The Evansville journal. (Evansville, Ind.) 1834-184?, 1847-01-28

ale is here.n she murmured. "Raise me,
mother, while have lime to speak to him. y
Byron looked around the small chamber,
trying in vain TO break the spell of awe which
the scene threw over him. An apparition
from another world could not have checked
more fearfully and completely the more
worldly and scornfuI under-current of his ma
ture. He stood with bis heart beating al
most audibly, his knees trembling beneath
him, awaiting what he propheticaliy feltio be
warning from the very gate of heaven.
Propped with pillows, and left By, her at
tendants, the dying girl turned her head to-
ward the proud poet and noble, standing by
her bedside, and a slight blush overspread
her features, while smile of angelic beauty
stole through her lips. In that smile the face
reawakened TO lis former loveliness, and sell
dom had he who gazed breaIhlessly upon her,
looked on such incompatible beauty. The
spacious forehead and the noble contour still
visible of the emaciated lips, bespoke genius
impressed upon tablet all feminine in its Ian,
guage; and in the motion of her graceful
neck, there was something thatstill breathed
Of surprising elegence. 1t wasihe shadowy
wreck of no ordinary mortal passing away
humble as were The surroundings, and strange
as mad bsen his summons TO her bedside.
"AAd is this Byron?p she said, at last, in a
voice bewilderingly sweet even through IFS
weakness. "My lord! | could not die with
tout seeing you-without relieving my soul
| from mission with which il has been long
burthened. Come nea'er--for have NO
time left for ceremony, and must say what
| have 10 say-and de-"
She hesitated, and as Byron took the thin
hand she held 10 him, she looked steadily up
on his noble countenance,
Beautiful" she said; "beautful as the
dream of him which has SO long haunted me
the intellect and the person of a spirit Of
i light! Pardon me, my lord! Pardon me
that at moment SO important to yourself the
remembrance of an early feeling has beer
betrayed into expression"
She paused moment, and the bright col
or that had shot through her cheek and brow
faded again, and her countenance resumed
lis heavenly serenity. 81 am near enough
to DEATH" she resumed--"near enough &c
point you almost to Heaven from where am
and it is on my heart like the one errand o
my life-like the bidding of God-to implor'
you TO prepare for judgment. Oh, my lord
with your glorious powers, with your wonder
) Gus gifts, be not lost! Do not, for the poo
pleasures of world like this, lose an etemi
: ty in which your great mind will outstrip th'
intelligence of angels. Measure this though
| scan the worth of angelic bliss with th'
: intellect which has ranged so gloriousl,
J through the universe; do not, on this one mo
I.,o,,;o,,. c,,h;ao, &c Human iusaroct--nn hi
alone be not short sighied!' s.,r
"What shall do?" suddenly burst fror
:. Byron's lips in tone of agony. But wit
an effort as if struggling with death pang
i he again drew up his form, and resumed tn
: marble colmness of his countenance.
The dying girl, meantime seemed TO hav
t, lost herself in prayer. With her waste
d hands clasped on her bosom, and her eye
o turned upwards, the slight motion of her lip
n betrayed TO those around her that she wa
pleading at the throne of mercy. The ply
n stefan crept close to her bedside, but wit
e his hand on his breast and his head boweC
he seemed but watching for the momer
II when her soul would take its flight.
She suddenly raised herself on The pillow
l. Her long brown tresses fell over her shou
o ders, and brightness unnatural and almo'
fearful kindled in her eyes. She SCENE
Z endeavorng to speak, and gazed steadfastl
at Byron. Slowly, then, and TRANQUILITY sh
; sank back upon the pillow, and as her hand
t: fell apart, and her eyelids dropped, she mu
;" INJURED, "Come TO Heaven!n and the stillne.
n. of death was in the room. The spirit ha
fed.