Rutland herald. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1823-1847, 1839-07-02

II 10 the hnh--on the bleenih ] shall be The
Lsppies, Of mortal mcr. Ten short days mo;
tea long dsys-must fade into longer nights before
I cen call my Marion mine. Ten dsys!-why
there are more than two hundred. almost three
hundred hours to be passed but will not hope
tighten them. will not gentle sleep enclose some
Of them with her forgctfu curtains, aud every mo-
msnt Of time bring the nearer and nearer to the
goal Of oil my wishes and oil my prayers. Yet I
an wretched with the excess Of joy--,he excess
Of Joy, at whose approach fear has grown into e.
ssss siIl greater. All how like to far travellers is
sAs journey OF life while distant from its object
and tie home. the mind feels but languid longings
for their attainment, shadowy and unsbiding pre-.
sentiments Of possible evil but as we near them,
~ the intervening space dimnishes. rs the thou
ssnd miles shorten into one how beats the pulse
the blood rushes through every vein. how ,hrobs
the heart to bursting bow weary seems the way
Row drcsdfay arise the spectres Of unheard Of
change or fatal accident! The last brief tide is
the voyage round the world.-the last few hours
10 the sum and history OF human existence.
And well might Henry Siurmond thus dwell on
,he date Of his appointed union for il ever an an
nigel were embodied in an earthly form, it was the
Vol of his devoted sfec,ions. Marion was the
sr,es, of the lovely, and the sweetest of the
"sei; so brixi. and yet so soft; go wise and yet
uden, passion beat in holy warmth before the
blooming girl, feeling allied to alteration hallow-
I'd the perfect woman. What a coun,enance was
here the model fixed, but the expression ever vary
ing. On Aer ample brow sat Intellect cnthroned
and round that throne what radiance Of auburn gold
Ia her deep and hazel eye now lghtened the glance
Of spiritual essence, now swan the dew moisture
o. pity, now rose and fell the INDISPENSABLE mean
ings of love. On her rosy lips the smile Of playful
innocence was Graded; nor did the sucking leave
i.s treasure bed unless txed for a moment by the
advent OF sympathy for sorrow, or Of SORROW for
misery. Such was Marion DeIamar in face; nor
vas she in person less admirable. Nature had set
Aer zeal upon the most precious casket that ever
snshrincd an immortal gem,-he setting the
proudest and most glorious production of earth, the
srgh,es, within an emana,ioR Of heaven.
And old time wotc on; wore on, as from tae Gre
s,ion, regardless alike Of The sights OF love. the
psnRs Of disappointment the delights Of pleasure,
and the shricks OF pain, the shouts OF mirth, the
rrosns of woe, the revels Of sport, the terors Of
death.
or the ten days eight we're flown; and whittier
had they flown, laden with all these blessings aud
sursest They had flown back in mystery while
,hsy seemed to hurry onward--they had returned
10 that abyss of eternity from which they sprung,
sad darkness covered them.
.To.morrow. Henry" said Marion, clasping his
h,nd in hers and looking with mcnsureless conf
aence into his ws,chful eye, Tomorrow 'oonfd
u alone" To glance that seemed the kindest
rspfoach, she replied, yes, my dearest Henry on
the next morn will be yours tor LIE ana unto
death. I; 10 solemn nct--sn act VIII iuihi witi
deyotc5pess of heart and soul that would satisfy
The most avaricous miser OF love; out let me have
only this one day TO prepare myself 10 be wohhy
rn0 m
cur f.to what every human promise tells Va viii
bs-s fate of lasting affection. and peace aud joy
Indeed. my dearest Henry, ,ooaid to morrop b
alone
"Tben give me now, for my consent, one moro
| ons las, eve of wandering bliss; let us visit TO
gather the spots sacred to our loyes--ihe grove
ringing with the songs Of birds ere they seek thei
eoSny nests, the bank redolent Of flowers, tnd th
stream purglng its music in requi.al FOR their odor'
ihs roma n,ic fall where first brcathed my vows
eternal truth, and the ruined abbey tina, oeriop
the scene where those vows were accepted and raj
iSed by her to whom ! owe liie-more than iif'
oil that can make life acceptable. what life ca
never repay"
The dawn OF morning Ga a bed Of sickness
Of agony. Law Marion Delamar. Writing IN u
torture Of that fell disease before whose appsli'n
night youth and strength are swept away as gra
before the sythe OF the mower. Alas, Tor Henry
the Stern commands of skill forbade him even
spprosch that bed Of infection and OF death. Br'
vas its awful Struggle. Distorted we're the ghas
" features Of matchess loseliness, bot last mig
sesming with intelligence and hope; the rosy tin
Of health we're gone. and that pure color which b
u.rked the stresms Of vital principle. like sioie
srewed smong roses on wres,h OF snow, no Ion
n natural 10 motion. had uscrPed the sid corps
The tenth day arrived. The village church W
seeked with bougbs and blossoms; for the dsn
nsinss had not reached the eyed sexton, and
cas- surveying his cheerful work with an sPPro''
fanee, when 10 the summons came TO prepare
immediate grave. In that grave. within an no
we're deposited the remains Of Marion Deam
hardly attended to their hnsl sbode by the de'
sriskea living, whom terror KEEP, from the Pss
s,o,,sa eoueA, and WHOM terror siew IN their iiis
iom Danger.
Not even Henry s,armona was there to see j
IN the cold clay her. whom that very hour he
10 have led 10 the bridal altar. Bot II Was
lear that detained him il WAS not cespsir'
k0s bad stunned him into utter inse1tell'y;
10 have embraced and kissed. and endsAred