American Republican and Baltimore daily clipper. [volume] (Baltimore, Md.) 1844-1846, 1845-12-10

FROM A PRIVATE CORRESPONDENCE.
You ask nc, Elise, ifrepeniancc in one, who
d deceived me in that one great conccn--in
G who could enter the "hoIy Of holies, - in
}man's heart, under the pretence If deyoutest
orship, clothed in the sanctiEed garment of
Oh prics';-you ask me, il This man may win
ok the trusting confidence of the first faith
.nswer-No! DO not for one moment sup.
SO that the cosliost gems the most spark
| ~ Jewels could eiilcc the me.now of the
lstcd fragrance OF affections spring. o
Use, you know not how jealously is the pot-
guarded to tins inner sanctuary, in some le-
ale hearts.
The silver Of Time Is Oh my brew and the
rev Of Experience has usurpcd the bloom
youth You, Elise, are the only human be-
g, who would not gaze in unsympathiziug
Underwent at any outburst of feeling in me-
la how bitterly have sometimes smiled to
.ar the world wonder that |, who seemed pos
ssed Of magic key to the deepest mysteries
human passion, should be so cold, SO passion.
S..
In proportion to the intellectual progress of
woman, does her capability Of loving become
fearful responsibility.
With her who is ever ia the presence of in
lite purity, the first acknowledgment of love
one of the other sex, the slightest caress re-
ped becomes the signature of her fate. She
tn crossed the Rubicon. There is no return.
10 hath offered up a sacrifice. 1T is her all
! how truly ''llath her childhood departed"
! 1t is common for fiction writers to describe
tumultuous Joy of maiden love at such an
l;-thero is a class of women who can feel no
chjoy. The sky may be bright above them,
summer Dree ze breath, softest melody, and
E lovers vows being gentle assurance, yet
: all will brood the solemn awe she may
lnly seek to sh; Ike off. In the object of her
tcticn she ma be as warmly trus:frl as
ne thoughtless maiden-but, she feels that
is forging ano Their link to the coruptible
| nth, and she pray's to "God who is her home"
the sanction. 0 how different is such a
oman TOO oft, in after years; gey and Joyous
may seem, with prodlgality of lovo--but
Elise, pity her, or the true, "the beautiful
tn vanished and returns not.'
In my girlisb days, Elise, was asa sister to
! lioh-soIled, intellc ctual friend. Hers was
common nature. In society she was gay
/ fiattered, but b, meath her most triAIng
BOD ran the deep vel of truth. Its worship
IS an absorbing devotion with her. The loss
one parent had, moreover, drawn her into
peculiarly filial affec lion for her Heavenly
ther. She had never known this relation in
earthly connection but from her earliest
dhood, all her sorro VIZ, all her Joys were
ncentrated in this feullt of divine sympathy
it was ever her solace: silently she referred
ary instance Of moral judgment TO Him az
father, tender and solcitous-net as. to Z
lge, naexibIe and omnipotent. The world,
vertheess, would never have deemed her
twardly religious.
Well, it happened that my friends love was
lght by one, others deemed worthy 20 claim
The solemnny of the charge was to her a
,mentous one. Suffice it to say, he was not
rthy.
we were in crowded assemblage, and tho
: own heart bled for my poor friend, init
1 ely acquainted as was with her peculiar
hperament, noted the Trembling form, com
seed lips, tbs cold and measured tones, that
noted the intensity of the struggle, yet, for
, world, could not have spoken one word,
We shown oBe manifestation of pity. When
were alone in our chamber, at first the cut
| rst of feeling was dreadful! She thanked
afterwards, that noted it not either by
rd or act When all at length became still,
! she thought me asleep, though the light Of
moon, which had nearly set, still enabled me
trace every change Of feeling in her coun-
ance. At fIst, stern and resentful, it at
9Th became gently calm. Human pas
n was yielding to divine influences.
elbow much the busting heart may then pour
Forth in prayer"
Thou art my Father, she whispered, cit is
will. have been vain. Am not a mor-
,roba'oner? Ever higher and higher thou
pld' st call me. Be still with me. All, row
70 thy goodness Father, as thou seest it,,
Ike me worthy 10 be thy child-of thy
tchless love- Give me strength to follow
high standard .hou hast raised before me-
that myslerious exaltatlon Of being that
Il be hereafier ever and forever progress
;" A smile was on her lips as she sank to
know it is far different with most wo-
,: but pirate rs We Way about the high cut.