The North-Carolina standard., 1842-11-30
From the Georgia 'Orion.'
THE ANGEL BRIDE.
A TALE
rpoM THE MSS. OF LATE PHYSICIAN.

FROM THE MSS OF LATE PHYSICIAN.
II was eyenino-the evening Of q summer Sab
bath The sweet hush of Nature, unbroken oy
single Sound of busy life, harmonlzed out loo
nainfnllv with the oppressive stiffness which per-
vaded the chamber whittier my footsteps were
bent. 1t was on the ground floor of pretty resi-,
dence in the outskirts of the village of C Its
open windows overlooked n garden where Taste
and Beauty reigned supreme-a second Eden,
which extended with a scarce perceptl6le declna-
ton to the very margin of stream, where II was
bounded by white picket, and heGge OF low
trimmed shrubbery, over which the eye caught
the flashing waters as they swept on, glowing lii
the crimson radiance of the sunset
entered the house, and stepping lightly along
carpeted passage tapped softly at the door oil the
chamber ofsickness of Death
welcome, Doctor said the silvery voice of a
LADY. who sat by low couch, partially hung with
white drapery. 'Welcomei the dear sufferer IS
now in a quiet sumber-but must presently a
wake, and one of her first inquiries VIII be 1or
you
How is your sweet Lucy nowF
SHE has been quiet and apparently comfortable
all day. 1t is her Sabbath. doctor, as well as the
worshippers who go up to the earthly courts OF
our loved Zion sOh!' she adied while the sun
light of oy rradiated her features, pale with long
vigils al the bedside of, her sweet Lucy-.Oh! !
how full of consolation Sthis scene of mortal SUI
fering of earthly bitterness OF otexpIrlng nope!
yes, nv dear FRIEND [ replied, your cup of
aflction is indeed sweetenrd from on high.
have seen Death to-day clad in his robes of terror
He took from my hopeless care victim all un-
prepared even after long anil fearful warning;
and the recollection of the sad Struggle the terri
BILE anguish of the vanquished the fierce triumph
of the Conqueror, and the piercing wall of exhaus-
ted Nature, haunt my memory still and even IN
this earthly paradise l cannot forget them
sAnd is poor Edwards gone at last to his dread
account Oh! how fearful and the gentle lady
covered her face and wept
Some time elapsed. l fingered at the couch OF
Lucy till she should awake, and taking from the
stand small though elegant copy of the Bible,
opened its silver clasp, and my eye caught the
simple inscription on its fy-Ieaf: TO my Lncy-
a parting gift from Clarence 1 had designed to
read portion of the word, but thought was for
the time engrossed.
1 had known Lucy May from her infancy, and
she was scarcely less dear to me than my own
daughter Indeed, they had grown up like twin
blossoms, and were together almost every hour of
the day Seventeen summers they had each num-
bered-though Lucy was some months elder
No brother nor sister had either of them, and
hence the intensity of mutual love- Their
Thoughts their affections, their desires, their pr
suits were in common. They called each other
SISTER, and their intercourse honored the endear
ing name.
And CIarence-the giver ofthc little volume in
nv hand-who was he? Clarence Hamilton
was the son of my best earthly friend and nobler
youth-in all the lofty faculties and endowments
of the heart and intellect; never rejoiced IN the
vigor of life and earl manhood. To him had
Lucy been betrothed for more than year, and
he was now absent from the village though We
trusted when each sun rose, that its setting would
bring him back in answer to our cautious sum-
mons Especially had hope and expectation
grown within our hearts on that evening, yet had
not word been spoken on the subject by the wild
owed mother of the lovely Lucy. At length,
however, she raised her head, and observing the
open volume in my hand-she said, in an assumed
tone of chcerfulness
4 trust Clarence, will come this evening. 1t is
now -
sClarencer said the sweet patient, opening her
dark eyes, and looking eagerly around. Her
eve rested only on her mother and myself and
with slight quiver on her lip, and sad smile,
she said,
s1e is not comeP
NO my darling he has not yet come; but
there is more than an hour to the close of day,
and then -"
God grant he mag come,' said the maiden, and
she added with energy-ifit it be His holy will.
Oh!-Doctor, my kind, dear friend, your Lucy
IS wearing away faSt is She not! ana then OBJ
serving the emotion which attempted to conceal,
she said: But am better today am l not?
Where is Ellen-why does she not GOMEZ Her
mother turned an inquiring glance upon me as l
took the thin white hand of the young girl in mine,
and marked the regular but feeble beatings of the
pulse.
Shall send for your daughter, Doctor 7-She
asked
acquiesced, and in a few minutes Ellen was
sobbinp violently with her face hidden on the ho
som of her sister
Ellen my sweet sister, said Lucy, your father
has told me that I must leave you-and her voice
faltered-my own dear mother-and -. but
she did not utter the of her lover for at that