The Camden journal. [volume] (Camden, S.C.) 1836-1851, 1850-07-30
Alisfellaneous department.
THE BRIDE OF THE SUN.

404i 0lA1AG VI 4ac oON'
Some three years ago. there lived at Mont
martre, in the private establishmen Mt of the kind
and ind.fatigable Doctor Blanche, woman
whose insanity was singular and affecting. She
was young, her features were pleasing, and her
smile still more so; the only mental di>order
she had was The belief that she was belrothed
to the sun-he had promised her marriage she
thought, on a bright autumn morning. and her
lover had covered his radiant visage with clouds
to avoid dazzling The eyes of his mistress. Since
that time, he had been hers and she his; she
had fell her sponse's burning kiss imprinted on
her hand. and she now lived for him alone. The
sun was her joy, and her pride, and her glory;
poor creature; she rose at tho very Instant
when her hest beloved cast his first rays across
the sky. and hailed him with her looks, as the
birds do with their songs, the stream with it,
m,rrnnr, the flowers with their perfume. The
finer the day. the clearer the ky. the more RI.
dian the whole face of nature, the happier was
the poor wretch Was it not her god like hus.
band that distributed light, and warmth, and
comfnrt around him. Was he not the 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 no. to lose the feeblest Of his rays, and the
higher he rose in heaven the more ardent was
her poetical enthusiasm She could hardly he
persuaded to take hel meals so full of her pas
sion was she; and to make her eat, il was her
divine spouse who had gilded those fruit. ripen.
ed this grain and these grapes. SO that she had
right {" sit down at the table he had himself
prepared for her. As nigh, drew near, and the
sun was on the point Of sinking into the waters
Of The Seine, his tender spouse became rs un-
easy as any poor 6sherman's wife, whose h,w-
band has been absent couple of months, when
she hears the sea roar-'What will become Of
my husband 7 she used 10 say, If he on J es.
cape accidents while on his journey! Gradu.
ally day would give place 10 night then she
would clasp her hands and cry, Wait for me.
wait' and hurry to rest.
Singular and happy mndness !! swee, drln.
sion to feel that ones soul belongs TO The sun
in heave-lo have no desire than for an unsul-
lied sky--io fear nothing hut the clouds that
soInetimes obscure the face of the great lumi.
nary-to be happy whenever all nature is hap.
Py! Such was the life Of this poor unaic to'
len yeIrs. She had her troubles, too, as much
as though she had retained her reason; for rs
soon as winier approached, and she saw the
face other spouse grow pale, like that ofa man
MORALLY wound-d-whrn she saw his glory
hidden behind thick clouds. like great man
whose renown is backened by envy, she he.
came the most melancholy Of women. How
long and sad were the short days Of inter -
The more exalted her bridegroom was, the more
did she suffer at seeing him debased, ohscured,
enchained, and helpless. But she is soon 10 he
happy again; yet a little while. and the sun
perces ,hroug gh the masses of thick vapor that
conceal his brightness. and reappears 10 all his
grandeur and glory. So, when this poor luna.
tic found her spouse, ut the return of spring, the
same as he had been in the foregoing season,
and saw the l,aves OF every tree and hush break.