Martinsburg gazette. [volume] (Martinsburg, Va. [W. Va.]) 1833-1855, 1844-09-19

decline OF neaitD, or pF the dread &C.
mands of death--for il seemed heaven
guarded her by its special interpostion---
the bloom of the rose was ever on her
cheek--ihs full glow Of life beamed from
her eye--the tones Of her voice were
rich and full--her step was as light and
nimbls as the deer--animation rolled
through every vein and every pulse was
steady to its beat--all and every thing
combined TO stay the idea of the grave
she was too brigh. for its shroud-she
was too gay for its gloom-stlll the
though, did intrude--she could not be
false--she might not be won from me,
who had received the spontaneous pledge
of her whole heart--her word was truth,
her motto religion--her every vinure
was sustained by the all powerful infu-
ence which christianity imparis- often
have | seen her bend in sacred prayer
within the house Of God, and could al.
most see the spirit Of inspiration descend
TO sustain her in those high and holy du.
ties. Thus constituted, thus guarded /,
why should doubt the fair being why
should the miserable thought irtrude :
strange TO say it was ever before my
eyes--to have expressed it would have
been dishonora ble--would have been 10
insult plighted faith--to have betrayed
what had no right TO think.
Though thus haunted my love was I'M.
dimned-my devo.Ioa pure. One might
nave supposed it would have lessened the
ardor of my feelings, but no, whenever i.
appeared banished il from my mind as
unworthy of man, as degrading TO a
lover, as rejecting upon truth, upon re.
ligion. But il proved fearful reality, a
divine presentment, though ! had regard.
ed il as the wild fancy of my brain, as
the offspring of excessive fear.
The hour of trial came at last, lost
her, not mine the fault, for ! adored her
too long, held her too near my heart 10
have surrendered her to another, the
shock was TOO great, the reality too fear
ful to permit thought now to dwell on the
theme.
All my bright hopes were dashed 10
pieces, the joyous feelings Of my heart,
with all the tender sentiments Of the soul
Wotc OdEhOuCG ny AiOup
ofgloomy infdelty Of woman.
Feelings, one after one departed, until
my heart was lef: blank and every tone
impervious TO the most exalted charmes;
from tender con6ding heart it became a
piece of adamant, only capable oil distrust,
of infdelity in its worst form.
may be mistaken, but if she who was
as have described her and much more,
could fall by such means from pIighted
VOWS, why may not all-this may be do.
ing injustice to the laircr portion Of crea.
ton, which heaven forbid | should ever
do, but one thing is certain, that with this
lessen on my henri, never could love
another, never can confde again.
have often attempted by the aid Of
reason to solve the mystery, but all in
vain. Philosophers may talk about cause
and effect, and tell US that effect must
partake of the nature of the cause, in this
case it is reasoning but TO err.
To say she was false, would be to in.
suit weakness, 10 say she never loved me,
would be to deny facts, to charge her
with design would be contempt for II tn.
But said lost her. NY divinity be-
came my devil. In the hour ofmy glory,
the spoier came, not in the splendor of
dszzleing superiority, not as the accom-.
plished, polite, and refined being, but as
the rough, ignorant, unpublished creature.
His first approach was sbrunk from, as
contamination, but one week--one short
week - she faded from my grasp, she van.
ished from my vision, and she, who had
greeted me WITH the sweet smile OF ac-
ceptance when appeared, now evinced
scarcely cold formal recognition. The
look of confidence that marked her eye
was now exchanged for the idea of ntru.
sion. One week, yes one short week,
add the fair being that | adored, the
creature for whom would have died, be-
came the bride of another. How shall
give the answer-shall | name the
means1 Fortune might have bought her.
intellect might have over.awed her with
its superior splendors, great name might
have enchanted her, long line of ances-
tors with its accumilating force might have
spoken the proud title TO her eye, and the
charms might have betrayed, but none or
all of these had part in the matter, if
these had triumph, forgiveness might
h ave found response in this once conf
ding breast, and the tear of sympathy
might have blotted the crime from memo.
rvs record, but fortune, intellect, name
or ancestral power, might not do what
fiattery did. W'F.