Vermont phÅ“nix. [volume] (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1834-1955, 1839-11-29
THE BRIDE OF THE SUN.


THE BRIDE OF THE SUN.
SOME three years ago there lived at Mont
mattre, in the private establishment OF The
kind and interchangeable DR.. Blanche, a wo-
man whose insanity was singular and affec.
ting. She was young, her features were
pleasing, and her smile still more so.-The
only mental disorder she had was, the be-
lief that she was betrothed to the sun-he
had promised her marriage. she thought, on
q bright autumn morning. aud her lover
had covered his radient visage with clouds
10 avoid dazzling the eyes of his mistress.
Since that time be had been hers and she
his she had felt her s%pouse's burning kiss
imprinted on her hand, and she now lived
for him aIone.-The sun was her Joy and
her pride, and her glory; poor creature,
shesarose at the very instant when her best
beloved cast his first rays across the sky.
and hailed him with her looks, as the birds
doswiih their songs, the stream with its mur-
mur. the dowers with their perfume. The
finer the day. the clearer the sky, the more
radiant the face of nature. the happier was
the poor wretch Was il not her godlike
husband that distributed light, and warmth
and comfort around him Was he not
The monarch Of the world, and was he moi
hcrsi So she watched every change OF
place or appearance which her divinity
presented she seemed anxious not 10 loose
the fceblest OF his rays, and the higher he
arose in heaven the more ardent was her
poetic enthusiasm.-She could hardly be
persuaded TO take her meals, so full of pas
sion was she, and TO make her eat, it was
necessary TO tell her that it was her divine
spouse who had gilded these fruit. ripened
this grain and those, grapes-so thai she
had a right 10 sit down at The table be had
prepared for her. AS night drew near. and
the sun was on the point Of sinking into the
waters ofthe Seine, his tender spouse became
uneasy as any poor isherman's wife whose
husband had been absent couple Of months,
when she hears the sea roar-"What will
become of my husband ~ she used to saw
.'Ifhe only escapes accidents while he is
on his journeyW Gradually would day
give place to night; then she would clasp
her hands, and cry-"Wait fo- me-wait p
and hurry to rest.
Singular and happy madness sweet de,
fusion to feel that ones soul belongs 10 the
sun in heaven: to have no other desire
than for an unsullied sky-to fear nothing
Jul ElOuuo llul cOulCtlIuCt OucCuIt TIT
face Of the great luminary-,o be harp,
whenever all nature is happy Such was
the life of this poor %lunatic for ten years
She had her troubles, too, as much as
though she had retained her reason; for
as soon as winter approached, and she saw
the face other spouse grow pale, like that
ola man morally wounded, when she saw
his glory hidden by thick clouds, like q
great man whose renown is blackened b.
envy, she became the most melancholy o
women. How long and sad 10 her wer,
the short days Of winter The more exas
ted her bridegroom was, the more did sh.
suffer al seeing him tebased, obscured, en-
chained, and helpless. Bul she lis soor
happy again; yet a liuIe while, and the sur
pierees through the thick masses OF vaper
that conceal his brightness, and reappear.
in all his grandeur and glory. So wher