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into Inc tOnlD. ana none can tel lI!e
cause that biightsd their loneliness,
As the dove will clasp its wings &c
its side. and cover and conceal the
arrow that is proving on lis yItaIs, so
il IS the nature Of woman to hide
from the world the paDgs Of wound
ed affection. THE love ola delicate
female is always shy and silent. E.
ven when fortunate, she scarcely
breathes il to herself. but when 9th.
icrwise, she buTies it in the recess Of
her bosom. and there let's it cover
and brood among the ruins OF her
peace. With her, the desire of the
heart has failed. The great charm of
her existence is at an end. She neg
Iects all the cheerful exercises that
gladden. her spirits, quicken the pulls
es and send the tide Of life 10 health
fol currents through the veins. Her
resti is broken--and sweet refresh
ment of sleep is poisoned by melan-
choly dreams-'dry sorrow drink her
blood, until her unfeebled frame sinks
under the last external a~ssaIlant.--
Look for her after 4 little while, and
YOU will find friends weeping over
her untimely grave, and wondering
that one, who but lately glowed with
all the radienco Of health and beauty,
should now be brought down to
darkness and the worm" You
will be told of some wintry chill,
some slight indisposition, that laid her
low--but no n knows the mental!
malady that previously Slapped her
strength, and made her so easy n
prey 10 the spoIler-
She is Ike some tender tree, the
pride b. beauty of the grove; grace
fol in its form. bright 10 its foliage,
but with the worm preying in its core.
We find it suddenly whitening,
when it should be most fresh and
luxurient. We see it dropping ITS
branches 10 the earth, and shedding
leaf oy leaf, until wasted and perish
ed awey, it falls even in the Stiffness
of the forest, and as we muse over
the beautiful ruin, we strive in vain
TO recollect the bias. or thunder bolt
that could have smit,en j, with de-
cay.
have seen many instances OF wo-
man running 10 waste and self neg
lect and disappearing gradually from
The earth almost as if they had been
exhaled to heaven; and have repeat
edly fancied could trace their deaths
through the various declensions OF
consumption, cold. debility, lancour
melancholy, until ! reached the first
symptom Of disappointed love. But
an Instance of the kind was lately
told me: the circumstances are wei!
known in the country where they
happened, and | shall give them IN
manner they were related.
Every one must recollect the trag
ic story Of Emmett. the Irish Patriot.
for ii was too touching to be soon
forgotten. During the troubles IN
Ireland he was tried. condemned and
executed or a charge Of treason.-
His fate made a deep impression on
public sympathy. He was so young
so intelligent, SO brave; SO every
thing thai we are ap. 10 like in a
young ma The noble Indignation
with which he repelled the charge OF
treason agains, his Countrywide elo-
quent vindication of his name-and
his pathetic appeal to posterIty, N
the hour of condemnation--al' these
entered deeply into every generous
bosom, and aver his enemies lament
ed The stern policy that dictated his
execution.
But there was one heart, whose an.
guish it would be in vain to describe.
In happier days and fairer fortunes
he had won the affections Of a beau,l-
ful and interesting girl, the daughter
of a late celebrated Irish barrister.-
She loved him with the disinterested
%fervour of a woman's first md only
love. When every worldly maxim
arrayed itself against him-when
blasted misfortune, and disgrace and
danger darkened around his name.
she loved him ardently for his
suferings. IF then his fate could q,
waken even the sympathy of bis
fees, what must have been the an
guih Of her whole soul which, was
occupied by his image! Let those
tell who have had the portals of the
tomb suddenly closed between them
and the being most loved on earth
who have set at this threshold, as one
shut out in a cold and lonely world
from whence all that vas most love
iy and loving had parted.
Rpt the horrors of such a grave SC