Lincoln telegraph. [volume] (Bath, Me.) 1836-1846, 1841-12-23
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From the Philadelphia Saturday Courier.
THE NERVOUS WIFE.
BY EMILY FRANCES.

TWAS October, bright, exhilarating October,
when few only of the forest trees had put on
their gay autumnal dress The sturdy oak, the
spreading elm, still maintained the freshness of
their summer green; but the maple and the
cum, clothed in brilliant scarlet, contrasted beau
tifully with the surrounding verdure. Thus
thought Caroline Mordaunt, as she stood beside
her lover, and listened to the glowing language
with which he pointed out the beauties of nature.
Her own cheek rivalled the gay tint, when, turn
ing to her, he said
"Next time, Caroline, we gaze on these beau
ties together, you will be my bride"
The sun set in glory that night, and the lovers
gazed upon it with softened hearts. Lacy whis-
pered, as he pressed her closely to him
"Thus, my Caroline, may the sun of our mar
ried life arise, uncouded pursue its course, and
60 down. Sorrows, dearest, are the lot of all ;
but may our affection, ever bright and glowing,
soften them. Adieu Tomorrow may call you
mine; and it shall be my prayer, that may full
fill the solemn VOWS then to be made.
Caroline was young and beautiful, the only
child of wealthy parents. Their delight had been
to indulge and crafty her, and she had returned
their love and affection and, in her turn, devo-
ted herself to them To part with her, was
great trial; but Charles Lacy was especial
avourite, and Mr.. Mordaunt declared, if he must
give his Garry away, he would rather give her to
Charles than any one in the world. The last
evening spent together, and If the tear occa-
sionally started in the mothers eye, when she
thought of parting with her daughter, still it was
one of subdued happiness. The hours passed
swiftly away. and Caroline received the accus-
toned "good night kiss with new feelings.
The eventful day dawned, bright and clear.
Mrs. Mordaunt stole into her daughters chamber,
at an early hour, and bent her, as she slept,
with all the tenderness of mother. The flushed
cheek spoke OF excitement; and the bright au-
burn tresses, escaped from their confinement,
told of restlessness.
Caroline awoke, and, overcome by this new
proof of her mothers affection burst into tears.
But tears do not long remain in the eye of
young and ardent being on her wedding day
Her bridesmaids were in attendance, to deck her
in the pure white satin the costly veil was
thrown in graceful folds over her, and the orange
blossom peeped from beneath. There was a
speaking eloquence in her bright blue eye, it
met the gaze of her lover. He drew her arm
proudly beneath his own, when, receiving her
from her father at the altar he led her down the
aisle of the church, as his wife. Mr.. Lacy's
splendid equipage stood at the door awaiting them
The bridal party returned to her fathers and
passed the evening, as such evenings usually are
passed Who ever heard of bride who did not
look better than she had ever done before? and
Caroline was always the loveliest of the lovely.
A happy week passed away, ere she left ''the
home of her childhood's mrth.' Mrs. Mordaunt
requested an hour with her in her dressing room
alone
"You are going, my daughter, said she, "to
other duties, than those which have hitherto been
yours; and while do not doubt you will endea-
your to fulfil them, almost tremble, as you go
from your home, lest, like too many other women
with equally fair prospects, you make shpwreck
of your happiness. Nay my child listen pa
tiently. Strange as it may appear TO you, it is
too often the case. Although you have ever been