, 1843-04-01
The Broken Heart.
By C. d. PRENTICE.

The Broken Heart.
By C. d. PRENTICE.
lhave seen the infant sinking down
like a stricken flower, to the grave
4 the strong dan %fierceIy breathing ON,
his soul on lie field ofbattle the mis-.
cradle convst standing upon the seal.
fold with a Pep curse quivering ON
his ups. i've viewed death in al
ats ior'ns OF darkness and vengeance
WIN a fearless eye-but | could new
Ter Ga1e~u2on woman, fading away
lre' htle world with an uncompl,ln.
lng meianchol, ; without feeling the
+ fery fountains Of life turnei to tears
and dust. Death is always terrible
but when a form Of angel beauty is
Passing off 10 the silent land of Sleep
srs, the heart feels that something
svely is ceasing from existence, and
roods with a sense of utter desola-
bn over the lonely thoughts that
eme up like spectresf on the graves
haunt our midnight musings.
Two years ago, ! took up my resi-
ace in a country village in the east
p1rt of New En- gland. Soon af
my arrival. | became Acquainted
&its Efe<sly giri,- apparently about
seventeen years. Of age. She had
lost the idol of her pure hearts pu-
rest love, and the shadow Of deep and
holy memories rested like the,wing Of
death u,,on her brow. | frsfamet
her ia the presence of the mirthluf-
she was indeed a creature 10 he wor-
shiped--her brow was earianded by
she young years sweet fowers-her
yellow locks were hanging beautiful
Is and low upon her bosom. and she
moved through he crowd with such
n floating unearthly grace, that the
b~ewildered gazer looked almost to see
her faint away in the air, like the cree
: atiog Of some pleasant dream. Shl
seemed cheerful and even gay, but j
saw that her eayety was but the
mocEery OF her feelings. She smiled
but there was someltinIin that smile
which told that lis aful beauty
was bat the bright Ct,on Ola tear
and her eyelids at times closed
heavily down as if struggling TO ex'
press the tide ofagony that was burs:-
ing up from her hearts secret urn.
She IooAed as If she could have left
the scene of festivity and gone on,
beneath the quiet stars. and laid her
forehead down upon the fresh green
earth, and poured out her stricken
soul. gush after gu>h. ill it mingled
with the etc rnal lountain of life and
purity.
DAYS and weeks passed on, and
that sweet girl gave NE her conf
ceace. and | become TO her as a broth
er. The smile up,n her lip was faint,
the purple veins upon her neck grew
visible, and the cadence Other voice
become daily mole weak and tremu-
lous.--On a quiet evening III June.
wandered out with hef in the open
air. IL was then that she first told me
the tales of her passion, and of the
blight that come DOVE Ike mIldew
upon her life love had been a portion
OF Ter existence. lis tendrils had
beentwined rounl her helrt in its
earliest year; and when hey were
sent away itleft a wound which flow,
ed till all The springs finer pul were
blood. 81 am passing awy," said
she, aand it should be so. The winds
have passed over my life, and the
bright bud ofhope and the sheet bios.
bom Of passion, are scattekd down
md lie whitening in the du. And
ret | cannot 60 down anon tombs
rilsout a tear. II is hard 10 take
eaye Of friends we love; IFS very
hard to bid farewell to til dear
scenes which from day to DIT have
caught the color ofmy life, an. sym
paihize with its joys and sorrows
The light grove where | have often
strayed with my buried love ard
where, at times, even now, the 1--WE !.
8 tones of his voice seem to CT ID
#stealing around me, till the whdt !
ee0mes one intense and mou az
ody, the pensive star in which
sill pictur his form looking dow
me, reckoning me on to his M
kht home; every flower and ryu
on which our early love has &c
Snndying seal, have become deaf Il
and | cannot without a sigh closs
n eyes upon them foreve"
12-.> i,sat, ho..l shat "a boo,,ti