New Orleans daily crescent. [volume] ([New Orleans, La.]) 1851-1866, 1852-02-02
CHAPTER II.
So tedious is this day.
As is the night before some festival
To an impatient child, that hath new robes
And may not wear them fShakspeare,

10 an impatient child that hath robes
And may not wear them. shakespeare.
We must now pass over an interval of several
months. The espousa1 Of William of Orange,
and Mary of England, had been celebrated with
all that magnificence and eclat, usually attend
ing marriage in high life; especially, when
the parties were so distinguished as to attract
the attention of the whole world
In an apartment of ample dimensions, at the
Hague, which was Williams favorite residence,
on o charming day in early spring, We behold
the young bride, so lately buoyant with hope,
health, and so truly beautiful, pacing the floor
with slow and irregular steps. Her ldstrous
eyes, dinmed with tears. were fixed upon the
floor; her beautiful hair fallen in disheveled
masses upon her shoulders, and her whole ap-
pearanee betokening hopeless dependency.
Who're now are all the bright visions which hope
and glowing fancy had Portrayed Where the
rosy tinted anticipations of her young heart !?
sumo to assert that Mary did not feel deeply
her isolation, and acutely mourn her fate Is
it the fortune Of woman to find all her aspira-
tions after happiness 'svanish into thin air :
To feel the warm affections of her heart re-
pulsed and crushed by the chilling Indifference,
cold neglect, and whitening contempt of man,
and not suffer seyerely.s How often, to the
shame Of human nature, is this the case!
Woman, with a Trusting and ingenious na-
! her lot with one whom she makes her world oi
happiness, to find herself, alas! in how short
| time, unappreciated; her glowing affection!
| spurned, or repaid with Indifference, if not ac
tual hatred. Perhaps, like Mary, she had re
linquished friends, country, home, where sh'
| might have been the centre of attractions. sur.
| rounded by friends and dear relations, to find
new home. where no fond endearment is ever tc
repay her for the sacrifice; where no smile
n tn n
that heart, which she had made her store-house
on which her richest affections are bestowed.
was changed and lost to her.
Vainly did Marys heart bleed in secret
vainly did she wait with patient resi- gnation the
period when, by untiring exertion, she hoped to
win portion, at least, of her husbands affec-
ton, though not sufficient to satisfy the cra-
wings of her heart. Alas like the wrecked
mariner, over whose devoted head rolls wave
after wave, with unrelenting fury; by the Sc
ductive whisperings of hope had she been
buoyed up at last the conviction broke upon
her mind that it was her destiny to be neg
lected and comfortless wife. Doomed to this by
him whom she had learned to idolize, with that
deep devotion peculiar to woman
William of Orange, marrying only for politi-
cal considerations, had no thought in common
with his young bride. Viewing her as q child,
he conceived he had done his duty in providing
eNeIy luxury NIllCI lllOuSHt Coull uIlllstef
to her happiness-never supposing she could re-
quire aught else. Merged in State affairs, he
little dreamed that his young wife cherished for
him romantic attachment.
As we have said, it was charming day in
early spring; the budding flowers, and opening
leaves, added their charms to the scene. The
Princess had been pacing her chamber for some
time; at length she paused before an open case
ment; as she stood looking out upon the stiff
precisely arranged parterres, she sighed forth:
''Yes, nature is throwing off her sad coloreC
attire, to don gayer costume; but what boot
it to the hapless Mary, that the flowers unfolt
their beauties, the leaves shine forth in yivit
green, or that the canopy of Heaven is drape'
in brightest blue! Avaunt, ye noisy reveler
of the wood,'' she continued, &c who are stretch
ing your throats in songs of joy, to greet til
| coming season; no strain touches the heart s
dead to joy as mine, Alas! doomed to wretche
existence, unloved, though loving dearly villa
| to ME are the joys of life! this troubled hear
| must be schooled to patience. Oh! why did
neglect the almost prophetic warnings of m,
heart! Why suffer myself to be entangled in al
attachment that | know must be hopeless! VIII.
did not harden myself with apathy, as other
have done! or why suffer Williams brightness
breaking upon Inc in flood of light, to seer
! the promise Of perpetual sunshine'''