Richmond palladium. [volume] (Richmond, IA [i.e. Ind.]) 1839-1854, 1847-11-09


and her bonnet falling off. disclosed the most
lovely FEATURES we ever contemplated. Her
ven iresscs fell over her shoulders in graceful
disorder, and clasping her hands in prayer, she
turned her dark eyes to Heaven. What agony
was in that look. What beauty, too, what hea-
reniy beauty, had not much misery been stamp
ed upon it. Alas! that glance told mel
anchoy tale.
- she changed
AS by the sickness of her soul; her mind
Had wandered from its dwelling, and her eyes
They had not their own lustre, but the look
Which is not of the earth she was become
The queen of fantastic realm; her thoughts
Were combinations of discounted things
And fnrIts, impaIpable aud uhPcrceVed
OF Others sight familiar were to hers
Her brother. the gentleman in black, was un-
RENTING ~ hs efforts TO so"the her spirit. ii"
led her back to her seat; but her hair was still
unbound, and her beauty unveiled The cars
ratified on, and the passengers III groups fcstIn1-
ed their conversation. suddenly wild melody
arose; it was the beautiful maniacs voice, rich,
full, ana nmtable. Her hands crossed on
her henving BOSOM and she waved her body
she sung with touching pathos
'.Shc is far from the land where her young hero
And lovers are round her signing,
But coidly she turns from ,ser gaze and wceps,
-- / or ~. i,oait ia his grave is lying
s'Shc SINS the wild songs of her dear native plains
Ever, note which he loved awaking-
All lit.c they think, who delight in her strains.
IIovtlic heart OF the minstrel is break ing!'
Her tother was unnamed, and he wept - oniy
man rcep. The air changed, and She contIn-
ucd
aIas sorrow thy Young days shaded
As clouds DER the morning ilcctR
Too fast have those young days faded,
That even IN sorrow were sweet!
II thus the unk ind world wither
Each feeling that once was DEAR
Come, child Of misfortune, come hitler,
I'll weep with thee tear for tear
She then sung fragment OF the beautiful ny mn
'Jesus, lover Of my soul.
LIE, me to thy bosom tly"'
Another attempt TO rise up prevented. and
she threw herself on her knees beside her broth
,r aud gave him such Il flournful entfcatlHg
look with a pIaintve. "save me, my brother.
snvc YOUR sister" that scarcely a passenger could
refrain from weeping. We say scarcely, Tor
there ras was he maH?) who called
on the conductor to ''put her ont of the car. -
He received the open scorn of the company. HIS
insensbiIty to such scenes of distress almost de-
fes belief; and yet this is, i'll every particular.
an "ow'er true tale."~ Should he ever read
these lines, may his niarbieh hart be sottencd by
the recollection of his brutality,
Again the poor benighted beauty raised her be-
witching voice to of the most solemn sacred
airs:
"Oh, where shall rest be found,
Rest for the weary soulf
And continued her melancholy chaunt until we
reached the steamer Mount Vernon. on board of
which we descended the magnificent James riv
cr; the unhappy brother aud sister occupying the
.ladirs' cabin His was a sorrow too Protoun,!
for ordinary consolation; and dared in
,rude far upon his grief as TO satisfy his Curl
oSitv.
We were standing the promenade deck. adj
Mining the beautiful scenery Of the river, when
AT of the landings. the small boat pulled away
for the shore with the unhappy pair. en- route
for the Asylum NJ --. She was standing erect
in the stern Of the boat her head still uncovered
and her white dress and raven tresses fluttcring
in The breeze The boat returned, aud the steam
moved on for Norfolk. They gone. that
brother with his broken heart, that sister with
her melancholy union Of beauty and madness.
GLENN ARLOCH.
NJ insa fcske