The Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1837-1867, 1841-11-09

'Oh! yes-Dut pray DO not prehtue II 10 inc
world. LIE. me know that have yet sympathy
and WILL DIE
econ, Frances, why do you say so; Edward
loves you better than his own soul
Mary, you are deceivcd-it's dream | have
INDUCED too long, and have awoke from it TO die
"'Dear Frances, I answered, 'let me convince
you, for know it Is true
Ocean it be--oh! can it be, Mary" she said, as
the fountain of her tears opened again, and faint
smile played around her face. 'No! no!
"'But hear me, love. You never saw Edward
after you parted, the evening before we left here
last summer, but you received his letters?'
Received his letters? Oh! no-he never
wrote to me-.
Never wrote to your Oh! what this
mean? The night before Edward sailed 10 Europe
he came to my room and told me the whole hsto-
ny of his love. From the first evening he saw you
till that moment, he loved you deeply, tenderly,
passionatey. Soon after you parted he wrote to
you and told you all, and sent that letter by hand
of Mr., who promised to deliver it imme.
dately you
I" 'Oh! Godr she exclaimed, Il it all, and
that cruel man has sacrificed me TO his revenge, be
cause [ could not love hm'-and she fell senseless
into my arms. In few moments she recovered,
all to me now, Mary-let me know the worst
1 continued
edward waited long time for an answer and
received none; but he wrote TO you again and sent
it by post. In short time he received your re-
ply
"sOh, Heavens! No! 1 never wrote to him,
| and that letter was forged
"'That letter saw, dear girl, and it seemed like
r Ia.
the real sentiments of your heart Ii told him to
hope no longer, for you ever could love him. Ed.
W ard was overwhelmed with grief and his heart
seemed broken. But he compared that letter with
one of your own written to me, and the contrast
was sufficient to leave room for hope. He came
here 80 you, and unfortunately you had the day
before gone to Boston. He crossed the county to
New York and called at your lodgings. You had
Just left, and no could tell where. He returned
to Boston and sailed for Europe, forget, if posi-
BILE, in distant land, that he ever loved you.
| "'Oh! Mary, Mary, why did you not tell me all
this before? Dear Edward, would to God could
see you, and then should be willing to die
| edward, never saw such grief as hers when
she had heard my story. She embraced me with
the kindest love, and wept in wild paroxysm OF
grief Edward, pity you; but you may be able
! heart is broken.
"sWhere is the vile wretch?' asked who has
| practiced this wantou decepuon?
"T cannot tell YOU After inportuning me for
months unsuccessfuly, he left the village, and has
not been heard Of since.
"It was late that night before we touched our
pillows and such night pray may never see
again. lit mig shall long remember
have rem aimed with Frances until now, and shall
continue with her till you return-and OH brother,
| | need not tell you to fly 10 America. Frances is
now CALM and hope has begun TO shed its beams
upon her soul But still l fear she cannot recov-
er fully from tho shock She is more cheerful, and
has reganed some Of her elasticity and bloom
! She lives in expectation ofseeng you once more
oh! then fly my dear brother, and may God send
you quickly to your broken hearted Frances You
| will find in this packet u letter from her.
| seized the remaining letter which | had sup
posed was from my sister, and found that it wa;
only superscribed by her; it was from Frances.
was brief, but il told more than tongue or words
can tell.
ooh! Edward, this is a crushing blow. If prayers
could avail, should tonight be in your arms
| Months of agony aud gloom had passed away, ano
| was preparing to die. But oh! God let me live
long enough to behold his face once more why
have we been called to suffer all this? 1t is al
dark But let US submit to it. And, oh! can we
hope? Yes, Edward, we will yet meet again, and
then one hour will! atone for it all. But should u
prove that have already seen each other Tor the
last time, when you lie down to de- console your
self with the thought that Frances loved you bet
ter than the whole world to the last. But will
not die till you come. Oh, then haste, DEAR dc al
Edward to your own Frances.
4 s. Mary has told you all in her letters"
i If when had finished reading these letters,
had been told that for a thousand years L was &c
endure the fearful fortunes Of the inquision
should not have felt as felt then. Burning with
revenge towards the fend who had broken into
the bower of our early love only to destroy-a wild
desire to annihilate the breadth Of the Atlantic in
an hour--the awful fear that she would die before
| reached her, all burst in one tremendous wave
over me. But it was not time now for thought but
i for execution In one hour was on my way to
Paris. I sailed from Havre the day l reached it
and in six weeas from the time received those lei