The Camden journal. [volume] (Camden, S.C.) 1836-1851, 1850-07-02
4 Geleftr0 Gale.
ISAD0RE...A TALE OF a BROKEN
HEART

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grave covered with plain slab of white marble,
with no other inscription than "Isadore d'Ereil-
10, 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
foreign country, remote from every early as
sociation, her last moments unsoothed by affec-
tionate socitude, no tender voice, whose light
est sound breathed happy memories, no eye Of
fondness on which the fainting mourner might
look for sympathy-her very ashes separated
from their native earth.
"Might not fancy myself hero Of fctions"
said Col. Fitzallan, bending gracefully as he
caught the snow.white hand which had just ar
ranged his sling "Fair lady, hencetorth l
VOW myself your true and loyal knight, and thus
pledge my hearts first homage~ pressing the
yielding fingers gently to his lips Alas! thought
Isadore, blush, sigh and smile, mingled to-
gether-he loves not passionately as love, or
he could not triAe thus; light htcompliment was
never breathed by love. lsadore was at that
age when the deeper tenderness of woman first
deepens the gayety of childhood, like the richer
tint that dyes the rose as it expands into sum-
mer loveliness. Adored by her father, for she
had her mothers voice and look, and came
sweet remembrancer of his youths sole, warm
dream of happiness, of that love whose JOY de-
parted ere it knew one cloud OF care, or sting
of sorrow; a word of anger seemed to Don Fer
nando a sacrilege against the dead, and his
own melancholy constancy gave reality to
the romantic lmaginings of his child. She now
loved Fitzallan with all the tervor of first ex-
element; she had known him under circum-
stances the most affecting, when the energies
and softer feelings of woman were alike called
orth; when the proud and fearless soldier became
dependent on her he had protected laid on the
bed OF sickness, far from the affectiouate hands
that would have slnoothed, the tender eyes that
would have wept over his pillow Isadore be-
came his nurse, soothed with unrenitting 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.o romance was over;
q man above thirty cannot enter into the wild
visions of an enthusiastic girl, fattered by the
attachment which lsadore's very looks betray-
ed, he triaed with her, regardless or thoughtless
of the young and innocent heart that coniided
SO fearlessly. Love has no power to look for
ward-the delicious conciousIless OF the pres.
ent, Il faint but delightful shadow of the past,
form its eternity; the possibility OF separation
never entered the mind of his Spanish love, till
Fitzaans instant return to England became
necessary. They parted with all those gentle
VOWS which are such sweet anchors Tor hope to
rest Oil i'll absence--but, alas, such frai ones
For time her English lover wrote very regu-
larry That philosophe erknew the human heart,
who said, - would separate from my mistress
for the sake of writing to her. A word, Il look,
may be forgotten, but letter is lasting me:
mortal Of affection. The correspondence soon
Stacked on his part. Isadore tending the last
moments of u beloved parent, had not one
thought for self; but when that fathers eyes
were closed, aud 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 succeeded expectation;
fear. not for his fidelity, but his safety; was he
again laid on Il bed of sickness, and lsadore far
away! She dwelt on this idea till it became
present reality; suspense was agony; at length
she resolved to visit England. She sailed, and
after quick voyage, reached the land; a wan
derer 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 forward to the British
shore; it was then the promised home of a be-
loved and happy bride.
The day after her arrival in London, she
drove to her agents, (fOr her father, during the
troubles in Spain, had secured some property in
the English tunds,) hoping from him to gain
some intelligence of the colonel. Passing
through Il very crowded street, her coach be-
coming entangled in the press, occasioned Il
short stoppage. Gazing round i'll that mood,
when, anxious to escape the impressions with
in, the eye involuutarily seeks for others with
out, her attention became attracted to al ele-
giant equipage Could shebe mistaken9 never,
in that fornl-it was surely Fitzallan! Well
she remembered that graceful bend, that air of
protection with which he supported his compan-
ion. The agitated Soaniard just caught a
glimpse Of her slight and delicate figure, OF eyes
blue as spring sky, ola check Of sunset; and,
ere her surprise allowedth power Of movement
the carriage was out of sight Her entreaties
to be allowed to alight, being attributed to fear,
were answered by assurances that she was safe.
(,radnolIy honouiuo n,nro pOmnosed shn hndn