The national era. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1847-1860, 1852-12-09


on thus the things we hold with bitterness,
Attributing to them no source Of good,
In time become tho objects most we bloss
Whom they with loving hearts are understood.
Thus, when assailed with blows n sweet excess
Offragrance pure bcstows the sandal wood.
All little rocked her kindred, that
Would rise to them from the oppressed Verona
One night, a troubled spirit through her dream
Did rush, as on a rude ourocydon;
prcscicuco of evil then did seem
Through all the chambers of hor thought to run.
She woke as one who fords dangerous stream,
And bresthless reaches shore the goal Was won,
But the convulsive terror and tho thrill
Through all her frame wildly trembling still.
Xiv.
The following day, a letter was received
From her own agent, running thus " Late news
Informs your family that you arc bereaved
Oh Clarendon. His wealth has gone TO Jews
And sharping baochanals, it is believed
For all, and more, he has contrived to use
We learn that he Was shot at Bsdon- Baden,
BY deceived and disappointed maiden
XIV.
Trouble nevor comes alone the proverb runs
Your mother and Minerva this have tested,
For after the event but two more suns
Did rise and set when all their wealth, invested
In hands thought surcr than all other ones,
Was lost by failure; since they have not rested,
For their great fortune is completely gone,
And they have nothing now to 1.-Two upon.
XLvI.
"'Ts true your brother Boz is rich enough,
But he is little better than misor;
He told thom in manner rude and gruh 3a
That if they we're not fools they had been wiser,
And kept shoir wealth beneath his treatment rough,
Your mother pines you'd hardly recognise hor
Your sister ID so much Inundated,
That she is pited by all those she 5 hated
/ have to add that your own real estate.
BY certain changes in that neghborhood,
Has lately risen in value at ratio
Which will by you be scarcely understood,
For have found, by my last estimate,
That you, in right of this, are really good
For an amount that with proper care,
n time VIII make you qUlto u
XVIII
Down flowed the tears as this Verona read
The toars OF gratitude and love and grief
Then lifting up her heart to Heaven she said,
IL thank thee, Lord, that can give relief
To those who suffer, in my brothers stead.
Then to her agent Il commission brief
She sont, to make Of her estate division,
From which to give her relatives provision
XLIX
As if to crown the net ~ noby done
A choir of happy thoughts responsive camo
Within her soul, and sung tho Te Dcum:
All then what WAS her wide triumphant fame,
Compared with love Of kindred she had won
Hor mother how she blessed anew that name,
And blessed hor God for lopd, though it had rivon
Hor dearest hopes between the oarth and heaven.
Hor life seemed ma a dream the scenes were shifting
Through new oxistcnccs of light and shade
Once athwart her path storm drifting,
With ley friuges which her tears had made
And now a cloud of glory seemed uplifting
All tho SORROWS that upon hor spirit weighed.
Hor nights were dreams of New Jerusalem
Tho maze of her new life had not we'll passed
And half hcr plans lay yot in embryo,
when she wns told stranger had just asked
TO meet her in the drawing-room below.
(Tis strange for poets to come down at last
From Paradise to peoples parlors so
Your pardon, reader for tho dereliction
But truth, you know, is stranger than 6otion)
with this Same message came little note,
Which said the writor (st unknown romanod)
Was ho who had to hor oiton wrote;
That by chance he late had nscertainod
Her residence and no sincoroly hoped
That she would grant the interview no named.
This was zeal Verona scarce defended.
But with some faint emotion, she descended
As she advanced, tho stranger half concealed
BY drapng shadows cayaliorly bowed
She turned the light beheld but once, and roclcd;
Thcn uttered, Goan Draining half aloud
Inviting of tho cause, her guest Appealed
Spreads quickly shade n landscape bright
lilo saw, and knew, and Swallowed at tho sight.
Excuse mo- madam, said ho rs he turned
To statue; this did not once imagine
4" Not loss than L. Verona low returned.
While all his lrigid tones her soul were stabbing
For want of words most gladly he dscerned
A book beside him Unclo Toms Cabin
You've read that peerless work of Mrs. Stowe
lie said 81 as all have whom chance to know
And go of various things they ooldly spoke
While like au avalanche of molten lead,
Griof poured through thoir souls. Verona woke
At longth, ms from troubled dream and said
1t seems our friendship old at last is broke,
The confidence of by Como days is dod,
! And wherefore know | not; win confess,
TO me, tho change is perfect bitterness
LVI
A frown, like some dark sky whore thundors ride,
0'orarchod his brow with gloom and know you n,
That | have greatly suffered he replied;
Can it be true that you soon forgot
That once dreamed to make you my own bride
| Why wake tho past Contentod with your lot,
| Leave me 10 mine Ala. | know that |
| Was poor, and should not have aspircd so high"
LNII
Your words all mystery to me-
Verona answer made while on her checks
Shono pale and roddoned light like M n sea,
when sunset clouds rcdcct thoir dying strcaks
And wherefore can to you be mystery ~
He asks thon with suspicion seoks
To know If sho had mover heard before
Tho truth which he has thus repeated Ger
LNIII
Verona said, As true as there's day
Whtn shall go to dod never know
Or even dreamed of that which now you say