Wisconsin tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1847-1854, 1849-05-25
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Edith Gray, The ForsaEen.
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Written or told-exceeding beautiful"
''Oh. mother are these diamonds really
for me 7" said Edith Gray. as she flew to tn,
mirror to admire their flashing light amid hel
dark ringlets. land never surely did mirror
reflect loveier face or figure with or without
adornment.) "How kind was this of papa -
Suddenly she stopped, while bright flush
fitted over her cheek. Her mother looked
smiIingly at her. and said
s.Sha interpret that blush for you, Ed
it'll You are thinking OF Fitzhugh, and
wondering if you will attract his notice at the
ball TO night.'
The color deepened on Edith's cheek. and
her beautiful eyes were yelled by their long
lashes, rs she replied-'sYou are right mann
mn: confess he fascinates me. What no
BILE air he has,-what speaking eyes and''-
Stop Edith - said her mother: Il think
YOU are more than half in love already, with
Your acquaintance of half week.
Surely, mother, it does not need months
or wears to-
Find out whether mnn is handsome, >
Iaughinglv replied her mother; then raising
md kissing her forehead. she said. beware
Edith have care 10 your he7rt, till you
know whether he IS worthy OF it.
Never fear, dear mother" said Edith. as
with light step she bounded from the room,
there can be no guile there -
Take peep with me into the bali room,
fair reader. The air is laden with the per-
fumes of countless flowers; soft eyes look
love to eyes that speak again fair forms and
gliding feet keep time with the voluptuous
swell OF music. while amid a blaze OF light,
the attraction OF Nil eyes and hearts, stands
our lovely Edith. Her eyes need not the aid
of diamonds TO night. while her raven locks
fall over n neck that mocks her snowy robe.
Fitzhugh is by her side. With person of
matchless beauty, tall commanding figure,
fauitiess features, and manner perfected by
intercourse with the best society in his own
and foreign countries, added 10 n voice of
sweetness and power. was ne not a dangerous
acquaintance for our lovely, warm hearted
friend No guile Merei'' God help thy
trusting heart, Edith Aud now her delicate
waist is encircled by his arm III the giddy
waltz, his warm breath is upon her flushed
cheek, while murmurs of admiration are heard
NIL sides-how lovely how surprisingly
beautiful,
Fair reader. do You see that low rooted cot
sace, almost concealed by Iuxuriaut elms-its
sides covered with clinging roses and honey
suckles You may well look up at that
email window you pass. and turn away. but
look again at that lovely picture Is there
not beauty in that female head Look at
forehead, the iips of vermiIion, and the large
lustrous eyes But see tear IS sparkling
there md how ii lies like gem amid the
clustering curls of that fair boy whose arms
ancircle her neck. Yes, she is mother, with
no more traces of age than the child who nes-
ties in her bosom.-.3 mother, bat NOT a scffe :
God help her.
Look again she sees US mother tears
fall thicker and faster-the boy with his tiny
hand tries to wipe them away, and now and
then put up his pouting lips 10 kiss her. The
mother gazes at him through her tears. parts
the hair trem his broad forehead, and muir
murs, so like his father - then in an agony
Of tears clasps him to her breast, and weeps
till she has no more tears to shed. Poor Ed
it'll So Young. so beautiful, SO trusting, so
wretched, so ruined
But look again Night has come on; the
holy stars are keeping watch alike over saint
and sinner; the merry birds have hushed
their songs, and nothing Is heard but the
distant cry of the whpporwlll, as he sings his
melancholy song. Blessed be God for sleep,
rte friend of the wretched Look now at
these fair dreamers The boys arms are
thrown about his mothers neck. as If, even
n sleep, he feared TO be parted from her his
little cheek is flushed and glowing, as it rests
upon her breast: she with tear still glitter
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slightly parted. her rich hair floating like a
veil about her face and figure. lies by his side.
But look again she throws those white arms
restlessly about, and those parted lips muir
muir the holy name of Mother -
Alas Edith thou hast no longer mother
her "gray hairs have gone with sorrow to
the grave" But still in her dream, Edith is
mn innocent child Her fathers caressing
hand is laid with blessing on those cluster
ing locks. Sisters and brothers thronc about
her. making the air musical with their merry
shouts Poor Edith ! and will not sleep be-
friend thee 7
She rises wildly from her pillow, gazes at
those holy siais whose quiet beauty seems but
10 mock her agonizing misery, shrouds her
from their purple light, and falling on her
knees by her child. sobs convulsivel y-"God
pity me God be merciful te me sinner =
The eve that "neyer SAUNDERS nor sleeps,
looks down upon thee, Edith. The ear thai
IS never deaf to the cry OF a breaking heart
bears thee. The hand that is always out
stretched 10 save the penitent, is extended &c
fnee. Daughter. thy sin is forgiven thee
go and sir no more