Ypsilanti sentinel. [volume] (Ypsilanti, Washtenaw Co., Mich.) 1843-1900, 1846-03-04
WHOLE NO. 10

ners, pang at his heart but serenity upon his brow.
He thanked his friends for their kindness, acknowL
edged their courtesy and then strobe away from the
grave to bry his grief in the privacy of the dssertd
dwelling.
she found at last the solitude of the mansion al
most nsupportabie. and he paced the ebony floor
from morning till nj. hit, and all the agony of woe and
desolaton, vainly importuning Heaven for relief. 1t
to him first in the guise of poetic inspiration.
He wrote with wonderful ease and power. Page aft
ter page came from his prolific pen, almost without
an effort; and there time when he dreamed
(vain fool) of immortaty. Some of his productions
came before the world. They were praised and cir
culated and inquiries set on foot in the hope of dis
covering the author. He wrapped in the veil of inn
penetrabe obscurty, listened to the voice ofapplause
more delicious because it was obtained by stealth.
From the obscurity of yonder lone mansion, and
from this region, to send lays which astonished the
world, was indeed triumph to the visionary bard.
'Iis thirst for fame had been gratfed, and he now
began to yearn for the companionshp of some sweet
being of the other sex, to share with him the aurels
he had won--and to whisper consolation in his ear
In moments of despondeney-and to supply the void
which the death of his father occasioned. lie would
picture to himself the felicity of refined intercourse
with ahighly intellectual and beautiful woman, and
he had chosen for his motto, 'swhateyer has been
done may still be DONE he did not despair of success.
SIN this village lived three sisters all beautiful and
accomplished. Their names were Mary Adelaide and
Madeline. am far enough past the age of enthusi-
asm but never forget the beauty Of these young
girls. Mary the youngest, and the fairer haired
more laughing damsel never danced upon the green.
Adelaide, who few years Older was dark haired
and pensve; but of the three, Madeline, the eldest.
possessed the mort fire. spirit, cultivation and intel
lectuality. Their father, of taste and educa-
ton, and being somewhat above vulgar prejudces,
permitted the visits of the hero of my story. Still
he did not altogether encourage the affection which
he found sprnging up between Mary and the poety
When however he found that her affections were en-
gagged, he did not withhold his consent from their
marriage and the recluse to his solitary mansion
the young bride of lis affections. Oh, Sir, the house
assumed new appearance within and without. Ro-
ses booEed in the garden essamines peeped through
the lattces and the field about it smiled with the eff
ects of careful cultivation. Lights were seen in the
little parlour in the evening; and many time would
the passenger pause by the garden gate, to listen to
strains of the sweetest music breathe by choral mu-
sic voices from the cottage. If the mysterious stu
dent and his wife were neglected by the neighbours
what cared they! Their enduring and mutual affec-
ton made their home little paradise. But death
came to Eden. Mary suddenly fell sick; and after
few hours ness died in the arms of her husband and
her sister Madeline. This was the students second
heavy affection.
"Days, months, rolled On, and the only solace of
the the bereayed was to sit with the sisters of the de-
ceased and talk of the lost one. To Adelaide az
length he offered his widowed heart. The bridal
was not one of reveiry and mirth. Yet they lived
happily, and the again blossomed in their gar
den. But it seemed if fatality pursued this sin
gular man. When the rose withered, and the leaf
fell in the mellow autumn of the year, Adelaide, too
sickened and died, like her youngest sister, in the
arms of her husband and Madeline.
''Perhaps you Will think it strange, young man,
that after all, the wretched survivor stood again at
the altar. Madeline. l will remember her. She
was beauty in the true sense of the word. She
might have sat upon throne and the most loyal
subject, the proudest peer, would have sworn the
blood in her veins descended from an hundred kings.
She loved the widower for his power and his fame,
and welded him. They married in that church-it
was a summer afternoon--I recollect it WE'LL
During the ceremony the blacklist cloud ever saw
overspresd the heavens, and the moment the third
bride pronounced her clap of thunder shook
the building to its centre. All the females shreked
but the bride herself made the response with steady
voice. and her eyes glistened with wild fire as she
gazed upon her bridegroom. When arrived at his
house she sunk upon the threshod but this was the
timdity of maiden. When they alone he clasp.
ed her hand-it was cold as ice! He looked into
her faceMadeline, said he, swhat means this? your
cheek is as pale as your wedding gown The bride
uttered a frantic shrek. my wedding-gownr' ex-
claimed she mo, no-this is my sisters shroud! the
hour ofccnfesslcn has arrived. Town you lost my
own soul. Yes, yes-I am murderess! She snnil-
cd upon me in the Joyous affection of her young heart
but gave her the fatal drug. Adelaide twined
her white arms about my neck, but l administered
the poison! Take me to your arms have lost my
soul for you, and mine you must Ber
And them continued he, in a hollow voice, cat
that moment came the thunder and the flash, and the
guilty woman fell dead on the f1oorr' The counte.
nance of the narrator expressed all he felt. lf
sand the brdegroomf' asked /, '.the husband of
the destroyer and ihe victims-whatb became of hmr'
''He stands bcf5re yonr' was the thrilling answer.
With regard 10 The goods of this world it might be-
said that parsons are preaching for hem-,hat lawyers
pleatiing tor hem-hat physicians are prescribing
for thei-that anti ors writing for them--that SOL
deIs f. HI ing for tbcm-but that frne NH