The Yazoo City Whig. [volume] (Yazoo, Miss.) 1844-1851, 1845-03-14

For THE YAzou Cry MHG.
The Broken Hearted.
"a FRACMENT.l

At the silent hour Of midnight, when It's
holy calm perVaded stream and woodland
when the "pale moon, and all the starry
host" had climbed the utmest height, and
looked on earth with the same pure and
peerless splendor, as on Creations first night,
then, within lofty chamber, on purple
couch, the gay curtains Of which were
drawn, lay the dying Bride. b her side
was the open easement, and as the breeze
breathed its refreshing GOODNESS Onher pale,
but feveTish brow, she was gently raised
upon the pillows. She looked forth upon
that scene. Oh, how we'll was its every
thrilling association remembered connected
withit And how could she forget the
trysting place Thought after thought,
and image after image now comes crowding
thick and fast on the faintlng sense, impal~
pable and shadowy like distant figures seen
in the dim twilight, or the incidents Of a
half forgotten dream. How beautiful
death cannot mar thy loVeliness-toO beau>
tiful for his cold embrace, and pure as beau.
( tiful Language forever has fed her lips,
but smiles, the dialect of angels, the pictured
music OF the seraph soul are lowering round
them. Her golden hair is streaming in dis.
heVelled brightness so'er her snaas while.
bosom, which heaVes and throbs meath its
rich drapery. Mid IT'S luxUriant and silk.
en- curls, his soft hand was oft playfully hid !
Oh, thoul the peTjur'd, the faithless, and
the cruel How cOuldst thou, hrute,like
trample such flower in the dustl From
liz arose unto thee far sweeter incense than
was ever offered up to pagan divinity.
Now, eUen nOlU, thou art Shrined in her bro,
ken heart, in the splendor of a fadeless
faith, and round the image streams the halo
of undying love. In vain, oh, in vain
were tears shed for thy prolonged absense-
hitter sighs breathed for thy cold and crush
ling neglect, fervent prayers CALCULATED fol
thy safety and happiness-her ceIesla
ICountcnance IObed in sunlIt smiles to well
come thy return, and fond blidncss mani
Tested 10 all the narrowing past. Aye il
vain, for thou ddst repay all this forbear
ance with descending scOIns
And now, then, in the subdued agony o
dissolution she lies, and tTemulOusly moves
her lips inpIOring blessings on thy name
Within her pale thin fingers lock OF darl
hair is claspedto her beating heart, ming
ling with her own tresses and now lips arr
pressed TO il, and fondly does she gaze upol
liz. IT'S thine, twas shred from thy falls
brow, on that summer eve. ere thou whis
lpered the soft tale, and inteichanged tlr
lblighliDg VOW of affection. A bright twi
light was thatl The God Of Day" ha
lust sunk to rest behind the western hills
the dim uncertain outlines which ha
seemed traced as by the pencil on the sky
ey canvas, yet his gorgeous light still glO
led up the heavens, and the sapphire.tlnge
lclouds curtaIned his place of repOse the
was heard the sweetest bursts OF song lhs
lever pushed from the throat Of nights greer
lwabler. The whole air was filled with ha
mOny and redolent Of sweet smelling 50
vors'-the ploughman, returning from III
field Of labor, blithely sung his rustic, bl
euphonious ditty-the flowers from earth
broad altar flung on the hreezes their ricl
lest perfume, the TiYulets leaped on the
courses, and numbering music gave 10 Ii
snirit ear Of zephyrus who rustled mon
d the thick foliage Of the old grove. Il seen
e ed 40 the all nature sympa:hised in b,
gladness.
But far, car better that the external wor
d had mourned at the sculpture Of her hope
&. that some pfemonition Of nature had drive
10 lher in terror from the fated spot--that Il
81 long extended bcugbs Of those giant ire
had been suddenly denuded Of their toliag
and had swung and wrestled creakingly
bowling blast--ihat the suns lingeril
glory had been withdrawn, and the clou'
wings 81 the tempest bad swept ominous
and ieEcsIy sthwaEt the Sky, and that 4