The daily crescent. [volume] ([New Orleans, La.]) 1848-1851, 1850-06-15

could thus ebitter The first sweet low Of affection
He took her hand ia siIeuee=-he felt thai eonsoa-;
hon IN . case Of this kind was but mockeFy. They
parted, the one to despair over the expired smbers
the other to nurse the frst sparkIes Of hope The
next morning. scarcely aware what be was doing
or Of the motive which actuased him. Cor who seek
to anayse loves earliest sensation p Edward
sought the abode Of the interesting stranger He
found with her Colonel Fstzzlan's soIicitor that
gentleman. Suspicious Of the warm feeling esnced
BY his friend for the fair Spanizrd had employed a
professional man; for he was well aware that the
letters he had written would give IsadoFe strong
claims upon him. He srrived at the moment when
she first comprehended that her lovers reason for
wishing his letters restored. originated in his fear
Of legal use being made Of them Her dark eve
flashed fire, hercheek burnt with emotion, her heart
beat became audible, she hastily caught the let
teTs. and threw them into the flames. You have
performed your mission, exclaimed she; @leave the
room instantly" Her force was now exhausted
she sank back on the sofa The tender assiduities
OF Edward at length restored her to some degree
Of composure- Il Mas luxury 10 have her feelings
entered into; to share is to s0othe IT, She
told him Of hopes blighted forever: Of wounded
affection; Of the heart sickness which had paled
her cheek, had worn to shadow her once synanet-
Iical form. Shs had n her hand few wiihered
leaves 1t is, said she, sfthe image Of nv fate
this rose fell from my hair one evening Fi,aaIIan
placed It in his bosom by moonlight ] saw Il
thrown aside it was faded. bnt to me il was pre-
cious from even that momentary caress / have 70
this day cherished it. Are not our destinies told
by this flower? His was the bloom, the sweetness
Of love my part was the dead and scentless leaves
Edward had now become herzconslans eonlpsn-
ion; she found in him kind and affsctinnafe
brother. AT tlength he spoke of love Isadors re-
piled by throwing back her long dark hair with
hand whose dazzling whiteness was all thas re-
manned Of It's former beauty. and bade him look on
her pale and faded ccnnienance, and there seek his
\ answer
Yes, / shall wed, but my bridal wreath will Be
cypress, my bed the grave, my spouse the hungry
Edward gazsd on her face, and read conviction;
but still his heart clung to her with oil the deyc.
| tedness Of love, which hopes even in despair and
amid the wreck Of every promise Of happiness
4 grasps even at the unstable waye. One evening
she leaned by a window, gazing fxedly on ih,
! glowing sky of summer sunset; the rich color o
west the INTENSE light Of her soft bur radiant biaeI
i be on what was so beautiful!
For the first timeshe asked for her lutte hithert
she had shrunk from the sound of music Fhzaliau
had loved il; TO her il was the knell OF deparfe,
love. She walked a few wild melancholy notes
These sounds said she, g are to me ffaueht viii
tender reeollections; il is the vesper hymn of mi
own country" She mingled her voice with o.
tones, so faint, sad bnt sweet il was like tn
song Of a spirit as The concluding musmur die,
away She snnk back exhausted Edward for
while supported her head on his shoulder al Iebet
he parted the thick 'nrs from of her iace and tim
idly pressed her lin he H,nxted frQm her ihriIIin
y tcucii@t was his laat kiss-lsadoFe had cspltsd
his arms