The daily crescent. [volume] ([New Orleans, La.]) 1848-1851, 1850-06-15

Isad lore e--A Tale OF n Broken Heart.
In the church-yard Of 4, there is
grave covered with plain slab Of white marble,
with no other inscription than Isadore EreiIlo
aged nineteen" These few words speak history
to the heart they tell of beautiful flower
withered, far from its accustomed soil, in the
spring-day of its blossom they tell the fate Of a
young and unhappy stranger dying in a foreign
country, remote from every early association, her
last moments unsoothed by afiectionate solicitude,
no tender voice, whose lightest sound breathed
happy memories, no eye OF fondness which the
fainting mourner might look for sympathy--her
very ashes separated from their native earth
Might not fancy myself hero Of fiction y
said Col FitzaIlan, bending gracefully as he caught
the snow-white hand which had just arranged his
sling. Fair lady, henceforth vow myself your
true and loyal knight, and thus pledge my hearts
first homsge," pressing the yielding fingers
gently 70 his lips. Alas thought Isadore, a-blush,
sigh and smile, mingled together-he loves not
passionatey as love, or he could not trihe thus
a light compliment was never breathed by love.
Isadore YVES at that age when the deeper tender
ness Of woman first deepens the gayety Of child
hood like the richer tint shat dyes the rose as i,
expands into summer loveliness Adored by hel
father, for she had her mothers voice and look
and came sweet remembrancer of his youth !,
sole, warm dream Of happiness, Of that love whose
joy departed ere it knew cloud Of care, or sting
Of sorrow word of anger seemed to Don Fer
nando sacrilege against the dead, and his own
melancholy constancy gave a reality to the 70.
mantic maginings of his child She now loved
Fitzallan with all the fervor Of first excitement
she had known him under circumstances the most
affecting, when the energies and softer feelings Of
woman were alike called forth when the proud
and fearless soldier became dependent on her he
had protected laid the bed OF Sickness far from
the affectionate hands that would have smoothed
the tender eyes that would have wept over bis pill
low. Isadore became his nurse, soothed with un,
remittine care the solitude and WEAKNESS OF 3
sick room; and when again able to bear the fresh
air Of heaven her arm was the support Of her toe
interesting patient.
With Fitzaan the day of romance was over |; q
man above thirty cannot enter into the wild visions
Of an enthusiastic girl fatiered by the attachment
which Isadore's very looks betrayed he triaed with
her regardless or thoughtess OF the young and in
nocent heart that confided so fsarlessly Love ha,
| no power TO look forward-ihe delicious concious
ness OF the present. faint but delightful shadow
ofthe past form its eternity the possibility of sepa
ration never entered the mind of his Spanish love
| till Ftzallan's instant return to England becam,
necessary They parted with all those gentle VOW
which are such sweet anchors for hope to rest oi
| in ahsence-but alas, such frail onesi For a Tim
/ her English lover wrote very regularly. That phi
| losopher knew the human heart, who said s
| would separate from my mistress for the sake O
/ writing to her." word, a look, may he forgotten
i but letter is lasting memorial of affection. Th
correspondence soon slarked on his part. isador
| tending the last moments of beloved parent, ha
| not one thought for self; but when that father
ewes were closed, and her tears had fallen on tn
companion other infancy, the orphan looked aroun
for comfort consolation, and felt, for the first time
her loneliness and the sickness of hone deferred
Fear succeeded expectations fear, not for his fidel
| ity hut his safety; was he again laid on bed q
sickness, and Isadore far awayi She dwelt o
this idea till il became present reality suspeDs
was agony at length she resolved TO visit England
| ba easto Cd nd aft = a0a5 rnae had
land; wanderer seeking for happiness, whicl
like the shadow thrown by the lily on the waite
still eludes the grasp. It was not thus 10 the grow,
of Arragon she looked forward to the British shore
ii was then the promised home of a beloved ar
haDpy bride.
The day after her arrival in London, she drov
10 her agents. (for her father, during the trouble
in Spain, had secured some property in the Englis
funds,) hoping from him to gain some inselligenc
ofthe colonel. Passing through very crowde
street, her coach becoming entangled in the pres
I occasioned short stoppage. Gazing round IN thi
mood, when, anxious to escape ihe impressio,,
within, the eve involuntarly seeks for Others Will
! out, her attention became atranted to an elegal
i eqnipage. Could she be mistaken - never,
that form--it was surely Fiizallan Well she :
membered that graceful bend, thatair Of proiecIis
with which he supported his companion. ~
.t aQitated Spaniard just caught glimpse OF h
slight and delicate figure, Of eyes blue as spriI
- sky, of cheek Of sunset; and, ere her surpfi
allowed the power oil movement, tne cdfiiaso ~
out Of sight. Her entreaties TO be allowed
ID alieht. being attributed to fear, were answered
"a assurances that she was safe. Gradually becoI
y ing more composed, she bade the coachmqn inqui
who lived in the house opposite. Il was the mar
: she lonQed to hear Colonel Fiizallan. She
4 turned home, and with tiemulous hand traced
" few lines, telling him how she had wept his
Z lence, and entreating him TO come and say she v
| still hisow Isadore. The evening passed dEeari
y hut he came not. Was he indspsnsably engage
Had he not received her note Any snppositi
but intentional delay. The next morning the sal
fervid anxiety oppressed her at length she hei
the door open, and. springing TO the window,
caught the sight of military man--she heard
IS steps ON the stairs-a gentleman entered, bn
4. was NOT Fiizallanl Too soon she learned his n
Or sion; he whom she had loved, SO trusted,
,s welded another-the lady she saw the day bei
was his wife and unwilling TO meet her hims
!. he had charged friend TO communicate the 4
l'' intelligence
on Edward B. gazed with enthusiastic adm
lion on the beautiful creature, whose pale lips
lie scaldng tears, which forced their way through
long dark eyeashes, heHed the frmness
- woInan's pride taught her to assume. Shs
deep shame, thought be, on the cold, the ms
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