Madison Whig advocate. [volume] (Canton, Miss.) 1839-1841, 1839-09-14
For the Madison Wzig .4drOcate.
The Broken Heart.

The Broken Heart.
The following was suggested by the
recollection of few events in the his
tory of very interesting, but unfortu
nate young lady. | have cut it down &c
a mere fragment for fear of being tedi.
Gus, as well as to secure its publication
The sun was just sinking to rest be-
yond the curtained horizon; the mellow
shade of twilight was spreading over
the lawn, and there she sat gazing on
that lovely land which spread out before
her, robed in shaded light as though to
greet the queen of night, who hung over
the grey mountain of the west, in the
bashfulness of her first quarter. | be-
held the maiden, and thought she was
still beautifully but oh! how changed
She was sorrowful. She was indeed
young; but the gladness of youth had
left her brow. Her lips were still fresh
and full; but they breathed not those
mellifuous songs of joy which delighted
and rested sweetIy on the ears of ALL
The brightness Of her spirit was cloth
ed in the habiliments of melancholy, and
her dark eye was the liquid throne of
sadness. The maiden sat upon marble
slab that marked the resting place of a
stranger, and all around the pale white
stones of the cemetry peered up like the
departed spirits of humanity, in ghostly
consultation about the realities of a
hereafter. She gazed intently on the
scene before her, and as she looked, her
soul seemed to drink deeply of its sad
ming influence. Night HE'D amain, and
shade after shade crept on, still her eyes
were fixed on the ghostly assemblage
before her; until at last the moon sank
to rest behind the same crested mountain,
beyond which the sun, her bright eyed
constituent had so lately retired. The
trees, which but moment before had
made the boundary of her vision, were
now lost in the pail Of night, which en-
veloped all things: yet still at intervals
she would raise her eyes as if wearied
with looking upon deaths monumental
trophies, and would strive to penetrate
the gloom; but darkness had spread
her pavilion round about
The sadness of her heart seemed to
increase pari passue with the advance of
night: it had now gathered to torrent,
and she could but yield to the flood Of
her grief As the quick sobs broke from
her heaving breast she exclaimed: my
lot, my lott! Who now will love the
orphan? My brother and my sister, my
father and my mother too have left me,
and now lay cold in this cherries place
all my relations one by one have yielded
to the strong arm of death, and the hope
of my life is at last buried in the grave
of my mother. She threw herself upon
the grassy turf and wept bitterly.
She was indeed an orphan. knew
her well. She was the last of that no
bic family, the Bradfreits, who settled
early in the Colony at jamestown, and
ranked among the most distinguished
cavaliers of that day. | approached
and raised her from the ground. and as
wiped away the tears from her pallid
cheeks, said: weep on fair mourner,
for the gush of grief from the young
heart, and its out-pouring is JOY; time Is
a balrny comforter, and will assuage the
sorrow of all who grieve as thou dost-
Dear maiden these are the words of one
who has known the bitterness of woe.
Though the sorrow of your heart is al
most moro than it can bear, yet the sun
shines brighter, and the flower is sweeter
when the cloud has left the sky |
walked with her to her own mansion.
which was but little way distant, and
left her alone ia her sorrow
Time moved apace with the CELEBRITY of
the revolving earth, and after the lapse
of many months, again looked upon the
maiden Twas twilight, and she was
seated as before upon the same stone
that sheltered the grave of stranger;
but she was not alone. youth clad in
apparel that indicated the scion Of an
aristocratic family, sat by her side; his
aspcc, and mein, indeed, everything