Boon's Lick times. [volume] (Fayette, Mo.) 1840-1848, 1841-11-06

But he. rejoicing he ls tree,
Bounds like the captive from his cham,
And wiltuliy believing she
Hath found her liberty ngaln."--L, f. Ia.
If there is any act which deserves deep
and bitter condemnation, it is that OF tr-
fling with the inestimable gift of woman's
affection. The female heart may be COM
pared to a delicate harp over which the
breathing OF early affections wander, until
each tender chord is awakened to tones Of
inetable sweetness. 1t is the music of the
soul which is thus called forth--a music
sweeler than the fall of mountains, or the
song of the Hour in the Moslems Paradise.
But wo tor the delicate fashionng of that
harp il change pass over the love which
first called forth its hidden harmonles.-Let
neglect and cold unkindness sweep over its
delicate strings, and they will break one al
ter another,--sowly Perhaps but surely.
UnviSited and unrequited by the light of
love, the soui-iike melody will he hushed in
harmony OF The g.ptian statue, before the
coming of sunrise.
Ihave been wandering amorg the graves
the lonely and solemn graves
] love at times to do So. feel melan.
choly not unaied to pleasure in commu
ming with the reslng-pIace of those who
have gone before me-to gn forth alone Il.
mong the lhronged tombStOnes, rising irons
every grassy undulation like the ghOStiv SEN
tiue's OF the departed. And when knee
aUOvc the narrow mansions Of one whom
have known and loved in life. | feel y
strange assurance that the spirit al the
sleeper is near me-a vieWeSs and MINIS
tetlnr angel. 1t is beautiful philosophy.
which has found its way unsought for and
mvsteriously into the silence Of my heart
and if it be only dream-the unreal I'M
agerv Of fancy pray God that may ne
yer awaken from the beautiful delusion.
have been this evening by the grave OF
Emily. 1t has plain white, fiat tombstone,
hidden by flowers, and you may read its
mourniuI ePitaph IN the clear moonlight,
which falls upon it like the smile OF an an.
gel, through an oPenngln to the dr"oPnJ
branches. Emily was a beautiful gir-the
lairest of our vliage maidens. think
see her now, as she looked when the loved
one-the idol of her afection-was near
her with his smile OF conciouS triumph and
exulting love. She had then seen hui
eighteen summers, and her whole being
seemed woven Of the dream of her first pas
s;ons. The object of her love was proud
and wavward beIng-Whose naughty spirit
uever lelaNed from its habitu1l SternnesS
save when he found himself in the presence
of the young and beautiful creature who
had trusted her all upon the overture OF
her VOW and who loved him with the con.
fdiug earnestness of a pure and devoted
heart. Nature had deprived him of the out
ward graCes and beauty; and II was the a
hiding consciousness of this, which gave tc
his intercourse with society a character o
pride and sternneSs. lie felt himself il
some degree removed from his fellow mer
by the partial tashionng of nature; and h
scorned 70 seek nearer affinity. His min,
was of an exalted bearing, and prCdIgal o
beauty.-The towers of poetry were IN hl
Imagination perpetual bl"ssuming; ana I
was to his intellectual beauty that Emily
bent down--bearing 10 the alter OF her lido
the fair flowers of her aHectlon-even a
the dark eyed daughters OF the ancient Che
her spread out their offerings from The gar
dens of the East upon the alter OF the Sun
There is surprising strength IN lov'
ike that Of Emily 's-lt has nothing gross
nor low. nor earthly in its yearnngs---l
has its source in the deeper fountains thu
human heart-and is such as the redeemed
and sanctilied from earth might feel for ont
another, in the fair land OF spirits. Alas
that such love should be unrequited-o
turned back in GOODNESS and darkness upor
the crushed heart of its giver!
They parted Emily and her lover--bu
not before they had vowed eternal constan