Wisconsin tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1847-1854, 1850-02-01
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THE LILY OF NEWPORT.
b LILLE .LILsEHCB.
CHAPTER II,
CoNTINUED.

Listen, lady, and blame me not. How
oh, how, from my earliest youth, have felt /
was not like those around me. They could
not understand, appreciate, or symPathize
with me. They knew me not. My feelings
were fine, my tastes refined, and my unsa.is-
fed heart was set to music. | felt that to me
were given gifts that but the few possessed
But | was poor. The pen and the pencil were
my dearest friends, and my dream deepened
with every new creation, Deepened 1-yes,
to darkness. | wished to 60 TO Italy-wcnt
Ito perfect myself in art. And there / met
with the bright inspiration that colored every
painting, and set in light the hearts high poe-
sy. 1t was the lady-but no matter. She was
a young English girl, and had accompanied
her father there for her health. And how good,
and pure, and beautiful! How could help
but love her? My affection was returned.-
Alas, what was but pennyles poet and ar
list
"The naughty lord her father--scorned me.
was proud. I should have been too proud
to have ever wished that delicate daughter to
share my poverty. But was young, and
hope whispered that my genius would supply
me with all that life could need. We were
married. And that too lovely, loving child
was, from that hour, disowned. My frail, gen.
tie, and beautiful bride Oh, how | nerved
the arm for her, and how every effort failed
| was poor. | was not distinguished. My
works were unsold, though kneW they were
more perfect than thousands that were lauded
to the Heavens. Disappointment followed dis
appointment, and my heart was almost broken;
more on my wifes account than on my own.
Yet she never murmured, never complained,
but loved me still. o my God, my God, how
my heart has been wrung
Il resolved to go to America perhaps my
talents would be appreciated there. All was
thus arranged. But my all was spent ere |
arrived on these shores. All God l-all I
No; my wife and child sleep beneath Ameri-
can soil but know not where--I know not
where
''For months and months, delirium had fas-
tened its fatal fangs upon my fevered BRAIN
My fair and fragile wife, had it not been for
me, might have still been living in her own
courtly home. And yet, had justice been done
my talents and my efforts, l could have sup
ported her. For that | have cursed the world
cursed it. Itmay be wrong. cannot help
it. When | recovered, | learned how much
the whole cost of my sickness had been. in the
lowly hut where Ihad been conveyed. | work
ed-yes, tcorked-and obtained the money,
and cancelled the debt. / would not owe the
world scorned, and loathed, and hated. And
with the little had left, purchased materials
for painting and writing. and sought my home
here. And sometimes have rondescended to
buy bread, but not often. My food has prin-
cipally been birds, which my own hand hath
brought down with gun | bought for that
purpose, and fish, and fruits, and nuts, and
berries. Thus have lived. The world and
have parted company for ever. | despise it,
and it has long, long since forgotten me.
.tBut come-looI into my room," and halt
scornful smile curled his white lip as he step
ed aside, and drew away from the trees and
bushes tall, flat stone, and pushing the vines