North Carolina standard. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1850-1852, 1851-05-10
THE BROKEN HEARTED.
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have seen the infant sinking down, ike
stricken flower, to the grave-the strong ~, "'u
fierceiy breathing out his soul upon tue u''u !"
bouTeZthe miserable convict sandng upon .ne
scaffod, with a deep curse quiVe'nS y" r'S
ii have viewed Death in all his torms OF DARK
ness and vengeance with fearless eyr-oul new
er could look on woman young anu ioVtiy WI
man fadno away from the Earth In beauui anu
mncomnIn1ing melancholy, without feeling .ne
verv fountains of life turned to tears anu ous'' !
b.,,b Is ALWAYS trrribr-but, when form o. an-
gel beauty is passing off TO the siIent l'''u ~ ~.
seepers The heart feels; that something '"Sely !"
the Universe is ceasing from existence anu oroouS
with sense of utter drsola'ion, oVe' Tue 'o"e.y
thoughts that come uP, IKE SPrctr's from the
orave 10 haunt our midnight musings
Two wears ago, took up my residence for a
fy weeks Mt country village in the eastern part
If New England. Soon after my arrival, be-
came acquainted with lovely girl apparently a
bout seventeen years of age. She had lost the
idol of her pure hearts puses love- and the shad-
ows of deep and holy memories were resting like
the wing of death upon her brow. first met her
in the presence of The mirthfu. She was indeed
creature to be worshpprd-her brow was gar
landed with the young years sweetest flowers
her yellow locks were hanging beautifully ana
low upon her bosom-and she moved thFongh
the crowd with such a floating and unearlnIy
GRACE that the bewildered gnz"r almost looked TO
some nleasant dream. She seemed cheerful and
even CAV, vet saw, that her gaiey was but the
mockery of her feelings She smiled but there
was something in her smile, which told that Its
mournfu beauty was but the bright reflection Of a
tear--and her evelis at times closed heavily down,
as if struggling repress the tide OF agony, that
was bursting up from her hearts secret urn She
looked as if she could nave left the scene OF frs-
tivity. and gone out beneath The qnirt stars and
laid her forehead down upon the fresh green earth
and poured out her stricken soul, gush after gnsh.
till it mingled with the eternal fountain oil life and
purify.
DAVIS and weeks passed on, and that sweet girl
gave me her confidence and b'cane to her as ii
brother. She was wasting away by disease. The
smile upon her lip fainter the purple veins
upon her cheek grew visible, and the cad"ncrs of
her voice became daily more weak and trnmulous
On quiet evening in the depth of June, l wan
dered out with her lule distance in the open
air. Ii was then that she first told me the tale oil
her passion and the blight, that had com" down
like mildew upon her life. Love had been por-
ton of her existence Its tendriIs had been twin
ed around her heat in its earliest years, and when
they were rent away they left. wound, which
flowed till all the springs of her soul were blood
81 am passing away" said she, land il should be
so'' The winds have gone over my lite, and the
bright buds of hope and the sweet blossoms of pas
sion are scattered down, and lie wiiherIng in the
dust, or routing away upon the chill waters OF
memory. And yet | cannot go among the tomb>
without tear 1t is hard to take leave of the
friends who love met is very hard TO bid fare
well 10 these dear scenes, with which have held
communion from childhood, and which, from day
to day, have caug hit the color of my life and sym
pathised with its joys and snrrows. That little
grove, where [ have so often stray'd with my
buried love and where, at times even now, the
sweet tones of his voice seem to come stealing IA
Al .L.la
and mournful melody -thnt prnsive star, which he
used to watch in its early rising and on which my
fancy can still picture his form looking down npon
me and reckoning me 10 his own bright home
every flower, every tree and rivulrt, OIL which the
memory of early love has set lis und wing seal.
have become dearer to me, and cannot, without
a sigh, close my eyes upon them forever"
have lately heard that the beautiful girl, Of
whom [ have spoken is dead. The close of her
life calm as the falling of quiet stream
gentle as the sinking breezr, that fingers, for a
time, around a bed of wthertd roses. and then
dies |" as 'twere from very sweetness"
II cannot be that earth is mans only abiding
place Ii cannot be, that our life is bubble cast
up by the ocean of eternity TO float a moment upon
its and sink into darkness and nothingness.
Else why is it, that the high and gloI ious aspira-
tons, which leap like angels from the temple of
our hearts, forever wandering abroad unsatis-
hed2 Why is it, that the rainbow and the cloud
come over US with a beauty, that is not of earth.
and then pass off and leave US TO muse upon their
faded lovelness2 Why is il, that the stars which,
"hold their festivals round the midnight throne"
are set above the grasp of our limited faculties
forever knocking with their unapproac liable
glory? and finally, why is it. that bright forms of
human beauty presented TO our view and then
taken from us-leaving the thousand streams of
our affections to flow back in an Alpine torrent
upon our hearts2 We are born for higher des
tiny than that of earth. There is realm, where
the rainbow never fades, where the stars spread
out before US like the Islands, that sumber on the
Ocean, and where the beautiful beings, which here
pass before US like visions, will stay in our pres
ence forever. Bright creature of nv dreams in
that realm shall see thee again. Even now
thy lost image is sometimes with me. Inthemys-
terlons silence of midnight, when the streams are
glowing in the light of the many stars that image
comes floating upon the beam that fingers around
my pillow, and stands before me in its PALE dim
LONELINESS till its own quiet spirit sinks like spell
from Heaven upon my thoughts and the grief of
years is turned to dreams of bIessedness and peace
The following beautiful passage, as true as it is
beautiful, is from James Novel 1.-The Gipsev !"
Round the idea of ONES mother the mind of
man ciings with fond affection. Ii is the first
deep thought stamped upon our infant hearts,
when yet soft and capable of receiving the most
profound impressions, and all the after feelings of
the world are more or less light In comparison.
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