Portage sentinel. [volume] (Ravenna, Ohio) 1845-1854, 1847-10-27


"New Orleans. ssii,e had walked nearly
halfway home, the letser all ti.e,whie aun
opened in her hand, and it:wasn't at ali
strange Did you never do so, reader!
Indulge in sweet dream of'what it con-
tanned; enjoy it lin anticipation, 50 as to
make d double blessing OF itaseeWe k,'ow
YOU have, for. every body has. Halt way
home5she was, when hard by the brink of a
little broek that run murmuring along by
the roadside, ,ikea gleefA 'schiidsiet loose
from, schnol' Frances.spled'a a Inossy stone
Down she sat; the seal was broken, the
sheet was. spread open in her lap, SC nicely
folded as it had becrL and the writing ot
Judgs 'Miiier-:Jadge Mil!er? Pshaw !:
s'her own dear Charles" was before her
Watch her now: her bonnet thrown care
lessly back hangs by the ribbons half loosen
ed, from her shoulders; her face glowing
with exercise and flushed with--well, no
matter. There she si,~--she bends over
the letter and begins to- read--;,ll life, all
light, all love. - Why that start--that pal
lors-4that suppressed cry! Here isthe letter;
gentle reader, was there not cause ~.
Anew Orleans, June 18th, ls-."
''MIss MitLFR, - $
..es--.. Il was with no ordinary
emotion thai perused your letter; it came
upof. my urisuspecting spirit, Ikea thunder
peal in the clear heaven my heart was
chilled. or blasted nj the touch, / know not
which, for the frost mny burn as intensely
as the fire. But it is past now, and rought
remained, ,save for me 10 relinquish all claim
10 your hand, ms have lost all place in
your heart. have loved you,' Frances,
God knows how deeply, owadevotedly; |
love you still, but it is without a thought OF
union. Am the mecenary being a passage
in your letter intinntesa Do ! desire 10
hasten our marriage that the gold may also
be mine! And is it you, you Of all the
world, that have SO read my heart! OH
this. was moro than I could bear but
that too has passed nway--the whirlwind
has gone over; Of the altar Of my idolatry
not one stone is left upon another, and he
lone worshipper has risen from the ruin,
''a sadder but wiser man.
81 have reviewed allour. conversations;
my memory has been endowed with pow.
er afltiost snperuasural, and yet Lean recall
nothing whence such an Inference could be
drawn. T have read and re. read yeaif let
ter Did my vision deceive me, or was
laboring in some horrid dream! Ali no,
it is true, too true, nnd the cup oflny bliss,
that was sparkling close to my lip, is DASH
cd to the dust forever. Frances, do not
recriminate, but I only pray thnt.I may
live long enough to convince the world, for
were you not my world, my all, that "the
pulse which animaies the soul OF Charles
Miller, is not mercenary. do not wish to
pro.ruct tthis:rorrespondence; I would not
give you pain, and q letter from you would
only lend an additional pang TO a heart al
ready torn with anguish. How can we
part thus, but it must be so, and it Is we'll /!
As rwrite, one scene rises in light upon
my memory, and my heart beats sEof Yold
the. scene on the evening Of Exhibition,
when Frances Brooks, yes, she who now
suspects me of sordidness, appeared to my
young eyes like peacemake er and an angel
lie. It pass! Hwas q bright dream of the
morning. ~ e s5slts ts@'.s 5zzz,s-ff<. ii .
"fsnclosed, you win find gthespapers in
due form, relinqnishing all right and title to
the half Of Your fathers estate. Romon-
STRANGE will be unavailing. go s155s :e.ss
"ihaf you may be happy-happy asyou
deserye, happier far than your unworthy
1rlcnoi ls the prayer OF : s.-7 sz5@' I.
,, - CHARLES MILLER" 3
Who can tell how every word of this
sruel letter pierced that young heartl Oh!
gardens may be blighted and bloom again.
but do we not rea2 that bliss driven forth
from Eden, never returnedl All! there's
a volume Of bi.ler truth in that record.
The leaves Of many heart, are written
oil over with confirmation strong as Holy
Writ" There are some that sneer nt the
idea Of broken heart, bot as surely as the
tables of the Law were broken mid the
cloud and the lightning and the thunder OF
the Mount, SO surely have the tablets OF
affection been reft in twain. and the chnrac.
ters traced thereon by the fingers of love
and truth, been dialmed and scattered for
ever. God forgive the esceptics, A''for they
know not what they do % :. Poor Frances |!
Mechanically She sought her home, and
her ROOM. Mechanically she opened the
little desk that confained her treasures.
Those letters, i.s <ie,ters, one~by. one. she
took-s and gazed at them, the super
scription, the date. Once n lock Of hair
fell out upon the floor She picked ii up,
held it a moment in her hand, and then
carefully replaced II within the folds Of the
letter. II was Charles' hair Nota tenr
filled that clear eye; wouldthere had! Oh!
tears are q blessed gift to the griesing -
Well. may we take up the prayer for the
Lunatic and say, ,.'... ~
We thank Thee for the pulse Of joy, s.
For hearts of hope-for flying fears; =,
Wen not forget, in every prayer. ssss.
TO bless tkle for the gift of tears!ssda 10
Yes, her heart was stricken stricken.
The shaft did strike home, and Melville
triumphed at oace over the twain. They
err, how widely, who think the springs OF
happiness are all hidden within the human
heart Ever. the little cloud may dim the
brightness of the fountain, and the very
waters that gpshed into sunshine, may
mursnur sadly yin the shadows. .'ie 'sas. -.
Itcould net be, and again the poor girl
psrused the let1er; il was all there! What
could she hare written. In vain she
thought; in vain she su,nmuned memory TO
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