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GSADORE-A TALE OF A BROKEN
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scription than "IsADoRE D'ERErLo,
aged 49," These few words speak
history to the heart; thoy tell of a
beautiful flower w;thered, far from
its accustomed sail, in the spring-day
of its blossom; they tell the fate OF
a young aad unhappy stranger, dy-
ing in a foreign country, remote
from every early associating, her
last moments unsoothed by affet
tionate selicitude, no tender voice,
whose lightest sound breathed happy
memories, mo eye of fondness on
which the iainting mourner might
look for sympathy-her very ashes
separated from their native earth.
might / not fancy myself hero
of fctioa!" said Col. Fitzallan, bend
Ing gracefully as he caught the snow
white hand which had just arranged
his sling. "Fair lady, henceforth l
VOW myself your true and loyal
knight, and thus pledge my hearts
first homager' pressing the yielding
fingers gently to his lips. Alas! tho't
Isadore, a blush, sigh and smile,
mingled togcther--he loves not pas
sionately as love, or he could not
trifle thus; light compliment was
never breathed by love. Isadore was
at that age when the deeper tender
ness Of woman first deepens the gay
ETY. of childhood, like the richer tint
that dyes the rose as it expands into
summer loveliness. Adored by her
father, for she had her mothers voice
and look, and came sweet remem-
brancer OF his youths sole, warm
dream of happiness, of that love
whose JOY departed ere it knew one
cloud of care, or sting of sorrow;
word of anger seemed to Don Fer
nando a sacrilege against the dead,
and his own melancholy constancy
gave a reality to the romantic ina
ginings of his child. She now loved
Fitzallan with all the fervor of first
excitement; she had known him un-
der circumstances the most affecting,
when the energies and softer feelings
ct woman were alike called forth;
when the proud and fearless soldier
became dependent on her he had pro-
tccted; laid OH the bed of sickness, far
from the afiectionate hands that would
have smootEcd, the tender eyes that
would have wept over his pillow. Is
adore became his nurse, soothed with
unremitting care the solitude and
WEAKNESS of sick room; and when
again able to bear the fresh air of
heaven, her arm was the support of
her TOO interesting patient.
With FitZallan the day of romance
was over; man above thirty cannot
enter into the wild visions of an en-
thusiastic girl, fattered by the at
tachment which lsadyre's very looks
betrayed, he trifed with her, regard
less or thoaghtless of the youg and
innocent heart that confded so fear
lessly- Love has no power to look
forward--the delicious consciousness
of the present, a faint but delightful
shadow of the past, from its eternity;
the possibility of separation never en-
tered the mind of his Spanish love, till
EitZallan's instant return to England
became necessary. They parted with
all thote gentle vows which are such
sweet anchors for hope to rest on il,
absence-but, alas, such frail ones!
For a time, her English lover wrote
very regularly. That philosopher
knew the human heart who said, IL
would separate from my mistress for
The sake of writing to her." A word,
a look, may be forgotten, but letter
is. lasting memorial of Affection
The correspondence soon Stacked OH
his part, lsadore tending the last
moments of a beloved parent, had not
one thought for self; but when that
fathers eyes were closed, and her
tears had fallen on the companion of
her infancy, the orphan looked around
for comfort, consolation, and felt for
the first time, her loneliness and the
sickness of hope deferred. Fear sue
ceeded expectation; fear, rot for his
fidelity, but his safety; was he again
laid on bed Of sickness, and Isadore
far away? She dwelt on this idea
till IT became a present reality; sus-
gense was agony; at length she re-
solved to visit England. She sailed,
and after quick voyage, reached
the island; a wanderer seeking for
happiness, which, like the shadow
thrown by the lily on the water, still
eludes the grasp. 1t was not thus in
the groves of Arragon, she looked for
ward to the British shore; it was then
the promised home of beloved and
happy bride.
The day after her arrival in Lon
9 don, she dove to her agents, {for her
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