American Republican and Baltimore daily clipper. [volume] (Baltimore, Md.) 1844-1846, 1844-11-12

| ne SKY was clear ana Dflgnl HOl clOud
INSTRUCTED the progress of the Queen of night
towards her heavenly throne; all round was
still, and dclclously quiet. ! looked up to the
starry sky, and, for a moment, all earthly care
had ceased Morgan took my hand, the tears
were. almost unknown to myself, creeping
down my cheeks and when aroused by his
touch, and looked at him once more, all was
over; with passionate burst of gref fell into
his arms and in hysterical sobs lost for awhile
all sense of existence. Gradually animation
returned, and in the fist moments of re-awak-
ening life, the burning words Of passion. OF
love, of hope, were poured into my ears. One
more happy burst of tears and our lips sealed
an engagement nor time nor circumstance can
change
was not long in discovering the cause of
my lovers detection. The pride of birth could
not brook the insult and the conturnely which
assaulted him every day, and, reckless of the
consequences, he had left his home, and stood
alone in the wide world an exile from COM
miseraton, Sad indeed, was his lot the orphan
of the beggar will never want--charty will
keep his blood warm and feed his empty stom-
ach: but for him, what hope remained, what
redress but death! From the womb he was
stamped with gnominy; babe he was
graded IN shame and sorrow, and only grew
man to feel more acutely the misery he could
not escape. Still, God tempers the wind to
the shorn lamb;' and after little thought Nor
gan determined to enlist as Il soldier | heard
the resolve with fearful forcboding, and yet
he knew it was his only course. Could we part:
| paused but moment, and then, hanging
round his neck in all the fresh Joy Of requited
love, promiscd-what he was afraid to ask
that would he his companion and wife The
last ray of the moon was disappearing, and
dark clouds were gathering around. Can the
revolving sky reveal the secrets of the future,
or give TO man a warning of his fate!
Evil tidings ever travel swttest and the too
true report soon reached me that my lover had
entered the kings service, and was already
marching to the next town. | will not try TO
tell what felt; if every word which can en-
press the woe of woman was condensed into
one brief syllable, it should not pass my lips;
50 miSerably weak would be the likeness to the
original. Such sorrow cannot be depicted; it
'ploughs deep burrows in the cheek of beauty
and leaves its wretched victim the ghost Of
what she was-a living monument of mans
dishonesty, standing forth in bold relief to warn
and guide the unwary.
The breath of time dried up my tears, but
my heart still bed my cheeks were blanched
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well nigh vanished: when one long evening as
| sat at the easement of our cottage, llstlcssly
watching the return of my father and mother
from wake in the village, fancied that |
heard a step near and III another minute a
rustng in the shrubs convinced me some in
truder was at hand and rising from the bench
| was hastily closing the window, when heard
my name rather whispered than spoken aloud,
but in the softest accents of that voice there
was something too familiar to escape detec-
ton Could it be possible? But before | had
time for con lecture, my own dear Morgan stood
before me. Neither spoke; we were too full of
joy, too rich in the EN- oyment of the moment
to permit thought of past or future to check
the pent up stream of youths first love. We
| could not spare one word to purify the air, or
wait the perfume of the hearts pure incense
back to its native heaven.
A length broken and hurried sentences told
the sad story. My father had refused to allow
our marriage, and Morgan did not dare to trust
himself with me after all hope was eXtinguish-
ed, but Immediately joined other recruits
marching for the depot in Englund. Many of
his comrades were Iight-hearted and gay, more
still happy in the anticipation of the future
Not so Morgan; silent, even to moroseness, it
must be Supposed few long tried to gain his
| friendship and sick at heart, and disguised
with all aroand him, he jumped to the only re-
source (bad and useless as it isl which is allow
cd to the poor when ruined. Dram succeeding
dram drowned all reason; but then 1t shut the
door on the past-thckly studded as it was
with recollecions of love requted and destroy
ed, life and rising spirit all blasted in the sum
mer of existence not but conjure up a
hell of fearful visions, seen, perhaps, through a
/ 1np,r cta nf ucI,a nd pptp p
but still too surely terminating in madness
insanity.
Let most rigorous disciples of the pous Ma
thew pause a moment ere he condemns for
thus endeavorlng to stifie thick coming fam
cies of distempered brain.
! Philosophy sounds we'll from the pulpit; is
admirable in the abstract, and may be the pan
acea for a multitude of evils: but it cannot
minister to mind diseased or heal the bro
ken heart; nought but the hand of God, the
influence Of true religion, can avail in such a
strait. Morgan has often told me since that
the contemplation to terminate his weary eXis-
tence by his own hand Was at this time con-
stantly recurring and with difficulty resisted.
Is it not strange deluson which prompts
pan to self-desruction? which prompts him,
unsummoned, to rush before Heavens high tri
bunal, the cory stains on his hands giving
damning evidence of his guilt; his own blood
calling for the Eternal's judgment on his soul?
What strict laws she has been at much pains to
lay down for the guidance of the suicide in his
horrid deed. The man whose every hope has
been ruthlessly nipped in the bud; who mourns
a wife or daughter violated; q once happy and
cheerful freside converted into hellish remnis-
cences; and sees crowding around him on eve
ny side nought but demon spectres chuckling
over his present anguish, and proclaiming
themselves the heralds of torments still to
come;-such man may, in moment,
cut short the thread of life, determined rather
to hazard everlasting bliss than longer submit
to earthly misery. But it will depend on the