Semi-weekly Camden journal. [volume] (Camden, South-Carolina) 1851-1852, 1851-07-01

of the future am happy in your society and
forget
"Constance, there is but one joyous hope in
this heart, and that is the hope to see yoa my
wife. Without you there is no future for NE.
Constance, why do so many youthful geniuscs
fall by the way, why do SO many men of pro-
mise and greatness die away unknown, why
do so many poetic and godlike hearts sink into
obscurlty, but that they are alone! We ariistcs,
more than any other men, need a guiding star.
Ours is home work, and there is no home where
woman is not. How would you have man
have patience through the daily drudgery of his
labor, with naught but four grim walls to gaze
at. No, we must have a voice to cheer us, an
eye to beam on us, Il lip to smile at us, and
press on ours; and that voice, that eye, and
that lip must be the voice and eye and lip OF
woman. Constance, it is we alone who know
what woman is, and who alone know her value,
She is not the plaything and toy Of the profit
gate, the slave aud druid &c Of the sordid, the
obcdicnt scrf of the plodding man of business,
but the companion and equal Of the man Of ill.,
telcct-thc only real man amid the worlds
millions. Constance, there are angels in the
heavens above, and il, by Gods blessing, we
are to see them, our eyes accustomed to sec
such dull objects as this world discloses in its
ordinary pictures, would be dazzlcd by their
brightness, had we not woman given US to pre-
pare our minds easily for any amount OF beau
ty in the future spiritual existence. You, Con-
stance, are my guiding star, my angel: With
you shall succeed, without you shall fail
Alone and unaided cannot walk. Give me
thy hand be, oh be my WIFE"
What could the fond and loving girl reply to
this speech-to the many rhapsody-deliVer-
ed in accents of profound conviction, and with
eyes that flashed though brimful of tears! She
promised to become his wife, and then, when
the delight of Charles had a little abated its
first violence, they sat down to discuss their
plans.
Madame Pellissicr had given thousand
francs (f4O) for the two pictures, in France
most exorbitant price. But then, Madame was
an artist herself and pal like one; while
Charles, modest rs lie was, set too high price
upon his own genius, to be astonished at any
thing Of the kind. The lovers very sagely rca-
soned that Ill Paris they might very well start
in life with thousand francs, and they agreed
that they should be marricd while they had the
money. Constance was an orphan, and Charles
answered for the consent Of his old mother, his
only parent, so that they were as happy rs ever
were two singe-mnded beings, who were wise
enough to know that it we cannot find happl-
ness in welded love, we cannot find it at all.
On the following Monday, Charles paid
visit to Madame Pcliissicr He vas now neat
" and ceanly dressed and though still pale,
not so calaverous looking as he had been on
the former occasion. The young widow recciv
ed him very warmly. She had been much
charmed with hin on the former occasion, and
had looked forward with pleasure to the second
sitting. TO the young mans great surprise,
sic gave him the addresses of halt a.doZen
friends who desired 10 avail themselves OF his
talents. Charles WAS overwhelmed with JOY.
Ills dream was now realized, and he could sup
port himself and wife by his art. There was
no longer any necessity for beginning life in
the very humble way which at first the young
couple had decided ON.
"Madame, thank you warmly, both for my
self and Constance"
"And Constanccr said Madame Pellissier,
turning very pale, though without being noticed
bv the artist, who was fixing his easel in good
light.
"Yes, madame. TO her-shc could rot de-
ny i'll owe my first start in my protcssion.-
| have long loved her, and now that fortune
smiles on me, mean at once to make her my
wife"
"You do well and noby," said Leonie, with
Il very scky smile; and then size added TO her:
sell, Thank God, he has spoken so plainly.
certainly have taken a very strange liking 10
him, but crushed so early it will not take root.
Courage, my woman's heart"
81 am ready, madame"
"And | am at your disposition" exclaimed
Leonic, gayly, and the sitting conncnce"'
The Young widow, who, with warm and
rcncro,ls heart, was peculiar y open to roman
tic passion, had certainly found her feelings
lean very strongly towards Charles Dupont
But rs she had no intention OF rlvalIng poor
Constance, she, thus suddenly checked, sue
cceded at once in mastering what WAS rs yet
mere growing inclination. She ielt rather
proud of being able to do, and PROMISED her-
self genuine satisfaction in witnessing the nap
pness of tho yonng couple. The artls'c was
eminenty successful in his portrait OF Leone.
Emplovmedt from that day was not wanting,
and ,t the end of month Charles and Con.
stancr were married. They were happy, ana
stl arc happy, for they love one another,
Eayc seldom seen more delightful menage than
theirs. The selfish and cold sneer at love
matches, but they confound them with passion
matches. Marriage is a huge talsehood when
not founded on affection, and real affection IS
, th;nr which is tested only by time Ii 1t