Martinsburg gazette. [volume] (Martinsburg, Va. [W. Va.]) 1833-1855, 1841-07-08
From The Ne,c York Knicker6ocker.
Rctrospections of BrOken-hcartcd Belle.
AN "owER TRUE TALE"

An "owER TRUE TALE"
Mans love is of mans life thing apart
'Tis woman's whole existence.
Man has all resources, we but ONE
To love again, and be again undone."
What master of the female heart
was Byron! Ii men give Shakespeare the
credit Of q perfect knowledge of the heart
of man, women must and do acknowledge,
that Byron, by whatever means he OBJ
tanned it, did possess the key to the laby-
rinth Of woman's Utmost soul. How re-
luctant was to believe, while drinking
passion from the deep eyes of my first de-
clared love, that could ever again give
my heart, and recline on another's bosom
with the same absorbing fervency and
confidence Yet have proceed that the
heart, though baflled and driven from the
shrine where il would fain worship, will
seek another, at which to melt and adore
Let me pass over in silence my childish
fancics, my boarding-school sentimental-
ties. would not dignity these ideal fur
ries with the name Of lore. shall speak
of the time when had entered on my
sixteenth year, and had become in all
things A WOMAN. | was out OF school,
and my education a" finished" At my
last Seminary, all the valuable learning |
had acquired had been forgotten. Byron
and Scott had usurped the thrones Of
Goldsmith and Euclid. l resided in one
of the minor cities OF New-England, where
an indulgent father pursued an honorable
occupation, which yielded him handsome
income, but which he suffered his large
family yearly to disspate. / had also a
kind mother-oh, rery kind! She never
permitted my white hands to venture over
the edge of kneadng-dish, nor my little
feet to be encased in any rougher sub
stance than kid or satin: so that she at.
tanned one point of her ambition she
made my hands and feet the admiration
Of oil male butterflies, and the envy of all
female wasps. was "very beautiful
every body said so had bright black
eyes, and dark brown, glossy rnglets q
full, rosy, tempting mouth, and round
and graceful form. My looking lass
told me all this-and so did my adorers.
But was 100 familiar with fiattery. !
despsed them all.
But there was one who never flattered
me, never wearied me with stale compli.
ments; and although Horace Eastman
pas silly, boyish, foppish youth, yet it
was satisfaction to be in his company ;
for thought he despised me, and was
determined he should lore me. | knew
he was mortgaged to fair, delicate girl
in a distant city | knew too that she
was rich, while my own dowry would be
little or nothing. In the absence OF his
betrothed, my arts succeeded in part. A,
length he loved me yet his high sense
OF honor rendered the triumph little avail
to me. o, how fervently did pray that
she might die AS sat with him in the
shady grove, reclining in his arms as
rode with him in his chaise, leaning on his
breast, | cas-, my eyes upward toward his,
and prayed aloud that heaven might be
pleased to take her angelic spirit TO bright.
err realms while he, bending till his lips
met mine, proved by his eloquent bu. cow
ardly silence, that his wish and mine
were one and the same. Ana was proud
that he was my slave.
He was at last obliged to depar: for
neighboring city, TO accompany his be-
trothed on a sea voyage, for the recovery
Of her health. "Will she die VIII he"
"The wish was father to the thought" In
few months received letter--the SUI
prescription in Eastman's handwriting.
How my hand trembled as broke the
seal! 1t was some minutes before found
sufficient firmness TO open the letter. She
had recovered Her beauty had revived!
He loved her again with q passion only
increased by sense Of his former faith
lessness.
must be spared recital OF the effects
of this letter upon my heart and my ac-
tons. A short time, however, sullieed to
restore vivacity to my elastic aud buoy
ant spirit; and again walked the sove-
reign Of the evening party, and the queen