The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1843-06-03

and one of Ilenry's letters. She had not
heard from him for months, and in his
silence was the darkest enigma that ever
her young heart had tried 10 solve. lie
could not be dead-no, no! Like the wife
of the gifted Raleigh, she believed that
"Living or dead, he would not tarry from her."
At this moment servant brought her a
letter and single glance told her that it
was from Henry. A glad cry escaped her
lips-she hastily opened it and instead of
the warm outpourlngs of lovers heart
she read fIenry's confession of his guilt
The servants heard shrek, and when
they came in they found their mistress,
apparently, llleess on the floor. For
many weeks afterwards Marie Dunbar
was IA maniac, and when she recovered,
her beauty was like that Of the lily which
had been crushed by the storm. With
a calmncss that savored not of earth, she
announced her intention OF quitting her
place Of birth forever. The old home
stead was sold, and the servants. many of
whom had grown grey in the service of
her family. crowded round her with tear
lul eyes as she bid them farewell. Again,
and for the last time, she knelt dowi up
on her mothers grave. A PRAYER akin to
His brealhed in the garden OF Gelhsemane
went W to Heaven, and then orphan was
alone, with none but COP to shield her!
In that year Of calamity. 1887, when
thousands were torn away by the hand
Of disease, was Sister of Charity in this
city whose origin none knew. but who
was universally beloved. Many bag
gard wretch in the Hospital, in his last a
gony, had breathed a prayer for the '.pae
lady," who, like az angel, had so kindly
relieved his wants. She never smiled
but a holy radiance would sometimes
overspread her beautiful features, and then
as she turned her deep blue eyes to hen
spirits home above, she looked like
being Of another world. Some said that
she carried in her breast broken heart,
she was never seen to weep, but still there
was sorrow(ul shade on her counter
ance, that spoke Of blIghled dreams and
wreck of earthly love.
One evening while the yellow fever was
at its zenith, poor oul-cast, who was e.
Violently in the last stage of the disease
vas brought to the hospital Medicine
was given him and the lager rooms be-
ing full, he was placed in one of the smell
chambers Of tie building 1t was now
night. and the sky flung with a lavish
hand the lustre Of its jewels on the sleep
ng earth. The calm, swee, moon-thc
silver heart Of The heaven above-lhrew
It's light upon the timld flowers. and they,
with their rainbow eyes, returned It's
gIauces The breeze flew by with am
broslaI wings, and as The dying ones in
haled its passing fragrance, they were
young they had loved the fresh blooming
flowers. Then they felt sharp pangs
dart through their frames, the cold dew
stood upon their (oreheads. and the grave
seemed unpleasant. The tinklng bell
, in some Of the wards told that one OF their
number was no more, and then they won
dercd how a tel sounded to dead man
If he could hear it-and if it would be
rung when they were no more
The "rale lady" was passing by the
chamber where the out-cast lay, and the
lamp in her land threw strong gleam
upon her features. The sick man fixed
his eyes upon her retiring form, and COW
erlng his face with his hands, he murnmr-
ed, mo, no! 1t cannot be shc!" The
lady thought she remembered the voice,
aud she trembled like an aspen She went
back TO the room from whence the sound
preceded and looked upon the patient;
but his eyes were closed and she could
not recognise him. She laid her thin
white hand upon his temple, and The
touch seemed to revive him. He looked
at her for moment, and then the mus
Giles Of his throat swelled, and his lips
quivering as though he tiled To speak. =
tear coursed down his sallow cheek
it was the last drop of the well of sor-
row, and it flowed for some by-gone
memory. The 'pale lady" took her hand
away, for though the oucaSt was dead,
yet his features assumed living expires
sion. She knew 1t all, She was stand
ing by the corpse of Henry Barbor
"Harie, the "pale lady, uttered no
sound. out she kissed his still heated
brow, while thoughts 700 big for utter
ance rose in her mind. Poor heart s,rck-
en- girl Her trials on on earth were en-.
ded, and few months afterwards, on the
celebration Of All Saints Day, lutle
child placed a wreath of flowers on the
'pale lady's" grave.
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