The Ohio Democrat. [volume] (Canal Dover, Ohio) 1840-1900, 1841-01-22

No wonder my hero bowed down be-
Tore her; no wonder inal the sound of
herlvoIce vas in his ear, that her image
was before him in his daily occupations,
and bore g part in the mysteries Of bis !
dreams. There was no affectaIion in
her nature, and she confessed she loved
hlm-!hey seemed created for each 9th
er; and who would have believed that
fate; but am DEPRESSING.
There is something very melanc choly
in the reflection that any woman can
die; but to him that she should perish,
was the very agony of despair. He had
Left her for few days, intending when
he returned TO ask her hand. On the
morning ofhis return, he sprang into the
stage coach in most delicious rev erie.
He held no discourse with his fellow
passengers, but wrapped himself up in
a rich dream of anticipation. His heart
was full of happiness. He thought him
sell, as he entered his house. too happy
Tor mortal man. He was preparing to
pay her the first visit, and dwelling in
MS mind on her pleasing welcome, when
her Dr. ther came TOO see him; he did not
observe any hing peculiar about him a.
first and not until the warm, affectionate shake
ofthe hand was over, did he notice that his eyes
were filled with tears, and dismal, gloomy black
Grape, hung from his hat. He started, and ina
hollow voice, that had desolate dreariness in
the very tone, he said,
"Elizabeh is dead -
At first he was not comprehended. A vacant,
hcrrid laugh, that echoed. strangely through the
still room, was his only answer-then he repea-
ted the words, and The features ofmy friend be.
came pale and motonless as marble-then he
sat down In chair, and covered his face with
his hands, but not word; not a breath broke
the silence. There was something alarming
in his calnlness; it seemed like the silence of
the heavy black cloud, just before it launches
Its destructive tightening from its bosom. He
b eckoned and wished to be alone. He was
left in solitude. would not proftne the subiec,
by attempting to describing his feelings. There
was dark, horrible confusion in his mind, like
some accursed dream glaring around him; ard
The night troled away its long hours ofspeepless
agony.
The next day.w the funeral; and when the
sun rose in his own glory aud all The "pomp &.
circumstance" of day began to beam upon the
face of nature, and the merry voice ofmen some
times came upon the breeze, and the carts rat
tied ruddley along, and all around was business
and adventure, unaffected by the great event tha,
had come like an ocean of scorching fire upon
the paradlce ofhis heart-he recoected, and he
said, to-day is her funerall' His benumbed
mind dweltupon the words, but there was so : e
thing underlined, and almost incomprehensible
in them. She was to be buried fat Eve in the
afternoon. The clock stuck four; he put on
his hat and went to her house. He thought
twenty times he heard her sweety toned, laugh
ing voice, Ls lie Lassed along He turned his
, head once or twice to seq il she was not at his
shoulder, but there was nothing, and he wal
Ged On. He saw the house, and Isought ever,
window-but Elizabeth was not there. II,
rang the bel-the servant came, weeping; HI
looked al him, and walked on-- he passed int
the parloI>-ihe chair which she had occupe,
when he was there before, was standing in the
very same place; and there was her piano-he
almost fancied he heard music; he listened,
sob from the next room came like ice upon hi
heart, and he sat down. Her mother came into
he room; her face was serene in grief, but thu
first burst was over, and she was comparavel,
calm. She asked him if he would look at tn
= corpse. lie knew she was dead, but the blum
question shook every nerve 10 his frame, ant
seemed to breathe death upon his soul. H
arose and followed the bereaved mother. Ther
was an air Of death in the apartment, and var
u nished coffin was on the table, white col
D flung carefully at the head, few friends sat ant
wept in silence. muaing OH the beauties and vr
(. tues ofthe being they were about TO consigu
i the cold earth. He walkod up TO the table, {
!, stood as still, and pale and motoness, as tn
form that lay, stretched before him. He woul
' have torn away the veil that covered that face
/ but he could not; he felt that he might as we
Il have attempted to heave mountain from It's rock
= base, The mother saw; she fel-a' motht
o can iceland she silently uncovered her beau
= tilul countenance. 1t broke upon him IN all il
luveliness. 8. There was the sane white fore
% head-the sleepy eye-th0 cheek that had kiss
ed so fondly, the lips that had spoken. sue
Il sweet sounds. He gazed at her corpse wit
E the intensity oflhought. Her living image wa
8 before him. he saw her smiling, he behold he