The national era. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1847-1860, 1852-08-12

| lerences about the wonderful interruption. At
the next ball. nothing was talked of but the
founding, the pastors family, the grief of the
| Prince, and the energy of the preachers con-
| duet. Count Sternhof was obliged again and
again to discuss the theme, and contrve con-
| lectures about the persons 50 nearly allied to
| him. The insignificant house in street
into which, several weeks before he had skunk
followed by Globen's railery, was now main
object of the curiosity of society. People were
DESTROYS to see this charming flower whose
| splendor and fragrance had 50 completely be-
wltched the Prince; and never was the quiet
by-street so frequented by horsemen and foot
men, never so many chances cast to the win
dows OF the second story of certain house A
house week or two before Globen's niorma-
ton, and to Balers chagrin, inhabited by OBJ
scure persons, was suddenly become fashion
able.
| Among the crowded foot-pcople n young
man was seen almost constantly at all hours
OF the day. 1t was Hyppolith to whom des-
peraton gave no rest, and whom jealousy was
consuming. He either flew there on his Arabian
or walked wrapped in his cloak, and stood with
hat over his face for hours, like statue, oppo-
site the window, behind the lowered cuItains
OF winch the shadow Of female figure ocea-
slOnally showed itself
In the interior of this house the appearance
was sorrowiul All the members of the family
SO much talked of were in unusual excitement
and only IN the endeayor to conceal from each
other the anguish of their own breast present
ell an apparent quiet.
| Adrian, who seemed peculiarly calm even
he was under the stress of powerful feelings
What he repressed and forcelully smothcred
on ms own account he suffered in the soul Of
another He saw Hyppolith, his friend, whom
he loved as son or brother for whose happi-
ness he was ready to torego his own--he saw
| MN prey To the most consuming passion
saw the beautiful youthful form rendered old
and bent by the grief of a few days, and ac-
cusng him AS the author of his miseries. His
look met the hopeless glance of his friend, and
he felt that the force of his mind was broken
Hyppolith stunned him; and only when he
passed by or stood immovably at Lucie's win
dow, could his eye rest upon HIM
1t was not enough that Adrian lost the con
hdence OF his young friend and had broken his
| youthful spirit Lucie also, the sister of his
heart and future wife, he saw pale in mean
choly and tears But he had hope, even then
The most tossed and sorrowful in this small
circle was Mrs. Muller, who in few weeks
had become old and gray. A ceaseless sadness
prevailed, and penetrated her whole being
And here it was where Adrian himself who
had strength enough to Withstand the friend
and the sister with inhexible rigor, felt himself
weakened Here, at the affecting, hidden sor.
row OF the mother, he lost his courage.
The secret that tormented her, drove her
from place to place, made her more and more
feartully sensitive, weighed heavily and there.
fore he could not make up his mind to modest
her by disclosing it, He hestated to compel
her to confession In Mrs Mullers breast
grief in the bitterest degree operated uncon-
trolled. She had with most pleasing an.
ticpations fastened to the city, after having
subdued the grief on account of her husband
for whom she had sacrificed her peace of con
science, that she might at length sec her son
again-meet him with Il heart overhowng
with love. And what reciprocaton did shC
find, AZ she sought to make amends to the child
OF her tears for long life Of torment of con
science-what return did she meet with! She
dared not think of it-dared not venture on
any stipulation. 1t haunted her with icy dc
spondency And now, when She saw hersci
rejected by him now, when she desired To be
take herself to her former rural solitude, an
comfort herself again with the love of her 0the
chlldren--evcn now had new storms made in
road, new disappontments assaulted Luci,
her only daughter, her beloved last-born child
was deceptlon--a stranger Muller himself
during long life, had the courage to decciv
her. tbs true, from the most honorable motives
from indulgence and respect as well as
doubt of the strength of her mind And a
this moment when she was informed that hel
own child had been taken from her, she saw il
| md dtn t,n G. l..
weak woman, her exhausted strength and
broken spirit. She felt her mind every mo
mcnt giving way, and believed herself near dis.
traction. But even then her condition pre-.
sented in wonderful clearncss, and fever of
dismal anxiety ragged through her. Thus pass
ing from one unnatural extreme to the other,
she gave herself up, was wearicd by sorrows,
and longed for rest-no longer proiited by the
former, and strove invariably for the latter
"Why did she not die :"
This question has been put by millions in
similar circumstances without obtaining an
answer. Men who, with indefinite capabty
Of suffering have been worn out, first under
the burden of age, or broken down by sickness,
after grief had in vain labored for their de-
struction--these quiet sufferers who have never
known pure happiness without aitcr-taste of
bitter who have wept at doors shut against
them, have suppressed in smile the voice Of
woe, were born with an invisible crown of
thorns, and took it with them to their graves.
These are the real martyrs of this world and
at their graves we ought to do penance, and
learn resignation.
While Mrs Muller lived ont painful DAYS,
and from hour to hour felt more wretched,
Adrian strovc with great exertion and haste
for the fulfIment of his proposed task The
Duke had nominated him his fathers sue
cessor, and he went to put in ordcr the home
of his childhood, and arrange the future for
himself and Lucie. The unhappy mother con-
sequently saw herself alone with her daughter
and hope onse, more kinded n torch, perhaps
for the funcfl of her last wishes She wrote
to Baler, begging an interview with him before
her departure:
"'roO weak to bear the long distance 10 the
city, request thee, my dear Baler, to fulfil my
last petition, and visit me once more Soon
will ! leave this city forever thou wilt never
see me again, nor shall ! ever interrupt the
quiet of thy life. | wish, however to part with
thee in the consciousness that thy remem-
brance of me may be unembttered, and the
recollection Of our last interview pleasant
one ! beg thee, therefore, 10 come this even
ing am alone. Thy brothers are on a
journey. Lucie only is with me- who in an
adjoining room, will not hear thy voice and
out Of respect for me will not venture 10 disturb
ns. Should she even rec thee thou need not
be uneasy on that account. Lucie knows no
one here, and it cannot be expected that she
will at any time see thee agnin. | believe
have said enough 10 make thee favor my wish
cs; and in anxious rcstlcssncss and sweet hope
wait thee for the LAST TIME
"Thy mother, CLARA MULLER"
II was evening, though clear IA day, when
Baler, mufied in cloak, fastened b. hi'
/ LII IaL Do Ill