The Charlotte journal. [volume] (Charlotte, N.C.) 1835-1851, 1839-06-20
Charlotte, On. O. June go, 1899

-" hicu Dut no, sucn q blessed lot
was not nine. When he found | had re.
covered, he resigned me to the arms of La.
ny Mary Clinton, which heard was the
name OF the lady. He asked me if he
should call my carriage gladly assen!ed,
and taking his offered arm was led, more
DEAD Than alive, to the door. As he lifted
me 10 the carriage be pressed nv hand,
Lou have my forgiveness, Helen, | am
happy would that you we're so too Ne.
yer, oh never, shall | be happy again, Eu.
gene my heart is breaklng.' He gave me
thrilling look of pity: even yet see it
pressed my hand TO bis lips and closed
the door. All else is a blank TO me until
| iouud myself here" She ceased and
leaned her burning brow on the marble
SAB, as II TO cool II, while her young sister
"epl without restraint. 81 have wearied
you 10 death, my own sweet Ceclle, let US
both kneel now in earnest PRAYER, even as
"0en We we're children together, and then
let Us seek little rest TIE two lair sis.
tiers knei down, the one in her single inno.
ceace, the other IN her deep unhappiness,
and remained long III ierveut holy PRAYER.
" hen they arose, though their eyes we're
SIN hlled with tears, there was a holy Sc.
renhy visible in The features Of both, lovely
to behold. They together LAID down to
court little fepose. Tired nature at
length sunk exhausted, aud il was late IN
the day ere Cecie awoke, and recalled to
recollection The painful success Of the last
night, She arose gently and stood by her
SISTERS side. "How lovely, how angelic
she looks and what sweet smile beams
on her features. | cannot wake her
sleep on, sweet sister: be at least happy 10
your dreams" So say ing, she stopped over
her and pressed her rosy lips TO The pale
forehead OF corpse.
When Cecile was recovered from long.
deep s"oon, she found that she had not
been deceived. Helen's gentle frame had
sunk under the pressure Of misery and
though she incurred for her sister, she /
could not but rejoice that her unhappiness
was at an end. Ii was midnight, when
Cecile went to tale last look al the love [
~ remains Of her beloved sister, beautiful
even ~ death. She reposed upon that
couch from whence she was 10 be convey.
blue eyes were cits35gttRmhl .ug5 laspe
ASH lag on her fair cheeks, striking con.
.rast; sweet smile YET played round her
ips, which even death had not robbed Of
heir coral like hUe-she looked as placid
~ sleeping infant. She was buried with
pomp aud spIendor; and the only tears shed
Tor her Ia real sorrow, were by Cecile and
Eugene, Who attended her funeral. As for
lcr husband, lie had always admired her,
bot loye with him had no existence. He
considered wife as a necessary appendage,
ind had chosen out a beautiful one, ouN
because she was the fashion, and was
sought by others.
Eugene was in few months happily
married TO Lady Mary Clinton, and their
igst girl was by Lady Mays reques, IA.
med after the unfortunate Helen. Cecile
also married man in every way deserving
1f her; aud unlike her sister, looked only
or virtue and goodness in her choice, and
consequently enjoyed much happiness
But II was loug ere she ceased TO think Of
and regret the mournlul 10, of one who was
led away by the luxuries aud yanitics OF
thls life from peace and happiness.
ADELE.