New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1843-02-18

=, h. 90. ~ Tsa,1 The artis. died at her cha
teau-they were to have been married-she naS
av.r s;,ce worn weeds for him. And The remainder
YOU mus, inagine-for here we are
Tho Baroness leaned with her elbow upon
.,.I, ,,ble of or uaolu, and her position was so
,eken that seated myself necessarily In streng
l;cb,. where her features were in shadow Still
the light was sufficient to show me the expression
Of her coun,enance. She was woman apparently
about forty-dve, of noble Physiognomy and Pc
culiar fullness Of the eyelid-something like to
which thought remember to have seen IN
portrait Of young girl many years before. Inc
resemblance troubled me somewhat.
"You will pardon me this freedom" said the
Baroness with forced compoaure, "when l tell
you, that-a friend-whsm have mourned TWEEN
ty-6ve years-seems present to nae when you
speak,
was silent, for knew not what to say. The
Baroness shaded her eyes with her hand, and sat
silent for few moments, gazing at me.
4" You are not like him in single feature, she
resumed, "yet the expression ofyour taco strange
", very strangely is the same. lie was darker
sghter -
sof my age 7" inquired, to break my own 81
lence. For there was something in her voice which
pave me the sensation of voice heard in dream.
"Oh God that voice that. voice !" she ex.
claimed wildly burying her face in her hands, and
giving way TO passionate burst of tears.
"Rodolph," she resumed, recovering herself
with strong effort, "Rodolph died with prom
Use on his lips that death should net divide U.s.
And have seen him. Not in dreama-net in re-
yerie-not at times when my fancy could delude
me. have seen him suddenly before me in the
street-in Vienna-here-at home at MONDAY
for minutes together, gazing on me. 1t was more
in latter years that have been visited by him and
hope has latterly sprung into being IN my near.
Il know not how-.hat in person, palPaole ana
breathing, should again hold converse with him
fold him living to my bosom. Pardon me! You
will think me mad p
might we'll pardon her; for, as she talked,
vague sense of familiarity with her voice, memo
ry. powerful though indistnct, of having before
dwelt on those majestic features, an impulse OF
fearful passionateness to rush to her embrace,
well-nigh overpowered me. She turned to nae
again.
&c You are an artist Z" said she inquiringly.
"Ne; though intended for one, believe, by ma
ture."
"And you were born in the year -
I was!
With scream she added the day of my birth,
and waiting an instant for my assent, dropped to
the aoor and chung convulsivey and weeping to my
knees,
"Rodolph Rodoph!" she murmured family, as
her long grey tresses fell over ne shoulders, ana
her head dropped insensibly upon her breast.
Her cry had been heard and several persons en-,
tered the room. Irushed out of doors. had need
TO be in darkness and alone.
It was an hour after mid might WI hen reentered
my hotel. A chasseur stood sentry at the door OF
nv apartment with letter in his hand. He called
me by narne gave me his missive, and disappeared.
1t was from the Baroness, and ran thus:
"You did not retire from me to sleep. This
letter will find you waking. And | must write,
for my heart and brain are overfowing.
"Shall I write to you IS stranger You
whom have strained SO often to my bosom-you
| whom have loved and still love with the utmost
idolatry of moral passion-you who have once
| given me the soul that, like q gem long lost, IS
| found again, but in newer cesket Mine still
for did we not swear to love forever !!
"But am taking counsel of my own heart only.
| You may still be unconvuced. You may think
| that few singular eoncidences have driven me
| mad You may think that, though born In the
same hour that my Rodolph died, possessing the
! Same voice, the same countenance, the same gifts
though by irresistible consciousness l know you
| to be him-my lost lever returned in another body
to life--you may still think the evidence incom-
pete-you may perhaps, even now, be smiling in
pity at my deluson. Indulge one moment.
1.-THE Rodoph Isenberg whom lost, possessed
| faculty Of mind, which, if you are he, answers
! with the voice of an angel to my appeal. In that
soul resided. and, wherever it be, must no1 reside
the singular power
| (The reader must be content with my omission
of this fragment of the letter. 1t contained Sc
cret never before clothed in anguage-a secret that
| will die with me, unles betrayed by what indeed
| it may lead to-madness AS | saw it in writing
defined accurately and inevitably in the words
ef another-I felt as if the innermost chamber OF
nv soul was suddenly laid open to the day aban-
| doaed doubt answered to the name by which
| she called me- believed in the previous exist
ence of which my whole life, less than these ex-
| ,raordiuery circumstances, had furnished me with
| repeated evidence. But, to resume the letter.
| Is And now that We know each other again
| now that | can call you by name, as In the past,
| aud be sure that your Utmost consciousness must
reply--a new terror seizes me- Your soul comes
back, youthfuy and newly clad, while mine, though
| of unlading freshness and yoHthfulness within,
| shows to your eye the same outer garment grown
dull with mourning and faded with the wear OF
| time. Am I grown distasteful! Is it with the
sight only of this new body that you look upon
me Rodoph spirit that was my devoted and
| passionate admirer soul that was sworn to me
| forever lam 1.-The same Margaret, rebound and
recognised, grown repulsive7 Oh God! What a
bitter answer would this be to my prayers for your
return to me
81 will trust in Him whose benign goodness
smiles upon fdelityin love. Twill prepare filter
meeting for two who parted as lovers. You shall
not see me again in the house of stranger and in
| mourning attire. When this letter is written l
will depart at once for the scene of OUT love. l
hear my horses already in the courtyard, and
while you read this am speeding swiftly home.
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