Bloomington herald. [volume] (Bloomington, I. T. [Iowa]) 1840-1849, 1844-08-23
From Goudy's Lady's Book.
THE BR KEN VOW. e.

i II ech06d not from stately walls
Bent with the music's sound.
Twas sighed not forth in bower or def
Amid the op'ning flowers,
/ The woodland hath no tale to tell ..
Ofthese long vanished hours.
Twas uttered DER dying bed,
Asked by dying prayer
The voice Of the departed shed
| A ghas,ly blessing there.
! An earnest soul was fitting fast
When those deep words were said
The ling ring tones her lips that passed
Thrilled hollwed DER the dead.
Twilight was darkening into night, the
first faint star of evening cleaned from
the far blue heavens, and the hush and re-
pose of nature seemed too holy to be bro
ken by the strife of human passions;-yet
how painful did the quiet of that evening
scene contrast with the passionate grief of
young heart mourning over its first sor-
| row.
Ellen Sinclair was newly welded
bride. She was but seventeen the youn-
gest daughter of her fathers house, and
The spoiled pet of the whole family, her
life had passed as one long bright day OF
sunshine and flowers. She had been
| wooed by one she had known from child
hood, and with the consent of their mutu
| al friends they were united.
The day after their marriage the bridal
pair left her fathers house for the resi-
dence of Mr.. Sinclair in one Of the interi>
or counties of Virginia. A few happy
weeks passed, when Sinclair proposed 10
his bride to visit gorge in the nelghbor-
ing mountains, from which the rising sun
frequently presents the singular spectacle
of The looming Of the mountain-the same
phenomenon which is witnessed III the
Straits of Messina, and known by the
more poetic name of Fu.a Morgana, or
the castle of the fair -Morgana. Ellen was
delighted with the proposed excursion,
and searched every book in the house
which afforded any information on the
subject.
The excursion, which promised so
much pleasure, ended in despair and
death. They reached the destined spot
in safety. The morning was favorable to
their wishes; the ascending vapors caught
the rays of the rising sun, and formed
themselves into the mos: gorgeous and
fantastic scenes. Ellen was so much
absorbed in this wonderful and magnifi'
cent spectacle. that she forgot the caution
Sinclair had given her at the moment OF
mounting her spirited steed. He turned
from her side an instant 10 speak TO the
servant who followed them; the move
ment startled her horse ;-the reins was
living loose on his neck, and feeling him>
self free from a guiding hand, he dashed
off at full speed. Sinclair and the serv-
ant both followed, but were unable to
overtake her Fortunately she met gen.
,leman who succeeded in stopping her per-
lions career. Sinclair checked his horse
too suddenly, that he might express his
thanks to her preserver. The animal
reared, and threw him with great violence.
He was conveyed home in senseless
state, and surgical assistance hastily sums
moned. but the force of the fall had inf1lc-
ted some internal injury which baaed the
skill of the physicians.
II was beside his bed in that calm twl'
l;oht. that the young wife knelt with
scarce hue OF life upon her features. ),
: .Oh Ellen, my beloved, calm yourself
I. this sorrow unmans me-, murmured the
diving man passing his hands carelessly
over The head which was bowed upon his
pillow.
A deep suffocated sob was the only re-
rl,, - hi M ord
III is hard 10 de- he continued, 'wher
was looking forward TO years OF sucf
/, tranquil happiness with you. my swee
! Ellen: bu. lis the will Of Heaven, my
best beloved, and we must submit
$ ooh Henry, my own Henry, you mus
e 90 down 10 The cold, cold grave, where
4 can see you no more-never more ner
The tones of your dear voice. Oh, It WI
break my heart! was the almost lnarslcu
! late reply.
nv Door Ellen, this is hard trial 70
Il you, but you are TOO young to grleve al
e wavs. The thought is torture TO me, bt
: even YOU may love again-may we
= another ! aud his voice was nearly slime
j with painful emotions. es. @
IS Neyer. never (! Oh, Henry. how ca
. Won harrow my soul at this awful mome'
e with such superstition! Wed another
j Give the wreck of my buried affections
: another! Oh, no, no 1.-The mo wou'
y, kill me- s.1 e
ID i doubt not you think so now, love
rs but time works strange change IN IN
"a world Of ours. We know not VIVA. =
he NAV do. i wish TO exact no promise ITO
IL In n0lntIl