Delaware Republican. (Wilmington, Del.) 1843-1874, 1843-02-24

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won fame and honor. He had called forth
the plaudits of the House, by his eloquence,
when the memorable question of a
was first introduced into Parliament. He
was received in the highest ranks of society
his acquaintance was courted, and he was
leader to the ton. Yet he was villain.
Many young heart had been robbed of its
virgin purity, by his libertinism. BEghted
hopes-unreunited love, agony and despair,
he had left in his train, but he was rich.-
Wealth can do much. 1t commands respect,
1t elevates its without it you are
nothing. The joke or anecdote of poor
man, is pointless-put it into the mouth of
Duke, or a Marquis, and 10 what bril-
Ii ant wit what sparkling humor! "Cir-
cumstances alter cases, saith The proverb. -
Truly they do.
Sophia c. was the daughter of a
purse-proud tradesman. She was a para
gon of beauty. Beauty was not her only
attraction. She had mind deeply stored
with valuable information an intellect of
rarest value. So much the greater triumph
for Sir ID.
shall not follow him through his career
of infamy. lie attempted her virtue
Promises of marriage-golden hopes--high
rank---enviable greatness.---he was success
full
1t was Spring The gloomy winter had
passed. and the cold northern breezes were
felt no more.
Lightly danced the hours of the virtuous
and the happy. The warm sun had rcleas-
ed the butterflies of fashion from their
abodes, and Regent street was lined with ex-
quisites. Vehicles of all kinds and shapes
whirled through the giddy metropolis, and
smiling faces were mostly visible. In the
ipurlieus Of the city, Spring vas even more
made manifest. Trees and fields were as
suming their wanted branchcs---the sun
shed its invigorating influence over the
sward, and all nature seemed to feel its ma
gic spell. Delightful season Who doth
not own thy charms! The lusty yeoman
leaves his " household cares" and treads
the green fields with terminated step. The
gay residents of the City bask in the sun
shine of thy smiles, Spring, how delight
full!
Sophia c., was alone. She sat by
the window, on an April morning. Like
that tickle month. her-4aea. Sgas naaV-garna-
nished with n smile----anon, drenched in
tears. Sweet are pleasures of memory, to
those whose lives have been well spent.
banning to those who have run the career
of guilt.
She had once been happy. Hope sung
her syren notes of gladncss in her ear, and
fancy hallowed the scene. She had seen
Sir D. She had fallen in love with
him. So handsome in his person---so win
ming in his manners-so formed for all that
was viruous in life. She was deceived
The despoiler camc--she was happy no
more.
Pause We, who trust 10 the deceitful smiles
the soft melodious tones--ihe sympathet-
ic kneel of the fashionable beau Drink
not of the flaltcrer's cup! Ruin, destruc-
ton, madness, despair and death are there.
Touch not the fatal draught of bitterness
aud woe
A smile was visible on the countcnance
of Sophia c.. 1t was one of plea
sure. Memory had recalled the long, long
past, ere guilt had robbed her of her purity.
The events of her life were before her fancy.
Suddenly a tear dimmcd her eve. 1t was
at the thought of her present degradation.
How beautiful are the smiles of the youthful;
but oh how saddening, when changed 10
tears
Sophia G was like lovely flower
cut down by the blasts of winter. There
were the wrecks of what she once had been.
high forehead-a nose inclning 10 the
Grecian mould-long, dark lashes over ewes
that sparkled like dew drops-nowing
ringets on either side of that bewitching
face, and form exquisiiely moulded were
the remnants OF the once peerless Miss
9.
The spring was gone! The summer had
passed. Bleak autumn and the still more
cherries winter had succeeded. Again and
again, they had rolled onward in their course.
Sophia c. had faded-even like the
eaf-worse. Imbued with moral princi-
ples--of nature too tender for the scorns
and bufletings of the world, her mind had
become diseased. Reason failed her-she
became Maniac.
Reader pause, ere this brief sketch be
hurried 10 oblivion, If thou art female
young. guileless and innocent, let not the
seductive smiles of the wealthy lure you to
the brink of that abyss, where persisted
/, Sophia c.. Hundreds have been
wrecked by those who give the word of
promise to our ear, and break it TO our hope.
Let not the gaudy tinsel of wealth, the
smiles of the arful, the persuasive arts of
rank deludes you. 1t is like the delusive
charm of tfe adder. 1t lures but to DESTROY
LoRD BRouGHAM-It is said this distinguished
individual lately, in playful mood, wrote the
following epitaph on himself;