, 1842-10-15
VOL. I.-N0. so.
FIRST LOVE.

And tomorrow is thy bridal day,
my love, and art thou sure the n to
whom thou art betrothed has thy
young hearts first love |?
Il never knew what twas TO love
till ] saw him, mother
q knew it, Cora, and now, if thou
wilt listen, III relate to thee the story
of my early love-
sOh, do. dear mother; It's what /
have so long wished to hear, yet fear,
ed to ask, for thy mournful smile and
the burrows on thy placid brow told
such a tale of SORROW |
.Ah, Cora, my path through life has
not all been strewn with roses, and
the many that now envey my bound
less wealth, know not what bllghted
hearts may beat in loudly palaces. l
was the only heir Of a noble house,
the favored of fortune, and yet, at the
age of sixteen, | loved with all the
warmth of my ardent, susceptible
nature, n who moved in humble
walks Of life. Yes, deeply, devoted
", loved a lowborn painter. Low
born! yet natures nobility was stamp
ed upon his open brow, genius flash
ed from his eye, and his step was as
rirm and stately as the produest noble
in the land. /, who had ever been
INDUCED in all my hayward fancies'
Welded to this all. absorbing master
spirit Love-
sAnd did he love you mother
sHe might as well have loved some
bright particular star and thought to
wed it, as to have aspired to the hand
of Lady Edith. And yet knew ne
loved me, though he dared not tell 1t;
for in all the creations of his genius,
in every face of surprising loneliness
that beamed from his canvass, mine
could be traced, so different. yet the
same. All! little did he know, when
welded another, that he possessed
the pure and priceless love OF my
priceless heart. l piighted my vows
to one, who boosted a long line OF no
BILE ancestors, whose riches monarchs
might have envied; vainly thinking
gratiied pride could supply the place
Of love; and as | stood before the al
tar, coldly and calmly promising TO
love and cherish him; my heart was
far away. Z But Lord Windham was
nv husband, and as such entitled to
ali my love, and long and earnestly:
did | struggle TO Danish the image OF
another n not unknown to fame, my
eye would brighten and would al
most fear my hearts wild tunlultnous
throbbings might be heard. Oh, how
bitterly would ! reproach myself
when my husbands fond look was
bent on me, to think that he, who so
loved and trusted me little knew my
signs were not for him, and that, IN
nv stately chamber, hung with gor;
geous drapery. bitter tears bestowed
my downy pillow, as sighed Tor a
lowlier lot.
Fair children grew about me, and
time passed on, and my husbands en-
during kindness at length Won my
heart. 1t was not the wild passion
ate love of my early days; but a calm
tranquil affection founded on esteem
And Everard Mortimer had taken a
gentle bride and found that happiness
in a simple cot that does not always
dwell in palaces; and'l.couldihear his
name now all unmoved; could think
of him with cold indifference; and
vet could never meet him without a
q~uickened pulse. When,deth. atilast,
took nv husband from me noun
ed for him long and deeply. had
always been kind and gentle to him,
and yet when l thought OF his many
virtues, and his all absorbing love.Ior
me, l wept tears to think l had not
loved him better. And now listen,
Cora, when l tell you that the one
who possesses all.youriove is the son
of Everard Mortimer. He is a for-
tune in himself, and is rich in possess.
ing your young hearts matchless al
fections. | do.not seek for thee a
brilliant alliance, for too well know
twill be but gilded misery, to sell
your heart for gold. No, / have
wealth enough for thee.and me: Fol-
low your own hearts impulses, and
nav your bright visions Of happiness
all be realised
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