The Cecil Whig., 1843-04-01

ness Of existence was joy---as if she
might almos! fear to think how
glad she was.' left her with heart as
light as was her fairy figure, aud dreamed
not that a blight coUd ever cross the
pathway of one so fair and gifted; for she
was a child OF poetry and sentiment, and
i regarded the world as Il fair page, where
! Che ideal and tie true were beautifully and
harmoniously mingled.
Years robled by. and returned to see
that bud Of beauty victim of neglect, a
mere pIaything for Il wolldling, the lor-
gotten toy Of i man Of fashion, who wor
shipped only at the shrine OF NIammon,
and whose naughty heart knew no law.
save that of sell, aud esteemed naught so
much as his own imagined superiority
But alas! it was her misfortune to give
her young affections, and all the trusting
love of wuman's heart to one SO unwor-
thy.7
In vain the kind hearted Frank sought
to cheer her dropping spirits; his bencvo
lent cXertions were too late. Day after
day she had lived on hope, until she was
weary of hoping, and then came despair,
for to a sensitive and delicate mind
there is no medium. Oh, when will man
proud man, learn not to tric with the al
ieclions he does not prize? When will
he learn that the heart IS a sacred thing
that it is cruel mockery, a deep and dead
ly sin to sport with lis pure emotions.
for the mere momenary qualification Of
| proving his own power. Oh, who shall
tell how many bright bud of promise
has been thus nipped by the destroyer?
Who can tell what deep sighs have been
brcalhcd from many an agonized heart.
ant how many characters, that might
have lived TO bless and adorn the world,
have been the prey Of those nsldious ly-
rants, who have put forth therpower to
| destroy, and glolied in the fascination,
which enabled them to spread desulation
in the pathway Of those whom THE FAITH
Err OF ALL had designed that they should
cherish and project
] will sketch the carly history OF Mari
ii Waldo, who was one Of the many vic
TINS at the shrine Of mans vanity. She
was the only daughter Of a wealthy plan
! ter. and, as is the custom in the Southern
States, she was scHt to a convent, to re-
| cevc an educaton; she had been there
two years, when her father was taken
sick, and died. Upon examining his ai-
fairs, it was found that he was insoIvcnt.
The widow aud daughter retired to the
little cottage ! have before described, fol-
lowed by two or three blacks, who had
been born in the family. 1t was soon at-
ter their removal to the cottage, that she
became acquainted with Mr. Moreton. She
received from him all those tender and
| delicate attentions that the most engr0s-
sing love could desire, but yc the never
c0mmiNcd himself; and, while he scrupu-
lously avoided the acordS, his manner said
all which devoted love might prompt, and
she fondly believed herself his chosen
one, and yielded TO him her hearts best
affection. He was coldIy going on, en-
joying this new triumph, this added tri-
butte to his powers Of fascination. He
had tried, and with entire success, every
art of hich he was the master, TO gain
her affections; he was ever by her side, at
home and abroad, and yet, without one
pang of seli-reproach. hD would calmly
say he had neither wish nor thought up
on the subject, beyond the amusement Of
the present hour, and certainly he was not
in fault if she had given her love uuaSkcd,
without even a promise ola return, for he
had never told her that he loved her. in
words he never had; but may not actions
and looks sometimes speak Ill far loud
or aNd more emphatic manner to the
heart, than Words Is language the only
medium of expressions for the deep and
burning emotions Of the hcart2 But his
actions and words were both mystery,
for whi.c she was fondIy believing III her
Ecart, that he was truly devoted to her,
not by any mere form of words, but by
his constant devotion, and untold proofs
of affection, she heard of his engagement
to Clara Manning, leSicII heiress. 1t was
long before she would be convinced of
the tra,h Of such report, for it is hard 10
believe those we have truly loved are un-
worthy Of our regard. She was deli
IilC ilONtl, VIC W oI w thI DlllIllt lllviipI
was too rough for hel; he had launched
her all on iie's troubled sea; her Irai bark
had been wrecked, and rillcd of lis t "a
sure, and sent back worthless lhiag. She
dropped gradually al first; then come Oh
the quick consumption; and she was often
heard to say she could not live, and see
him giving 10 another the fond devoted
expressions Of love be had formerly bes-
towod upon her; but she was willing to
die, for she knew there was "a better land,
where all could enjoy true happiness. On
the very day that wealth and spIcndor did
their utmost, to grace the nuptals of the
cold, naughty, and selfish Alorcton, her
pure spirit took its flight, and Frank, the
true friend. was the last to leave her dy
ing couch, and bear to the hcartlcss
wording her parting words of forgiveness,