Eastern times. [volume] (Bath, Me.) 1846-1857, 1852-05-06
VOL. vi.
done before, she waited for him to break the

done before, she waited for him to break tn,
silence.
AT last the storm burst torrent of invec
tlves came pouring upon her; every unchris
tian epithet did the enraged man call to hi.
aid while he walked TO and fro, finging his
arms wildly about, and essaying to destroy The
minor articles that fell in his way. Still Ma
ry was calm, and her very calmness only mad
dened him the more he came towards her
roughly seized her arm, and bade her leave
the room, the house, and never defle it with
her presence more; and she went; waiting
only to secure tiny box on the mantel, and
wrap shawl around her head and shoulders.
For hours the wreiched husband paced the
floor after she had gone, yet not with one ray
of repentance shining upon the tempest in his
bosom. The clock had struck twelve; he
started at the sound land turned his haggard face
towards the window-almost in hope of seeing
poor Mary there, he knew not why. The fire
had gone ont, and the light burned low the
hated papers still laid on the table, and the lit
tie book on chair near by. He went towards
them and gathered them in his hands there
was something peculiar in their look trem-
blingly he held one towards the light; it dated
back seven years before, and the signature was
his o,cn
The revulsion of feeling was terrible all his
strength deserted him, and falling heavily in his
chair, he lifted with almost nerveless hand the
book that had been the innocent cause of all
this trouble.
That also was dated in like manner; blind
ness came over him as he read it was his
wife's journal; and almost unconsciously his
eye followed the lines as he turned the pages.
His soul grew sick when he came to such pas
sages as these:
My bridal day. How noble dear Henry
looks; | never thought him SO beautiful be-
fore; oh how will repay his love with the
best devotion of wife,
Henry told me to-day it would be ever
thus, he would nerer cease 10 love me; must
love; it is my nature, the whole, best, purest
impulse of my being; may my right hand
perish ere | cease TO love thee, dear, dear hus-
band
Three months have gone by, and he is
still as tender, as kind as ever, nay, more so !;
| am almost too happy. Poor, weak, timd
Thing that am, / am so frightened when |
think he might grow cod-but he said only
to-day, that will neUer be. believe il with
my whole heart
Henry is sick; oh Father above restore
him speedily TO health; make me a fitting
helPmate; may cherish him kindly in era as
,cel as good report. How love TO nurse him !!
and he says his sick chamber is liitle heaven,
and am his angel--Falher, give me patient,
loving spirit
My sweet little baby is dead. God be mer-
ciful TO me in my sorrow-I will not mourn as
those without hope-my Henry is spared, and
oh how he strives 10 console me; never was
there a kinder husband
With groan that was a half shrek, Henry
Trevor flung the book against the opposite
wall it is an accusing spirit he mu,tered !;
/ have lost all-all-all. F'iend, black-he
ed iend that | was, where shall find her =
God of mercy, her death will be upon my head
yet
He staggered into the street, although he
was now perfectly sober; the round moon
shone on the pavement, the stars twiukled,
twinkled so brightly, the whole heavens were
dark and luminous-all seemed at rest save
his unquiet spirit. On, on he walked, look
ing upwards to the sky, and recording vow af-
ter vow that he would lead better life, pray
ing burning prayers that he might find his lost
Mary.