and way-l
ward being whose naughty spirit never re-
axed from his habitual sternness, save when
le found himself ia the presence Of the
Dung and beautiful creature, who had trus-
I'd her all on the venture Of hef now, and
1ved him with all the eanestuess Of pure
nd devoted hearts Nature had not de-
rived him Of his advantage Of outward !.
race und beauty; and It was the abiding
Of this, which gave to his in 9
srcourso With society Of character of pride +
ia s.ernnegss He felt himself ii some de-
ree removed from bis felIoW-men 81 d par Z
81 fashioning Of nature and he scoFned to !;
q e near affinity. His mind was Of an j
xaifed beamiug, and prodigal Of beauty ],
he flowers Of poetry were ~ hls Imagine
81 perpetual blossoming; and 4 was 81 ~
il Intellectual bounty that Emily knelt i,
bearing to The altar oI her idol TIE
,weFs of her affection -eVen as TIE dark
ed dauohters 81 the ancient Gheber
n,,f their offsrir IS from gardens Of the g
st upon the alter Of the sun. II II
There Il surprising strength in 2 lore s.
q that 81 Emil it hath noshlng gross i
7 how. nor earthly, il its aspiring -it has s.
source III the deeper fountains Ct nnllal s.
lart-~and S such IS lle redeemed ana u
notified from the earth might ieel tor one se
ether II iha fair land Of spirits Ais u
s. snch love should Sc unIeqgitted, Ct Is
med back ID coIdness Of darkness upon 81 J.
) crushed heart Of is giyeE !"