Boon's Lick times. [volume] (Fayette, Mo.) 1840-1848, 1843-08-12
No. 81.

agony Of bitter disappointment must have
rushed upon him when he found his letter
returned, and with such studied formality!
How, day after day, must he have stood by
the window of his studio and gazed, in
the vain hope of seeing her once more. and
of exchanging those looks which had been
SO mute, so coy, and yet SO eloquent! A
thousand wild and improbable fancies
crowded into the mind of the perishing
girl What might he not do. What
wretch might he not become, Thus she
tortured herself--thus existence waned |
away, until, as life and its hopes lost every
charm, she looked forward with the true
faith of blessed religion, to better and
brighter world, and to a reunion there with !
her angel mother--nay, to a reunion, at !
some future hour of bliss, with the object |
Of her first fond dream of love!
The month of June, 1888, was one of
the most delightful in the memory of man
Many of the flowers were in full bloom,
aud the weather was clear, fresh and balmv
without being too sultry or oppressive.
Alice, it had been said, would not survive
the month. She would perish, it was
thought, with the early roses. She was
thin, pale and feeble, but still very beauii-
full. Her eyes seemed brighter than in her
richest moments Of health and checrrulness.
She had ever exhibited an elegant taste
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linger to the last. Her room was furnished
with every luxury that wealth could COM
mand: and the season enabled her father
to embellish it with a choice collection Of
plants and flowers. Alice had been scarcely
able to turn her head upon her pillow
for some days. She lacked the physical
strength. Her mind was never clearer.
She knew that her end was approaching.
and spoke as calmly thereof as if about to
enter upon a P leasant journey.
The evening of the day to which we
desire to direct the attention Of the reader
was very beautiful. Some heavy clouds
hung over the city in the afcrnoon-tht
rain fell in torrents for a short time
the thunder rolled, and the lightning flashed
A little longer, and all was brightness and
beauty. The sun shonc out in the wcst--
a rainbow spanncd the eastern heavens.
and the air was fresh and fragrant. The
Stars came ont as the sun went down, and
looked lovelier than their wont.
All was still and calm in the chamber OF
Alice. The window was raised, and the
flowers from the garden below poured rich
fragrance in the room. 4 man of God
, with whom the dying beauty had mingled
her weak voice in prayer very often during
her illness, sat by her side. Her father
and nurse occupied seats within few feet
of each other. All were calm, as if in ex.
pectation Of some visitor. Even the Ian.
gushing sufferer seemed 10 hold her brcati
in anxious suspense.
And, list! A step is heard--a strange stc(
to every ear but that of the sensitive inva,
lid. She had not heard it for more thar
: year, and never before on ,hat stairway
And yet, her trembling heart futtered a:
if about to burst through the prison of hel
feeble frame. A faint smile passed owe!
E her features, and her eyes, already super
naturally bright, kind!ed with an intenscl
light.
The door opens. The form Of young
man appears. 1t is!-it is! The Arts
springs forward, clasps and kisses the hanl
of the Bankers Daughter. A few low
words, and the glory of scraph vision
seems resting upon the features of the dy
ing beauty. The clergyman whispers tc
the father. Alas, the pride Of that rorma
nature. Can it be, that even at such q
moment, and in such a scene. the visions o
, the world with its empty pride can have
influence and prevail But, no. lie re
enls-for the moment, he relents Hi
heart, for the time. is human. He take
, the hand Of Lis child and places it in tia
of her lover. The ceremony is performed
The nuprial benediction is pronounced.
In Hearea--In Hearcn" are the las
words Of the dying bride; and with tn
radiant look of hope and love, she smile
-, upon her husband, as her sou! parts from
the beautiful clay and wings its flight t,
the mansions of eternal Bliss
! SONNEr-DgATH.
7 LooX mon the s;nrs-unor the moon
And on the green things Of the living earth,
And say unto myself too soon--too soon--