The miners' express. (Dubuque, Iowa) 1849-1854, 1850-09-11

URrcak that bdnd,''-a solemn voice ~.
In deep accordance rose. gs e. ga.s-...
Hark!-hark.-oerf forests ROBBED in snow
In sunny, flower crownd vales;-s ~ Digs.
From where the Atantic's thunder tone
The far Pacific halls, 81 "a
From mart, and dell, where millions DWELL
BY prairie, lake, and hill ""
"We NEVER, NEVER wiu!'' ~
The Bride OF the SUN.
Some three years ago, there lived at Mont.
martre, in the private asylum Of the kind indie
tatirable Dr. Blanche, a woman whose insanity
was singular and affecting. She was young
her features were pleasing and her smile still
more so; the only mental disorder that she had
was the belief that she was betrothed to the sun
--he had promised her marriage, she thought
on bright autumn morning, and her love had
covered his radiant visage with clouds, to avoid
the dazzling eyes of his mistress. Since that
time, he had been hers, and she his; she hat
felt her spouse's burning, glowing kiss imprint
ed upon her hand, and she now lived for him a.
lone The sun was her joy and her pride, and
her glory; poor creature; she rose the very in.
slant when her best beloved cast his first rays
cross the sky, and hailed him with her looks, as
the birds do with their songs, the stream with
its murmur, the flowers with their perfume. -
The finer the day, the clearer the sky, the more
radiant the whole face of nature, the happier was
this poor creature Was it not her god-like hus-
band that distributed light and heat and warmth
and comfort around him? Was he not monarch
of the world and was he not hers? So she
watched every change of place or appearance
which her divinity presented; she seemed anx-
ious not to lose the feebest of his rays, and the
higher he rose in the heavens, the more ar
dent was poetical enthusiasm. She could hard
" be persuaded to take her meals, so full of her
passion was she and TO make her eat, it was ne
cessary to tell her it was her divine spouse who
had gilded these fruits, ripened this grain and
these grapes; SO that she had right to sit down
at the table he had himself prepared for her,
As night drew near, and the sun was on the
point of sinking into the waters OF the Seine, his
tender spouse became as uneasy us any poor
fisherman wife, whose husband has been abb
sent couple of months, when she hears the sea
roar. sWhat will become of my husband? :"
she used to say; "nay he escape accidents on
his iourney!'' Gradually day would give place
to night; then she would clasp her hands and
cry; swat for me watt and hurry to rest
Singular and happy madness sweet delusion.
to feel that one soul belongs to the sun in hea
ven, to have no other desire than for an unsul-
lied sky to fear nothing but the clouds that
sometimes obscure the face OF the great lumlna-
nv; to be happy when all nature is happy! The
life of this poor lunatlc was such tor ten years
She had her troubles, too, as mach as though
she retained her reason; for as soon as winter
approached, and she saw the face Of her spouse
grow pale, like that of man MORALLY wounded;
when she saw his glory hidden behind thick
Clouds like great man whose renownis black
ened by envy, she became the most lnelancho-
ly of women! How long and how sad were the
short days Of winter The more exalted her
bridegroom was, the more did she suffer at see
ing him debased, obscured, enchanted and help
less. But she is soon to be happy again; yet
little while and the sun pierces through the mas
ses of thick vapor that conceals his brightness,
and reappears in all his grandeur and glory
So, when this poor lunatic found her spouse, at
the return of Spring, the same he had been
the foregoing season, and saw the leaves of ev
cry tree and bush breaking their prisons to well
come HIM, joy returned to her spirit; she put on
her gayest dresses, and sung her most cheerful
hymn: aRejoice, all we in heaven, and on earth;
rejoice We stars of the armament; and rejoice ye
waves Of the stream; we angels who above
our heads, and ye men who tread the earth be-
meath our feet, rejoice! for my spouse, the sun
was sick, and has come back in health, he was
lost and nowi is found'
This happy delusion, as we have said, lasted
ten years, spite of all the efforts of science
The bride Of the sun died some three years ago,
and her death was touching as her life. 1t was
noon of lovely day; the sun was bright, yet
mild, and showered down its purest rays on all
creation. His bride seated on turf under
gecd fruit tree, watched the movements of her
august spouse in the sky. Her heart had never
been more filled with love, her glance was new
er more tender, her dream had never approach
ed nearer to reality. They understood each
orher so WE'LL the sun and she he moved so
slowly through the sky, doubtless to have more
time to look upon her as knelt before him. But
oh heavens! all at once the fountain of light and
heat stops and grows dark; all at once it disap-
pears; not as formerly, sinking gradually into
the river, after having shaken brilliant gold dust
from his garments, but pauses abruptly, hides
his yisage and is seen no more. Where is he !?
"Yes,' she screamed, tiny husband is with RI
val; he is false to me! he has left me during the
day, and will not return at night! and the poor
who lived only to gaze on him by day, to wait
for him at night, to greet him in the morning, to
sing his praise in the spring to admire him in the
summer and to weep for him in the winter; the
poor creature, seeing him disappear SO suddenly,
without knowing whitAer he went, or when he
would return, died during the eclipse; died Of
Jealousy, love and despair.
THE New York Cry GOVERNMENT ON A