New Orleans daily crescent. [volume] ([New Orleans, La.]) 1851-1866, 1852-08-09

He has come. On opening, the door he was
struck speeehless, passed his hand once or twice
wildly across his face, and then, with a roar
like that of thafed tiger, flung the door to.
He felt that the fit was upon him !; he saw that
| the Que thing egainst which he had prayed had
befallen him, that the wife so loved had disre-
gardcd his injunotions, he felt that, warning Of
no warning, Providence, or fate, or whatever
mysterious power iyou will was against him
WasSit that his inordinate love was to work Out
its own curse that the relics of his dead idola-
try, thus protaned, were to supplant his living
idol. Ito replace love by hatred, oherishing cars
| by persecution? Some such thoughts as these
rushed through his mind when thought frs
came. At one time he frantically paced the
room anon he shrieked, and groaned, and dash
ed his head against the wall; and finally, ex
hausted, flung himself upon the ground before
the object which had so moved him He lay in
front of the niche in which the mysterious vase,
the thlisman Of his love, was used1to stand, but
its pedestal was unoccupied, and the floor in
front was numbered with q heap Of shreds scat
tered among these, however was q black, ashy
| powder, with here and thereSa charred lump ;
the fragments were widely scattered, but he had
thrown himself down, regardless of their Jagged
points. Hour after hour he lay there.
The light which he brought in with him flick
cred in its socket and soon expired; late in the
nlghG, the moon. as II roSe cast 4 pale gllrnmer
into the room, and .sparkled on the broken
porcelain; by and by a more chilly feeling made
him sludder and look up, and then lie saw that
the moonlight was fast fading into the pale green
gloola of early morning Such violent emotion
could not, however, subside at once his mind
was, like storm swept sea, when the gale has
passed, and the yeasty foam of the first tumult
gradually gives to long undulations of freth-
crowned water; the crests of the waves alone
show signs of anger, but ever, as his huctuatinr
thoughts returned to their grievance, fresh
bursts Of wrath came over him, like clouds Of
spray IRON the ever returning waves upon the
beach - s.,
As he gradually came to himself, his thoughts
seemed to be borne eurrent-wise in one direc,
ton, and that was against his Lora He deter
mine't, to cast off the first, and haply last link
of love yet left. that the remembrance of the
dead might not breed pity for the living So,
IN the still dim twilight he arose, and from a
pearl mounted cabinet, covered with impisl
figures, by some Eastern artist, took Il silken
scarf, and laid it carefully doubled on the floor
he then collected on it the black ashes so in.
sancly loved, and all their kindred dust, ant
carefully wrapping it, stepped through a low
window out where the day was dawning. Greer
had given place to grey, and us he assembled tn,
hill at the back of the house, q tinge of pinl
succeeded this changed, by the 6 heayenl,
alchemy to the brightest orange, and he came
upon the summit in time to catch the first rec
ray fresh from the Orient He stood on tht
highest point nE Hhuagiath GiiifsAla lofty hil
overlooking the seq. which immediately below
| besag sil9wts ssis5 phsas0 by pssieatias l'ead