The Cadiz sentinel. [volume] (Cadiz, Ohio) 184?-1851, 1845-10-08


sent for. An elderly female attendant, who re-
Piled to my questions. watched with great ankle
ty my countenance as [ examined the pulse ofl
my patient, and by sign gave me to understand
that she had something to communicate AM
opportunity soon presented itself, and she inform
ed me with great emotion that the mind of the
young lady was affected:
'Yet he could not believe it, she said; 'and It'll
Us only through the solicitations of his friends,
and at the urgent request of her medical attend
ants, that her father has consented 10 her remo-
val from home, Every doctor in London of any
skill has been consulted, and all say that the
- Asylum is the only place for her. 1t has
cost my master many thousands, and Pm sure he
would not mind as many more could Miss Lucy
Il mean Mrs. Ventnor-recover,
Mrs. VentnOrn | exclaimed; surely she is not
married; so young, too, poor grip
yes, sir, said the old nurse, 'she is very young,
hardly nineteen and she was not eighteen when
she was married.
But how came this dreadful calamity to befal
her?' asked, mot i'll treatment, hope'
EOh, no, doctor, for he loved the very ground
she walked on; but he died suddenly the day
they were married, and her brain has been turn
ed ever since.'
Here our conversation was interrupted by the
frequent repetition OF my name, and fastened
to return to the room which | quilted. 1t was
the old mans voice which | heard and | soon
perceived the cause of the summons in the alter
ed appearance Of my patient. A slight flush
tinged her cheek, and she sighed heavily; and
though no ray of intelligence beamed from the
halfopen eye, still any change was better than
the lethargic stale in which she had so long lain
"She lives! she breathesn exclaimed the do
ting father. "Lucy, my hope, my pride, the So
lace OF my old age, speak to me, only one word,
only one, to bless and cheer me!n and the old
man sank on his knees and sobbed like child.
After short interval | onsidered it advisable
that the invalid should reach her resting place as
soon as possible, and accordingly we commen-
ced our journey homewards. Plying the dis
tress of Mr., Beverton, requested him to become
my guest for few days, until he had, in some
little measure, overcome his reluctance to leave
his daughter with strangers. For the first few
days Lucy lay in an unconscious state, needing
nothing, and seemingly ignorant of any change
in the persons or things around her; but by de-
grees her accustomed Wildness Of manner return
ed, and on paying my usual morning visit, | one
day found her arrayed exactly as described in
this portrait, with check as hueless as the flowers
that bound her hair. A white satin robe fell in
massy folds around her perfect figure. 1t was
her bridal dress; and yet, as if, even in her mad
ness, CLEAN of the sad truth had burst FORTH
she had thrown widows veil over her wreath
of orange flowers.
"See, see!" she whispered, in mysterious
manner, "this is my wedding day, and this" ex-
tending her delicate finger on which she wore
plain wedding ring, "is his gift; my own Charles
placed it there's" and kissing it fondly she mul-
INJURED, eve will never, never part Is not this
beautiful" she continued, drawing from her bo-
som siIken bag which contained small piece
ofpaper, from which she read in a slow sweet
tone, the following lines:-
s'There's not a word thy lip hath breath'd,
| Alook thine eye hath given,
That not shrined within my heart
Like to a dream of heaven
There's not spot where we have met
- fav'rie flower or tree;
| There's nota scene by thee belov'd,
That is not priced by me.
Whene'er hear the linnet's song,
y Or the blithe WOODLANDS lay,
| Or mark upon the golden west,
| The rosy clouds decay;
| Whene'er catch the breath of flowers,
Or music from the tree,
Thought wings her way to distant bowers
And memory clings to thee"
AS she concluded these beautiful lines, rem
dered still more touching by her impassioned
manner, she paused, and Il shade of sadnes fit
ted over her lovely face; then uttering fearful
Shrek, which the lapse of years has not elfaced
from my recollection, she seized my arm and
screamed forth in accents of terror.
"They shall not tear thee from me! will
cling to thee whilst have life! Charles! Charles!
do you hear me? IT'S Lucy, thy own Lucy,
who calls on thee and bids thee stay See see |!
they mock at my despair! iends, devils, furies,
all the powers of earth shall not wrest him from
mel Fatherl fatherl father! help for Gods
sake, helpl
For hours after this sad scene, the unfortunate
lgirl lay in the same state as when frs, saw her.
Vainly did resort TO every possible restorative,
and indeed feared that the bruised and wound
ed spirit had quilted its earthly abode; but it
was not so. Slowly and sadly the long hours of
that dreary night wore on, and the solemn still
ness was broken only by the sobs of the poor old
man, watching with parents love for the slight
est ray of hope; but as the gray dawn appeared,
poor Lucy gave some signs of returning life,and
at last she murmured forth some indistnct words.
Having again successfully administered some
further restoratives, left her to the care of her
nurse, enoning perfect quietude, and promising
to see her again in two hours. As approached
her chamber, the full, rich, mellow tones of fe-
male voice burst upon my ear, now swelling to
its fullest compass, now dying on my entrunced
senses with an uhearthly sweetness. Oh! never
had heard so wild, so sweet a strain. The
words-for as ! drew near could distinguish
them--were these i--
"They bid me forget thee, they tell me that now
THE grave-dapp is staining that beautiful brow;
But thy gay laugh returus in thesilence Of sleep,
And l start from my slgmbers to listen and weep"
"Doctor, DOCTOR" eagerly exclaimed the faith
Ler as gently opened the door, "there is hope-I