Southport telegraph. [volume] (Southport, W.T. [i.e. Kenosha, Wis.]) 1840-1850, 1850-01-11
THE DEFORMED GIRL.
BY ]. G. WHITTIER.

BY G. WHITTIER.
Memory, mysterious memory holy and bless
ed as a dream of Heaven to the pure in spirit
haunter and accuser Of the guilty. Uncscapa-
bic presence! Lingering through every yicissi-
tude, and calling Us back 10 the dim sepuchru
images Of departed time-opcniug anew the deep
fountain OF early passion-the thrilling aspira-
tons of after years While the present is dark
with anguish, and the future gaddancd with no
sun-boW OF anticipation, invoke thy spell ofpow-
er. Unroll before me the chart Of vanished hours;
let me gaze once more on their sunlight and
shadow.
/ am an old man; the friends Of M youth are
gone from ne. Some have persisted on the great
deep, others on the pale-iiod niar off in the land
Of strangers and many, very many have been
gathered quietly in the old churchyard of our
native village They have left me alone, even as
the last survivor of fallen forest, the hoary rep
resontatiye OF departed generations. The chains
which once bound me to existence have been
INSTRUMENTATION, Ayarica, Pride, even all that
awakcns into power the intolarablo thirst OF mind.
Bat there are some nHlder thoughts, some bright
er passages in the dreams Of my being, vel Iiy
ling at the fountain 0. ]lemory-though,s of pare
and angelic communion linked bv a thousand
tender associations 10 the Paradise OF iove.
There was ona--a creature Of exalted intel
l2ct--a being whose thoughts went upwards like
the incense OF flowers upon COPS natural affairs.
| they were so high and unlike TO earth, Vet was
She not proud OF her high gill. With the bright
est capacities Of an Embodied spirit, there was
something more than woman's laeeknaas in her
dcmcanor. II was the condescensi0n Of scraphc
intellect-the forgiveness and the tears OF con-
soious purity extended to the erriug and passion
ate earth
she was not q being to love with an earthly
I
( mind Ii bore no resemblance with those beau
Ititul forms which Glide before the ewes of ro-
nance ID tue ahado4Ay world of Dreams. Il was
not like tho bright realities Of bsing-t!ic wealth
OF beauty which IS sometimes concentrated 10 tue
matclIleSs form OF woman. 1t was detOnmltV,
relieved only by the intellectual glory OF u dark,
| sonl-like eye.
Yet, strange as it may seem, loved ler deep
! iy-paasiomtely, a the Young heart can love
! When It Pours Itself out like an obauoh TO Is
/ IDOL. There were gentle and lovely ones around
/ me--cTeatures 0! smiles AMI bushes, ooit tones
and melting 2onces, but the!r beatty made no
/ lasting impression on my heart Mime was an
| intellectual ioye--yearniDg after s0mCth!Dg In
/ visible and holy--somethlng above the ordinary
standard OF human desire, set apart and sancu-
/ fed as it were, by the mysteries OF the mind.
/ Mine was not love 10 BE- revealed IN throng-
ed circles of gayety and fashion it was ayowed
| underneath the bending heaven, when the per-
feet stars were alone gazing upon Us. Il was
IrciCCtad but not in sC0rn, III pride, nor in anger
! BY that hgh-thoughted oirI. She would ask MY
/ friendship. nv sympathy, bat besoaght me--aye,
with tears. she besouglt me to speak no more OF
! Love- obeycd her | fed from her presence
/ | mingled once more in tile busy tide Of being.
aud ambition entered my soul. Wcalth came up-
on me Unexpectedly, and the Voice of praise be-
came familiar sound I returned at last with
! lie impress of manhood upon my broW--and
sought again the being Of my dreams.
She was diving Consumo,i0n--pale gha.tlv
CONSUMPTION had taken away her hold on exist
cnce. The detormcd and Uniting tenement was
yielding to the impulses Of the soul
Clasping her wasted hard bent over her in
speechiess agony. She raised her ewes to mine.
and in those beautiful embems of the soul. |
read the boarded affection of ypars-tha l0nr
smotLored emotion Of smotbarod heart.
Henry She said, and bent lower to catch
The f21terinrr tones Of her sweet yoico Il have
/ loved lone and E,-yeutlv I feel that am dyinp