American Republican and Baltimore daily clipper. [volume] (Baltimore, Md.) 1844-1846, 1845-04-23
From the Ladies' National Magazine
THE BRIT HDAY sent.
Ely CAROLINE oRKE.
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Her heart weighs sadly.
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ne beams OF summer sunset were gliding
the lVy-inantled battlements of an old and half
Tunons castle that threw its dark shadow across
narrow stream that washed the base of the
rugged height on which it stood. The river,
dark and swollen, where nothing mpeded its
course, broke with a wild and rushing sound
over the sharp rocks that lay in its bed wreath
ing them with snowy foam, among which the
lingering sunlight glisenod like sparks Of dia-
Inonds.
In one Of the dim old rooms, through which
t!oaied the breezy murmurs ofthe ''taIl, ances-
,ra trees as they rutiied their foliage against
the half open lattice, sat two females, One of
them, Anne Howard, was of that age when the
opening flower Of youth was iust closing its
richest bloom, but the impress of sorrow as well
as intellect was upon her beautiful features, aud
Il was sad to see how much Of the melancholy
was nlrrored in the depths Of her large, dark
eyes, which, Tor many years, had LAID as 4
blight upon har heart. She was clad in a SIM
pie white robe, and her only ornaments were a
plain gold ring and circet Of pearls, that part
~ restrained the flow of a protuson Of bright
raven hair
Ehe deepening twilight was gradually filing
each remote corner of the chamber with gloom,
and dlmming the bright tints of the arras and
the warm hues of the crimson curtains that
1N'4 u! hSdVI loluS TOunQ the Deu. ne Only
beam Of light that yet fingered in the west,
broke with a faint lustro over a blue velvet
mantle that fell in rich drapery from an en-
broidefy frame that still enclosed one of its
corners, where few Of the leaves and buds
composing the beautiful pattern that bordered
The garment, remained unfinished.
ii never saw any embroidery rich, and At
The same time so delicate" said the companion
OF Anne, as she sat regarding the mantle.
Eyes it is well enough replied Anne, "and
though it has been a task that has given me-
some pleasure, it has caused me still more pain
Oh! Margaret if Philip Howard, when he looks
upon these buds and flowers, could only know
how many of them have been wet with my
tears-how many" Her voice broke, and
burylng her face IN her hands, for long time
remained silent.
When she again looked up twilight had deep
ened into night, A Lutte lying near the open
easement gave out a few wild, broken notes
as the breeze swept its strings. She took ii up,
and as she touched its chords with skiful
hand, she warbled little air expressive of the
deepest melancholy.
"Sweet, but far too sad - said Margaret.
"Nothipg can be too sad for the deserted and
the--I may as well say 1.-THE hated wife of
Philip Howard"
"If he could only see you," replied Marga-
ret, "he would not could not hate you"
at is not likely that we shall ever meet
again." said Anne.
ais it not very long time since you saw
each other!" enquired Margaret.
ssHe has never seen me since our marriage,
which, as you are aware, took place in obed-
ence to the wishes of our parents when we were
children. We parted at the altar-he to COM
nence his travels on the continent, to return
20 my paterna home. Unknown to him, | by
chance saw him once since his return"
"And he has never expressed any wish to
sec vou2'
"Never. On the contrary he has ever resist
ed every measure taken by his grandfather, the
Earl of Arundel, to bring about a meeting
Flattered and caressed at court, if he ever
thinks of me at all, it is only as the obstacle to
his ambitious hopes.'
"What is Philip Howard, that he should
look higher for wife than to the ancient and
honorable family of Dacre?'' said Margaret. -
A faint smile fitted over the features of Anne.
'You have not heard Them said she, "that
il is whispered at court that if he were not
slackled with wife, he might dare aspire even
to the hand of the queen:''
''Do not believe it. 1t is foul SANDER in
vented by some person who would add to your
discomfort. | only wish that my power was in
proportion to my will, and he should obtain a
sight of you before he was a week older"
'sNot for worlds would hazard a meeting y
said Anne, 81 now only endure the pain OF de-
sertion. ] have not the courage to encounter
direct marks Of his hatred and disdain''
"And yet YOU intend to send him this man
tie that you have toiled and wept over for
months. | would see it on the shoulders Of a
beggar first"
ayes, do intend to send it to him."
''What if he should reject it''
ale may, yet do not think he will. He is
naturally mild, gentle and generous, and can
not find it in his heart to inhict unnecessary
pain even upon me. Come, Margaret, set the
candles near the embroidery frame, for it must
be finished tonight"
1t was near midnight when Anne had COM
pleted the mantle. Before folding it she fast
ened scrap of paper to one of the corners, on
which she had written these words
ga birthday present from your wife, who,
though exiled from your presence, never ceases
to pray for your happiness"
A page was then called, to whose care she
entrusted it, with directions for him to set out
early in the morning for Greenwich, where the
queen was then holding her court, and deliver
it into Philip Towards own hands without tell
ing him by whom it was sent.
why SO grave this mornings' said Sir
Ralph Hewet, addressing Philip Howard, as
they stood in the presence chamber of Green
witch palace.
"lt is time for me to look grave, think" he
replied, "for am this day twenty-five years
old"
"a very venerable age, truly" said Lord
Egerton, who had listened to their remarks.
"And still better reason for his gravity than
the weight of twenty-five years. said Sir
Ralph, sis, that he has been Benedict for at
least ten of them"
"Upon my word, Howard " said Lord Eyer
ton; 81 always took you to be bachelor. How