Portage sentinel. [volume] (Ravenna, Ohio) 1845-1854, 1846-02-04

these words; deep silence followed;
tor moment did not even hear her
breathe, then groan of mortal agony
burst from her hearts; | rushed to her,
every trace of color had fled from her
: death like cheek, her eye continued To
range over the hateful paragraph, but
the gaze was that Of idiocy. shud.
dered as | looked upon her, so rigid, 50
statue.like was her whole appearance.
Oh, how Ilonged to wake her from that
trance! but | dared not speak; dread
ed lest the awful suspicious which had
flashed across my brain should be veri.
fled. - What if teason had for ever
: left her throne! Whatl if should be
answered by the rawlings OF maniacl
Oh, God! the horror of that moment.
yet must speak, suspense were even
worse than the dread reality. took
her hand. "Ada," | said, ''what has
happened7 Speak to me, dearest, one
word,-in mercy speak," She did not
even seem to be aware ofmy presence.
In the desperation of the moment, I
thought an allusion to his name might
have the desired effect, and recall her
wandering senses.
"What is the matter, lovel has any
thing happened to Arthur" 1 asked,
my voice trembling with agitation.
She started wildly from her seat, ex-
claiming
danger to whom1-Is he here1 Oh.
no, l had forgotten," she continued
pressing her hand across her brow, and
again sinking into her seat,-"I had
forgot, it is his wedding-day; and, do
you know, we have not wished him
JOYS" and she strove to smile, but the
ghastliness Of that smile will haunt me
to my dying day.
"Why do you look so strangely at
me!" she continued. 81 am quite we'll.
See, there is nothing the matter will,
me-" She tottered few steps across
the room, and then fell sense.ess into my
arms.
For three weeks after this fatal event
watched. as thought, besides her bed
of death. Oh, it was fearful in the still
hour of night to listen to the rawlings Of
delirium--to hear her voice calling
wildly on him she loved to rescue her
from some imaginary peril; then sLs
would entreat him not 10 leave her,
> "Oh, do not let her take you from me-"
she cried; "why should she wish 10
separate us?"
AT length the fever, exhausted by its
own violence, ceased; but the awful
state of weakness in which it lett her
for time precluded all hopes of her ul-
innate recovery, but Heaven had wiIled
it otherwise. Her hour had not yet
come, though the enyenomed dart by
which her young heart was pierced
still lay ranking and fostering at its
core.
Ere another month had passed we
were on our road to Italy, travelling by
slow and easy stages. Oh!how l coun-
ted on its pure air and the sunny bright
ness of its cline TO restore once more
to health the beloved being whose en-
feebled form now resting on my bosom!
At length the goal was won, and my
poor patient seemed to have suffered
less from the effects Of our journey than
| could reasonably have anticipated.
For the first few weeks after our
arrival my most sanguine hope seemed.
about to be realised. 1t was no dream;
she was better, much, much better
T. T. Again blush, like the faint tint Of the
! white rose leaf, began 10 mantle on her
Z cheeks. Alas! the favorable change
was of short duration. Oh, how
= watched for every symtom ofreturning
health,-how ardently prayed that
the only object which years Of sorrow
i had left me now TO love and cherish;
!; the only being bound to me by the tie
of affection, might not be wrested from
me. Could it be possible that !, the
!, wthered trunk over whose devoted
head the storms Of winter had so fierce
; ly ragged, was destined to witness the
decay Of that young plant, to see it
blasted and laid low? .e..
There was too much Of misery in the
thought $50 young so beautiful, we
; could not spare her yet. And thus
+ wantonly deceived myself bat it was
, not so with Ada, though at the time
knew it not,-she had long been aware
of her approaching dissolution.
She had no dread of death; Life had
:, lost all its charms. The bright illusions
J of her ardent youth had faded one by
!. !. one; and, as she herself observed, few
= = short hours before she sank into her last
:. long Sleep
"Of what value is the casket when
= the priceless jewel it contained is lost
for ever2 Itis thus with me. O(whal
'f use now is this poor fragile body when
y the heart within is scared and dead!
(. "You must not give way thus, dear.
t. est" replied. II know you have sui.