Jeffersonian Republican. [volume] (Stroudsburg, Pa.) 1840-1853, 1842-06-08

opening in the dropping branches. Emily was
beautiful girl-the falrest of our village mai
denS. | think | see her now, as she looked
when The loved One-the idol of her affections,
was near her, with his smile of conscious tri-
umph and exulting love. She had then seen but
Is summers, and her whole being seemed woven
of the dream of her first passion. The object
of her love was a proud and wayward being
whose naughty spirits never relaxed from It's
habilual sternness, save when he found himself
In the presence of young and beautiful crea-
lure, who had trusted her all on The "venlure Of
her vow," and who had loved him with the con-
6dlng earnestness of pure and devoted heart
! Nature had deprived him of the advantages Of
outward grace and beauty and it was the abb
ding consciousness of this, which gave 10 his
intercourse with society character of pride
and sternness. He felt himself in some degree
removed from his fellow men by the partial
lashioning of nature; and he scorned 10 seek
nearer affinity. His mind was of an exalted
bearin: and prodigal of beauty. The flowers
Of poetry were in his Imagination, a perpetual
blossoming; and it was 10 his intellectual beau
ty that Emily knelt down-bearing 10 the altar
of her IDOL The fair flowers of her Affection
even the dark eyed daughters of the ancient
Gheber spread oul their offerings from the gar
dens of the east, upon the altar OF the sun.
There is a surprising strength in love like
that Of Emily's-it has nothing gross or low,
nor earthly in lis yearnngs-it has It's source
in the dearer fountains of the heart-and in such
as The redeemed and sanclhed from earth
might feel for one another, in The fair land Of
spirits. Ala! that such love should be unre-
quiled-or turned back in GOODNESS upon The
crushed heart of It's girer!
They Paried-Emlly and her lever-but not
before they had vowed eternal conslancy to each
other The one retired 10 the quiet of her home
10 dream over again the scenes OF her early
passion--to count with untring eagerness the
hours Of separations and to weep over the long
Interval of "hope deferred" The other went
out with strong heart TO mingle with the world
-girded with pride and impelled forward by
ambition. He found the world cool, callous,
and selfish; and his own spirit insens5y lock
The hue OF those around him. He shut his eyes
upon the Past-it was TOO pure and mildly beau
tiiul for the Sternner gaze of his manhoed-ail
beautiful and holy as il was-he turned not back
10 the young and lovely devoted girl, who had
poured out 10 him in the cOnfiding earneslness
of woman'S confidence, the wealth Of her af1ec
ton. He came not back 10 fulfil the VOW which
he had blightened.
Slowly and painfully the knowledge of her
lovers ihfdeliy came over the sensitive heart
Of Emily. She sought for a time 10 shut out
the horrible suspicion from her ruind--she half
doubted the evidence of her own senses--she
could not believe that he was lIailor-lor her
own memory had treasured every token of her
affecton-erery impassioned word and every
endearing smile Of his tenderness. But the
truth came al lasl--lhe doubtful spectre which
had long haunted, and from which she turned
away, as If it were sin to look upon il, now
stood before her, dreadful and unspeakable
vision of reality. There was one burst Of pas
sionate tears--he overflow Of that fountain of
affic,on which quenches the last ray of hope
in the desoae bosom---and she was calm---ior
the struggle was over, and she gazed steadily,
and with awful confidence Of one whose hopes
are not on earth, upon the dark valley Of death
whose shadow was already around her.
1t was beautiful evening in summer, that
saw her for The last time. The sun was just
setting behind long line of blue and undula.
ting hills, touching their tall SUBMITS with ra-
dance like the halo that encircles the dazzling
brow OF an angel: and all nature had put on the
rich garniIure Of greenness and blossom. AS
approached the quiet and secluded dwelling of
the snce happy Emily, found the door of the
lille parlor thrown open; and female voice Of
sweetness, which could hardly be said to be-
long TO earth, stole out upon the soft summer
air. 1t was like the breathing of an AIolian
lutte TO The gentIest visitation Of zephyr. lnrol-
unfairly paused 10 listen, and these words,
which shall never forget, came upon my ears
like the low and melancholy music which we
sometimes hear in dreams.
Oh-no-I do not fear to die,
For Hope and Faith are bold;
And life is but WEAKNESS
And Earth is strangely cold
In view Of Deaths pale solitude
My spirit hath not mourned-
IT'S kinder than forgotten love,
Or friendship unrequited
And could pass the shsdowed land
In rapture all the while
II one who is now far away
Were near me with his smile.
1t seems dreary thing TO die
Forgotten and alone