Jeffersonian Republican. [volume] (Stroudsburg, Pa.) 1840-1853, 1845-12-18

course with highly Intellectual and beautiful
woman, and as he had chosen for his motto,
whatever has been done may sull be done,"
he did no, despair of success. a
In this village lived three sisters, all beau,i-
ful, and accomplished. Their names were Ma
ry, Adelaide and Madeline. | am far enough
pas, The age of enthusiasm, but never can
forget the beauty of these young girls. Mary
was The youngest, and fairer haired more
laughing damsel, never danced upon the green
Adelaide, who was few years older, was dark
haired and pensive; but Of The three, Madeline,
The eldest. possessed the most fire, spirit, cul-
,isa,ion aud intellectually. Their father, a
man of taste and education, heing somewha,
above vulgar prejudices, permitted the visits Of
the hero of my story. Sill he did not aliogeIh-
er encourage the affection which he found
springing M between Mary and the poet
When, however, he found thai her affections
were engaged, he did not withhold his consent
from their marriage, and the recluse bore to his
solitary mansion The young bride of his af1ec-
ilNIs oU. SiI, TUE uDUsc dsSuIElcu d HG" dp-
pearance within and without. Roses bloomed
in The garden, jessamlnes peeped through the
!auices, and the field about i, smiled with the
effects Of careful cultivation. Lights were seen
n the litle paglor in The evening; and many
time would The passenger pause by The gar
den gate, 10 listen to strains of the sweetest
music, breathed by choral voices from the col
lsge. If the mysterious SUDDEN, and his wife
were neglected by the neighbors, what cared
they Their enduring and mutual affection
made their home l,,'ie paradise. But death
came TO Eden. Mary suddenly fell sick; and
after few hours illness, died in the arms of
her husband and her sister Madeline. This
was the students second heavy afflic.ion.
Days, months rolled on and ,he only soace
Of the bereaved was sit with The sisters of The
deceased aud talk of the los, one. To Ade-
aide a, length be offered his widowed heart
The bridal no Of revelry and mirih
Yet they lived happily, and the rose again
bossoned in their garden. But il seemed as
il fatality pursued Ibis singular man. When
The rose wi,hered. and The leaf fell in the mel
low autumn Of The year, Adelaide, 100, sickened
and died. like her youngest sister, in The aims
of her husband and Madeline.
Perhaps you will think i, strange, young
man. that after all. the wrecheG survivor stood
again a, the altar. Madelnel well remember
her. She was beauty in.ihe true sense of the
word. She mighl have sal upon throne and
the most loyal subject, proudesl peer, would
have sworn The blood in her veins descended
from an hundred kings She loved the widow
er for his power and his fame, and she wedded
him. They were married in that church-il
was on summer afternoon--I recolec, it we'll
During the ceremony The blackest cloud ever
saw overspread the heavens, and The moment
ihe third bride pronounced her VOW, clap of
thunder shook The building to its centre. All
the females shreked bn, The bride herself made
the response, with steady voice, and her eye
gisiened with wild ire she gazed upon
The bridegroom. When they af,ised at his
house she sunk upon The threshold ; but this
was the umidi,y Of maiden. When they were
alone, he cla>ped her hand--i' was cold as ice! f!
He looked into her face Madeline said he,
whal means this your cheek is as pale as
your wedding gownv The bride uttered
frantic shrek MY wedding gownr excIaim-
ed she; no. no. This is my sisters shroud the
hour of confession has arrived Il is God that
mpels me 10 speak. To win you | lost my
own soul. Yes. yes---l am murderess She
smiled upon me in the Joyous affection of her
young hear'- bu' gave her the fAraI drug =
Adelaide twined her while arms about my neck,
hui administered The poison Take me to
your arms have lost my soul for you, and
mine you must be E"
And lhen,' continued he, in hollow voice,
at TIA, moment came the thunder and The fash.
and The guilty woman fell dead on he floor p
The co,nlenance of the narrator expressed all
he felt. s3 6oa5 essl adf ~ 0ee
And the bird groom AJAX ed the husband