Wilmington journal. [volume] (Wilmington, N.C.) 1844-1895, 1847-05-14
gMla JOWRNNH,
Written for the Wilmington Journal.
Fatality of Disappointed Love.

win others 1t exists In the more exposed and Gle
waited region of the passions. VIXEN blown into
name 1t lights up the general impulse of life.
maniftsting itself in every thought. every word.
every action. IT'S often suffered to shoulder a.
mong infervent vapors of bitter thought and con.
temptation; the consequences of which are fatal,
for 1t dries up the current of ife 1t has but one
antidote: its success in communicating with. and
kindllng into flame. the dormant ardor from which
1t caught fire, when it is lost in visions of imaei
nary bliss. In the one instance it is whitening
poison to vitality, while in the other it's sweet
OF human existence.
1t is seldom that any sturdy frame of the male
part Of the human family is more than tcmporari-
y affected. Man, like the hardy oak of the forest
Will bend beneath the whirng blast of the tempest
until 1t passes away, when he will lift himself and
brighten up again into sunshine. But with wo-
man 1t often grows into malady. She may be IL
kened to the tender twig which clings for support
and protection to the more able growth Of the
wood, but which, in some hurricane. is torn furi.
ousiy away and cast off to die, neglected and fol-
gotten.
This may, perhaps, be viewed, by those who are
less ardent in their nature than myself, as wild
delneatlon of the fancy; and too, as they, might
probably be hard of persuasion, had l not once
witnessed its practical demonstration in the de-
cline of fair and lovely female the only child of
widowed mother, whose woe-begone appearance
led me to make inquiry concerning the cause
Others pretended to be blind and unable to dis
cover any certain cause of her gradual decIension,
while |, from the information gained by my ear
nest inquiry and my careful observation of every
symptom by which the cause of her indispostion
could be traced out, was successful in at once de-
tectIng preying upon The very core of her heart,
the poisonous worm of disappointed love- The
cause, | thought, should have been known to all
those, at least, who were familiar with the attri-
butes of female character, or were at all addicted
to close observation. It was at least no stranger
to her own bosom, of which it had too long been
a reigning inhabitant
1t was heart-rendng, it was agonizing, it was
sonl-piercing, to behold the gradual whitening of
ness Of which had been, by the ruthless touch of
some careless hand, turned into the meagre and
pald form of fading beauty. Yes! The once
modest and beautiful, but now whitening bud, haG
just begun to steal bashfulIy forth from its green
vernal easement toto lovely flower. But ere it
matured the chilling blast of an untimely winter
wiIted aud weighed down its beautiful head.
1t finally decaycd, and fell Iiftlessly from the
stem of its support, DESERVING, with an air of Sc
rene and passive composure, its lovely and bloom
ing companions, leaving them in weeping attitude.
to droop over and mourn its sudden and untimeIy
downfall, and exposing, but alas too late for
dy, the black worm that had sucked out its life.
| An unreserved intimacy existed between JULIA
(for that was her name,) and myself She hereto
fore had no thought but my bosom was made it's
depository; no girlish desire but was the medium
through which she accomplished its qualification;
no design but she made me its executor, and why
should she now refuse to lean upon me as secret
stay and solace in these her hours Of agony.
| had discovered the hidden channel through
which the current of her life was gradually cour-
sing itself into darkness, flowing ruggedly over
every moment of her happiness, and converting
her youthful hopes into bitter CONCENTRATIONS, and
her dreams of love into thoughts of misery.
Although the unhappy attachment had been
formed between herself and one of my relations,
he did not even hint to me that he had been OPP
posed in his love; out, as I supposed, endeavored
to conceal his modification with repeated and
fruitess attempts at cheerfulness. After having
secretly gathered all the circumstances connected
with the case, determined to pay her a visit,
which accordingly did.
My arrival was, as I anticipated, greeted with
joy. and the hearty welcome of the mother at first
inspired me with the hope that my secret and un-
known designs would at last wear the crown of
success; but little reflection taught me the falla
cy of hope-'tis all form with her, thought while
that of the daughter is the pure impulse of the
heart.
The beautiful little Julia ran and met me at a
wicket gate that opened upon the yard, with one
of those bewitching smiles that had been the erna-
ment of her angel face in her moments of by-gone
gadness. and which had stolen its way back from
the dark dungeon of misery in which it had been
pent up, through some portal which the strength
of her JOY at my wished for, though unexpected
arrival had forced open. But the agony of her
bosom had been too firmly located to be cheated
thus easily out of its existence. Misery forced it.
self again upon her memory, and the smile of Joy
fell back into its dark dungeon of sorrow, like an
innocent victim disappointed in escape.
Her vapid attempts at cheerfuness. her repeated
endeavors to smile away from her lovely features
those traces of misery which the premature arrival
of lifes sorrows had Marked too plainly told that
the cup of her bosom's gladness had been drained
of its last sweet, and supplied with the gall of Bit
terness.
The whole of her conversation, during the even
ing, was filled with suppressed and unconscious
signs, while she endeavored to make herself agree
able, with an occasional forced and unnatural
smile, and in which she would try TO print the
language of joy but ere she could succeed, some
minister of disappointed hope would blacken the
pure whiteness of its nature, and throw 1t back a
condemned sheet in the dark portfolio of misery;
covering its accustomed place of beauty with ira
ces of the deepest anguish.
Why, thought, can not now rule that spirit
which had ever before yielded INCREASINGLY 20 the
mild force of my persuasion Why has she suf-
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