Portage sentinel. [volume] (Ravenna, Ohio) 1845-1854, 1851-11-24
The Wife-Al Thrilling sketch.
BIT JOHN G, WHITTIER.

| She was beautiful girl when first saw
| her. She was standing at the side OF her
lover, at the marriage altar. She was
slightly pale yet ever and anon, as the
ceremony proceeded. a faint tinge of GRIM
son crossed her, beautiful cheek, like the re-
Election Of a sunset cloud upon the, clear
waters Of a quiet lake. Her lover, as be
clasped her hand with his own, gazed on
her with uamingled admiration, aud warm
and eloquent blood shadowed at intervals
his ma My forehead aud melted il beauty on
his lips. al ...sssrs- ars 81 g..gE-t 5s.ig ..gs
And they gave themselves TO one another
in the presence Of heaven, and every heart
blessed them, as they went their way re-
joicing in ,their. love. >.-y ,;;-,-sszgs -.
Years passed, and again- saw those
lovers. They were seated together where
the light Of sunset stole through half closed
crimson curtains, lending a richer tinr to
the delicate carpeting and the exquisite en-.
belishment o. the rich and gorgeous apart
ment. Time had slightly changed them
in outward appearance. The girlish buoy
ancy Of the one had indeed given place to
the grace of perfect womanhood, and her
lips were somewhat paler, and faint line
of care was slightly perceptible upon her
brow. Her husband 5 brow, too,wa mark
ed somewhat more deeply thin his age
might warrant; anxiety and ambition, aud
pride had grown over it, and left the traces
upon it; a silver hue was mingled with the
dark in his hair which had become thin
around his temples, almost to badness.
He was reclining on his splendid .attoman,
with his face half hidden by his hand, as he
feared that the deep and troubled thoughts
which oppressed him were visible upon his
features. s-.-.... t4.,.
Edward, you are i'll tonight said his
wife, in a low. sweet, half-inquiring voice,
as she laid her hands upon his own.
Indifference from those we love is terrible
to the sensitive bosom. 1t is as il the su 1
of heaven refused its wonted cheerfulness
and rgiared upon US with cold dim and
forbidden glance 1t is dreadful to feel that
the ouly being of our love refuses TO ask
your sympathy-that she broods over the
feeling which he scorns o. fears to reveal
dreadful to watch the convulsiye features
and gloomy brow, the indefinable shadows
Of hidden emotion, the involuntary sigh Of
sorrow in which we are forbidden to partic-
ipate, and whose character we cannot know.
The wife essayed once more. 41
Edward she said, slowly, mildly ard
affsctionately, the time has been. when
you were willing to son6de your secretJoys
and SORROWS to one who has never, L trust,
betrayed your confidence! Why, then, my
dear Edward, is this cruel. reserve! You
are troubled and yet refuse to tell me the
cause. ASA. &. -iGd sEi1 ge+-.r
Something Of returning tenderness soften
ed for an instant the cold severity Of the
husbands features. but it passed away, and
bitter smile was his only reply. - 5s,p
Time passed on and the pair were sepa-
rated The husband sat alone, gloomy, in
a damp cell OF a prison. He had followed
ambition as God, and had failed in high
career. He had mingled with men whom
his heart loathed, he had sought out the
fierce and wronged spirits Of the land and
had breathed into them the madness of re-
verge He had drawn his sword against
his country-he had famed rebellion to
fame, and it had beenqueuchea in human