Baton-Rouge gazette. [volume] (Baton-Rouge, La.) 1819-1856, 1843-10-28


trust In a husband are as the apples of So
dom, bitter ashes in the grasp Of the ras
hand that plucks them. Love, such a
will bear up nnfalteringly through the tri
ais Of this life, is not the offspring of fan
cy. II is not the moth which ruskes blind
" on its destiny and dies Il shriyeled, pas
sion blighted thing; but like the careful
bee it seeks the fragrant flowers from
whence to draw its sweets, the flowers o
| Truth and Worth and vital piety; ant
neither you nor Mr.. Cameron have ye
shown yourselves their psssessors. Pause
my friend, | beseecl you pause, and snftl
not your heart to be led by dreams whose
awakening shall be withou, hopsr'
Sophia Lee belonged to a class O. youne
ladies who persuade themselves that ''fe
will be to them one uninterrupted scene Of
pleasure, so soon as they can escape from
the thraldom of The school. room; who look
upon marriage as the end and aim of wo-
mans existence and can conceive of no
greater stigma cast upon them than the IT,
tie of 'seld maid" She had just left school,
and at the age Of sixteen devoted all her
time, faculties and thoughts to . great
object Of securing a husband With this
in view, the first who presented himself
was made welcome, without regard 10 thai
knowledge Of character which is indispen.
sable to the happiness of both parties con-
cerned. A few weeks intercourse had
been the only time in which she profssscd
to have learned that Mr.. Cameron was
generous, kind, frank, warm hearted, in.
~tellectual and refined" and this she had
gathered from conversation upon the pas.
s%ionate, egotistical and loose sentiment of
Byron, and the more sensual, as well as
more musical numbers of Moore. The
sickly s~entimentalism and the laxtIy of
principle imbibed frsm such a beautiful
yet pcrnicious page, bad long been en-.
grated upon Sophla's mind, and Lewis
Cameron skilled in all the arts to win the
female heart, found it but an easy to fsign
the high wrought feelings and make use of
that extravaganza Of language which SER
we'd to awaken every dormant passion in
the breast of such a child in years. An
orphan from the age of five years and an
heiress, Sophia had grown up without pro-
per moral training and accomplished and
weIl.educated as she was in all things per-
tanning to the understanding, her heart
had been left an uncuItivated waste, where
the noxious plants of passion and ill.regu-
lated sensibility had sprung up rank and
poisonous. With excellent capacities. an
open and u~nsuspicious temper and a warm
heart, Sophia Lee was a weak, i'll .jndging,
romantic girl and careless Of consequen-
ces she gave her hand to Mr.. Cameron.
Become her husband, his carelessness and
indifference made his true motives mani
fest, and his deceived wife mourned in az.
ony of spirit that she had placed her aftec.
tons upon a being so heartless.
HE loves me not, base and unworthy
as he Is; he sought me for the lew paltry
dollars that were mine. that he might
stake them at the gaming-table, the race
course, and find fellowship with the black
leg and the bloated victim of interpret
ance! Fool that | was to rush so blindly
on my fate, and yet went net unforwarn-
ed. Julia!-but she shall never know how
soon | have fulfilled her warning, and
Lewis shall see his wife SO gay that he
may even learn she is as heartless as he
could evef be. Pride, thou shalt be my
companion, and the world shall never smile
and say, behold the silly woman who bar
tered a life's happiness for the qualification
of a girlish fancy
Such were the words, and such the rsso.
luton Of Sophia Cameron, IN pursuance
of which the misguided wife and mother
plunged into all the designations OF a fash
ionable life. Day after day found both
husband and wife languid, irritable. and
worse than all, Indifferent to each otIier.--:
Late hours and a weary heart had already
dimmed the brightness of sopiiia's lowell
ness, and the wine.cup and midnight haunt
of the gambler converted the once ref1ned
and gentlemanly Lewis into the coarst
and bloated inebriate.-And where was
the love which the Byronic young gentle
man had preferred in the words. OF him
whose ringing numbers have SO often been
married to immortal strains; the love which
had been received and cherished by a
young, artless and imprudent gir? Like
the snow wreath in the summers SIN had
it melted away before the knowledge OF
life as it is in sober prose, net coloured
with the hues Of and fancy
How great a dissertation of that principle
which pervades all nature, that link which
binds our destiny with that of the angels
in heaven, nay, more, uniting US with God
himself! 49,.
1t was the evening of the 22d Of Februa-
~, 1882, an evening as clear, cold and
bright as a northern winter ever ushers In.
The merry sleigh. bells were ringing out
upon the frosty air, and many were the
gay equipages gathered round "Concert
HalP' in the city Of. Within We're
warm and brilliant roomsy bright, young
and laughing faces, the gush of music and
the fall Of feet tripping lightly to its glad
some strains. Amid that moving scene
was one 10 whom it might have been saId
in the words of the poetessf
asThou hast loved, fair one! thou hast loved too
we'll! .aao
Thou art mourning now DER broken spell;
Thou hast poured thy hearts rich treasures
forth ~
And art u~nrepaid for their priceless worth!
Mourn ont yet come not here the while.
It is but pain to see thee smile!
There is not a tone in our hearts for thee
Home with thy sorrows flee"
Eos there Sophia Cameron had gone with
Smiles on her lip and the vulture OF grlet
at her heart. Her husband had returned
that evening in an intoxicated state and
with Ioathing for the once loved, had she
arrayed herself for the Centennial Ball,
,rof,rrrr to coak nhliyinu of her sorrow