The Yazoo City Whig and political register. (Yazoo City, Miss.) 183?-1840, 1839-07-26
MISCELLANEOUS.
TIae FRI.fdegPOOTn,g Star.

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In nights calm and clear, mid the bright orbs try
To trace her bright home in the beautiful sky;
And gaze on some star, till in fancy see
The tar-shining Spirit still smiling on me.
Mirror. .4non.
**** it is the fifth, and on the if
teenth shall be the happiost of mortal man.
Ten short days!-no, ten long, long days!
must fade into longer nights, before can
call my Marion mine. Ten days!-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 within her forgetful
curtains, and every moment of time bring
me nearer and nearer to the goal of all my
wishes and all my prayers! Yet | am wretch
ed with the excess of Joy,-the excess of
Joy, at whose approach Fear has grown into
excess greater still. All! how like to a far
travel is the journey of life! While dis
tant from its object and its home, the mind
feels but languid longings for their attain
ment, shadowy and unabiding presentiments
of possible evil; but as we near one, how
beats the pulse as the blood rushes through
every vein! how throbs the heart to burst
ing! how weary seems the way! how dread
fully arise the spectres of unheard-of change
or fatal accident!-The last brief tide is the
voyage round the ld,-the last few hours
is the sum and history of human existence.
= : = And we'll might Henry Stur-
mond thus dwell on the date of his appoint
ed union; for if ever angel were embodied
in an earthly form, it was in the idol of his
devoted affections. Marion was the love-
Hest of the lovely, the sweetest of the sweet:
so bright, and yet so soft; so wise, and yet
so simple; so noble, and yet so tender; that
whilst ardent passion bent in holy warmth
before the blooming girl, feeling allied to
alteration hallowed the presence of the per
feet woman. What a countenance was hers,
the model fixed, but the expression ever
varying! On her ample brow sat Intellect
enuthroned; and round that throne what ra-
dance of auburn gold. In her deep hazel
eye now lightened the glancesof spiritual
essence, now swan the dewy moisture of
pity, now rose and fell the indescribable
meanings of love. On her rosy lips the
smile of playful innocence was Graded
nor did the sucking leave its treasure-bed
unless exiled for moment by the advent
of sympathy for sorrow, or of sorrow for
misery Such was Marion Delmar in face,
nor was she in person less admirable. Ma |
ture had set her seal upon the most precious
casket that ever enshrined an immortal gem
the setting the proudest and most glorious
production of earth, the brightness within
an emanation of Heaven.
And old Time wore on; wore on,
as from the creation, regardless alike of the
signs Of love, the pangs of disappointment,
the delights of pleasure, the shrieks of pain,
the shouts of mirth, the groans of woe, the
revefs Of sport, the terrors of death.
OF the ten days, eightwere flown;
md whittier had they flown, laden with all
these millions Of blessings and curses2-
They had flown back in mystery while they
seem TO hurry onward, they had returned
10 that abyss of eternity from which they
sprung, and darkness covered them.
HTo-morrow, Henry, said Marion,
,lasping his hand in hers, and looking with
confiding into his watchfuleye,
Tomorrow TaCouId Be alone To "a glance
hat seemed of the kindest reproach, she re-
1lied, Yes, my dearest Henry,o on the next
morn / viii be yours for life and unto death.
L IS solemn act-an act / will fulfill with
! devotedness of heart aud soul that would
iatisfy the most avaricious miser Of love;
out letme have only thisone day to prepare
myself to be worthy Of you, to seek that aid
which alone can truly make orr fate what
every human promise tells Is i will be,--a
ate Of lasting affection, and peace and Joy.
indeed, my dearest Henry, acoRld to-nsor-
.osD Be alone e
8 Then give me now, for my consent, one