Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, W.T. [i.e. Wis.]) 1843-1844, 1843-09-09

Inc deptns OF anguish anu iemorSe, and
told, too plainly to be misunderstood
even by an apathetic husband, that the
treasures Of that heart which he had no
claim to it SO fooiishly sought to pos.
sess, had long since been transferred
to casket whence no earthly power
could withdraw them. The shock that
Emily received by meeting with Gle.
ment rendered the immediate prosecu.
ton of their contemplated journey in.
expedient, and Morton and his miser.
able consort returned TO their mansion.
For weeks-aye, months, did Emily
linger sorrow-stricken maniac; and
the hectic flush of her cheek, and the
pelucid whiteness of her marble brow.
gave silent, but fearful monitions of the
approach of the fell destroyer. Find
ing every effort 10 revive the dropping
flower vain; and feeling conscious that
his presence rather added 10, than al
leviated hersufferings Morton at length
resolved to quit her presence for sea-
sop, and leave her 10 the society of
much loved brother who had just re-
turned from a foreign country after
many years. absence. He accordingly
arranged his business, and, with heavy
heart, babe adieu for time to the land
of his birth. Fate had decreed, how
ever, that Morton should never return.
For many weary months, Emily, who,
though her heart could never truly
love the object of her anxiety, still felt
a wife's sympathy for her husbands
fate, looked vainly for tidings FROM her
absent lord. At length they came, and
they were those Of shipwreck and death
the vessel had been wrecked on her
outward passage, and all on board had
perished
The heart of Emily, familiar with
sorrow, bowed with resignation be-
meath the blow. She was now alone
in the world, but for the society Other
brother, and the shadows Of the buried
dead, the companions ofby-gone years,
who reposed in the little village grave
yard, near which stood the cottage in
which she resided. To this humble
cemetery would she often repair, and
as she pruned the spreading sweet-brl-
ar, planted by the hand of Clement by
his sisters grave, tear drops would fall
upon flowers that decked the sod, and
her mind would revert 10 the hour
when by that grave her plighted faith
was breathed to the long long lost Gle
ment Mildred.
One evening as she was sitting by
her cottage window which looked into
the village graveyard contemplating
the beauty of the full brown briar by
the grave Of her early Friends sudden
thought of other days rushed upon her
memory, and she became lost in med
itation.
"This evening six years ago." at
length she murmured, "Clement and
parted at that grave! 1t seems but as
yesterday, yet what ages Of sorrow are
comprised in that little space Of timel
| will repair to the silent spot, and Of
fer up prayer for his happiness ifliv-
ing, or his eternal welfare il dead'
So saying she proceeded to the grave
and was soon engaged in deep devotion.
AT the moment (which we are wri-
ting. stranger might have been seen
to enter the little enclosure from the
direction Of the village church, and APP
proach the spot where Emily, partly
concealed by the spreading briar,
kneeled beside fower-decked grave.
He was habited, like herself il deep
mourning, and his sunburnt features
wore an expression of settled meln-
choly. He had already arrived at The
spot at which the fair devotee was kneel-
ing before her presence was discovered.
He now hastily drew back with an in
voluntary exclamation of surprise, and
would have left the place, but for thrill
of recognition which ran through his
frame as the startled being rose from
heI devotions, and turned upon him an
enquiring glance. Pale as the whitest I
marble for a moment she gazed upon
the stranger then sunk in a swoon upon
the green sward. Their recognition
had been mutual, and Clement and
Emily had again met by the grave Of
their early friend. A miniature which
rested upon her now throbless bosom
told where her thoughts had lately
been.
Years came and went and the sweet
hriar hlnomed. and hannv faces. some