Vermont watchman and State journal. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1836-1883, 1852-02-05

There was no eye but the eve of Omn,. |
presence, To look upon the passion-blinded
girl, aud 10 that she looked not up. Where
was her guardian angel, To whisper, Wait,
wait be patient 1t was the hour of dark
ness, and of fierce hends, who famed the
storm in her soul, so family emblemed by
the elemental raging without. That soul
sent up its agonized cry for forgsiiulness,
for rest, for peace Death is an eternal
sleep her mother had taught her. Alas
that mothers words should ever come be-
tween the young heart aud Heaven
An hour went by. Anne's brother but
toned his storm proof overcoai around him,
locked his store, and leading his horse from
a near stable, took his way homeward. lie
was met at The door by his sister and moth
&c, who faeed,the storm-biast w5thscounte-
nances of CONSERVATION.
Anne where is Anne, Charles ? ex-
claimed Mrs X.
/ Anne foolish girl sent her home an
hour agop
No she is not here Her pony came !
/ Oh, my child where IS she 2
Why did YOU let the gIrl 90 out this
terrible duy ? asked the alarmed brother.
Il never knew 1t Charles, 90, be quick
Oh, if her father was here
Charles X. seized lantern aud rushed
out. That night. over all the thunder of
the storm, arose the swell Of human voices,
the shouts of neighbors and friends, who
went forth iearlessy To seek the lost one.
Morning came. The wind had sobbed
It's strength away. and crouched, moaning
IN the depths Of the wood, or sighed under
the wizard pines The clouds dtiited slow
~ eastward, mullling up the SUM- but all
was sill.
They had sought everywhere else; and
at last, with strange, fearfully whispered
nnsgivlugs they searched among the rocks
of the swollen river. Up from that foam
canopied bed they lifted her, with the long,
looseued locks cluging about her puseless
heart, and the inky plume weeping upon
her shut eyes. But they could not awaken
her from that nights long sleep
They carried her-yet 1t was not her ;hey
carred-to the home on which her eyes
were never TO open. There, IN The stately,
subdued agony of proud affection crushed
the stricken band Of parents, brothers, and
sisters, received the burden. have stood
on rock IN the midst of that river aus
looked down on the couch where the des
pairing gin sought her rest. 1t was hare
pillow for So far head and SO young q
heart-one, too, that had loved 50 much.
looked up, and all was beautiful. The
water nlmphs chased each other down the
precipice, laughing unsteady as their white
robes melted into the blue pillows at my
feet. Above, the sun lay cushioned on a
dreN~,~g cloud, floating IN the otue of 4
June heaven. What contrasts has eartl
upor the sell-same spot
The news OF the suicide flew, as i'll news
always flies, through the little hamlet Con
fusion and Consideration seized every hear
and household, and thousand vague sur
mises, half frightened into realities, llltiet
from one to another. Only the old 2ostmas
ter shook his head, after the first p lrliying
shock, Win mystiyIng air, and SILENT,
resealiug himself OH hts high stool, leaned
his head upon his wrnkled hand. Even
his good, garrnlous wife could gam 40 more
from him.
! thinks likely she said, after tn,
group of gossippeTs had dispersed, She:
been gong crazy this long while. 1t ann
IN natur for sensible body to rice so like
wid-6rc and I've always thought mighty
queer OF her coming here So, day upon day
On don't tell me she wasn't out of heI
head -
The postmaster turned his head nervous
~ at the sound of a horses hosls. 1t wa.
only the post-boy, who had come over early
with Tie mail bag. The good man sighed
unbound IT, shall not have To say No
to her AGAIN to-day, poor thing ? thought
he
What's the matter, John cried his
wife, minute after, as he dropped the bun
die with smolhered cry, almost of horror.
Mercy on Us, man, ye're as white as ye'd
seen ghost y
There = he pointed to letter below
him, look there =
Wat il l don't see nothing; I've
lost ny specs.
LIS Ter name answered the old man
taking up the letter lremulously.
You don't say SO, John! cried his wife
lifting both hands above her head,
lis ship-marked and journey-worn,' he
added, scrutlnIzlng il as closely as the haze
over his old eyes would allow It's had q
long waY To come, and--too late too
tnfc :! ne exclaimed solStnhlli laying "
reyerently by.
Too late l." The burden of destiny had
been thrown willuIly off, aud no JOY or sor.
row of earth could sink into the cold heart
of her who had borne IT. Oh! II she had
been patient litlle longer!
That traYel-stalned lelIer told It's story on.
~ To the unsympaihlzIng hearts of the
proud household, aud not lip ever opened
to reveal 1t dropped into the great recep-
lace of family reserve, and was lost to the
worlds curiosity Ii was as well what
matiered II TO any heart but hers, that II
could not warm into wild beating
Her relatives rejected even the common
kind offices of country neighbors, seeming
to scorn all communion OF SORROW, until the
day of The funeral.
1t was a grand show-lhat iuneral-so
old ladies', who we're Young Ihen, have told
me. Heavy, arlstocratica' carriages, tom
distant towns aud cities, draped III black,
wound along the narrow hill roads The
county about turned out It's entire popula-
ton, old aud young. The coffin was borne
slowly along, while young girls of her own
age. dressed ia white, with long shoulder
scars of black, held the pail on either side,
showerIng II with tears of pity.