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the paltry and sHperfous power of outward
foIm, did they pass from the FIRST to the Sc.
lcond (alas! to me, mysterious, untried, and,
perchance, never 10 be felt) era Of mans life.
No ordinary wedding paraphernaIia- no gay
s'tire-no pealO the "merry marriage bell
old Of their union. There might you have
seen our heroine, dressed in no gaudy, attire
Dut
| A damseI bright
| Dtest in six n robe pf white,
| That shaduwy in the moonlight shone.--
The Hecs that Nude that white robe wan"
| And wildly gilt er'd here and there
The gems entangled in her hair"
Their canopy was
"The blue vault Of heaven, with its crescent 60
iale,
And he STARS SHINING brishdy."
No worldly assemblage or pomp dimmed the
most pure and trascendcntly lighto of love, vir-
tue, and intellect, which, bTillian like holy
and heavenly Trinity shed sits lonely lustre,"
yet lustre ''all in all sufficient to itself" and
to them, on the simplicity Of. their matrimo.
NAL ceremony.
Whatever emotions this marriage may
have created, at first, in the minds Of others.
Time, which cannot destroy, by Its touch,
the eternal and mysterious fabrics of truth;
wisdom, virtue, and the universe, though
most of the existences in the moral and phys.
ical worlds mouIder and decay, beneath ito
influence, into the iT pristine impeTceptibiIity
or, it may be, nOthingness-the COnqueroP
Time aided by the daily developed merit and
bliss of our hero and heroine (which it were
more than harshness, inded, 70 frOwn uponi
abated all Of opposing prejudice, and, brought
into full and vigorous life, and ever nOur,
ished between them and all their fellow be.
ings, that spirit of harmony which is stamp.
ed on great nature--on the physical, moral,
and organic laws of universal creation-in
beauty so wonderful and so unde6nable.
And as time mellows and beauties, and eau.
ses Us to revere as veil as admire those spe.
cimens Of human art pointing to days 'sthat
have no other record, J" aud IhOs1 productions
of human intellect, which clothed with en-.
during exquisiteness, have, through all
change, not yielded to, but have de6ed for
ages, the of spirit distinctions So did it lend
the like enchanting hue to the remaining
days Of the nameless persons Of my story.
All the affections Of each were ever, in beau.
,eOus forescence, entwined round the 9th.
erS, s
"Curling like tendrils ofthe parasite
Around marble column"
Continued - long continued-aher.ife
taught them not to feel that
%'onstancy lives in realms above:
And life isthOrnys and youth is vain:"
But ever, amid all the thorns and rugosi.
les Of lifes winding path. they felt that hap.
DIness, which Corinne with SO much pros.
prety, tells us, is "but length in our enthu.
siasm-but constancy in love-" Unlike
Corinne, for whom,
'Fwo fatal muses., Love and Misery.
Taught her best poetry
Sorrow did not teach them that beautiful and
rue conception Of happiness, which have
inst quoted. No, from the soil of felcitous
nd enduring Love, did ever spring to greet
hem, IN all the strength and perfume Of
eshness, most varied and most beauteous
Sewers. On this soil only, clothed with
oftest and undyiDg verdure. were their steps
Imprinted. And the pure meridian sunshine
of their happy lives. descended, in gentleness
nd calm, into the exquisite twilight Of IN.
louded repose. Death came TO. themlclad
OF in chilling horror. "An internal music
id indeed mark the coming Of the Angel Of
the Crave" The last hour Of their lives,
assembled thelast moments OF the dying day.
lingering with e faint struggle, suffused With
he radiance Of that peculiar light, that seems
half taken from the silvery moon before
whose approach they pale gently and almost
mpeiceptibly away. So did their spirits.
suffused with chastened and pleasing mourn
fulness and inthe light ofmemoTy which doth
"Ths Iurure gid the past illume'"
exquisitely blended with the heavenly dawn.
lit might be HOpe) Of purer World,pass into
the dim, shadowy, spectral abode Of mys,eEi-
Gus Eternity.
Will, my indulgent reader-and thou,
smost potent, grave and reverend Eignor."
Mr.. Editor! ! have concluded my story and
my promised collection Of quotations. On
word, however, at parting, as.lo myself.
"What is writ, is writ"--not for the sake o.
winning the good opinion Of another, bui
for my own qualification in an idle moment.
flame is-the thirst OF youth, but am MOI
So young as 10 regard men'sfTownor smile.
As less or guerdon Of glorious lott
stood and stand alone, surrendered Of
forgot" ,
Last Case Of Absence or Mud.