New Orleans daily crescent. [volume] ([New Orleans, La.]) 1851-1866, 1852-04-26

din'y at first and she rose and walked ont nto tho
ws With her bridal vel hung vcr her head Wolf fol-
io her footsteps she totterrd down the hill and
io't ID up into her face III inelcenee Asshe an
pr ched The well know Why tit sc stand 80 statue
Hte- gazing with streaming sY' down on the moss
There lay his face burt d in Ut Etas .r rrecrrant lover
u mad not bes ID her Fight ferb ,fntsteps and an she
-t0 H. rem Dbr1cr If Az thu past suddenly swept over
~ and she turned and Hcd with the speed Of falcon
towards her h'm' nod bogs knew hs agony was
watched ly her and from that hor they strangers
Well rs he had o'rFd h. r his proud spirit
and once sngered Nor easily concifed He had un
hcsatingv nclud brr in hs euu,ca:ions of her mis-
called pr ct1rs aad favrz ene so--ttsongh With no
other tn" her nj fy urcIe's Wing assertan-he would
not retrae He went into his harrss field and Iabored
E E sied win nusy men, and by and by. the sharpness
Vi the wounded FEELING wore away
But Mary Iorine in her now lonely lroop-
ng aha Conscience stricken at their
"orh; if ana Sirs Martin strove make amends by
ceaseiess care and attention they tried hut in vain t
win er RON hsr soitt and no one would she entrust
ne touge ef !ssng that dwelt in her breast SO she
IFed onfeh spffng found her pale more wan and
when she 'd heard Louis Harden had tronrht fa;r
young bride " !,7 home she faded still faster Every one
naiVeied now she could live wasted but not
with sickness pain She never hin, pver
looked at the gifts he had made hsr
On went the years with slow heavy foot fall hut tl,ere
was sorrow elsewhere than in Abel Martins bouse Poor
Mrs. Harden had been very delicate and when the
long March winds came keenly blowing from the SOUTH
so danp and emily heavy cold settled iuigs
ana ~nen Nay flowers were blooming she lay dying They
mad opened the Windows give her and the breath of
nose sweet, imperfect that blossom early came
INTO the room and the dying felt their breath and
arhed lof branch they in their first youth she
her left her and then turning her anxious eyes
to his she said: -
Dear Louis you have bern so kind good to me- that
! cannot leave ynn without many, many IL anks Wives
do not often thanks for those things which they
claim as a right bur wish to do you Justice
" Ny dear wifi - fatered Louis year own loveiness
and goodness have half repaid You have been to
me the best and erest wife the world and wty now
disturb yourself by these recoFlections y, - -
Louis said the dying woman with more energy :: do
not seek to deceive in death For years have known
your secret The story of your love ali knew and
and for her But when in sleep heard you murmur
Mary and moan in your Dreams OH how sick at heart
grew 1t was a lnng time Louis before brought my
self to share divided heart but when remembered
that the least sufferer and heard that uoor Mary
was dying from day to day gave up bad feelings and
have no reproach on my tongue in my thought I
have seen you stand in abstraction many times when
you knew not any one was and gaze towards the
known of your moonlight visits to an old hickory by
brook the woods where you to meet Mary but
dear Louis have felt hardness of hears at this and
for many months have Sarah every day after
Mary or to carry her flowers or delicate food
though she has never know whence they came so do
not gieVe at having deceived for it has been all well
The heart broken man had to make to these
loving words sharper to him than he keenest reproof
.Oh, my angel wife .'i he eroaned aloud w NV
There low rap the door and he rose from hia
knees where he had fallen by his wife's bedside and
opened it. note was placed in his hand which he read
1t ran thus s.fY -F s-74ss
I'll. s sy as sss datt I III @ saf Ptas s @ If remember
sudden change passed over the young mans face and
he mnrmured, o God my punishment is greater than
can bear " ..,ls.& 81. gsEe9 4ags IL
Read y whispered the wife He obeyed. q Promise
me. Louis Harden that you will go ~ 5g$lf 49,
Never. and leave you,' was the reply.
6 Promise " she repeated tightening her grasp upon
his hand There lock in those ined eyes he could
not refuse. :" will. he said husk;ly.
The Lord bless you and that poor girl =. breathed
forth the dying and Louis stood aIol with his
dead
Much wondered they who were gathered there when
they him leave the house. and turn his towards
the wood but more would they have maeled had they
closing in when he entered for the first time in
years the wide old dwelling where SO long before should
have been his bridal None save the aged pair knew Of
his bride had waited his coming that cruel while-apd
waited In vain
She lay on low luxurious couch, that alas
si9ssa aaa nshss Is1s sseS sas' & + .s .ssss''
had failed to bring sleep to her eyes sunher to her
eyelids The dim Light was enough to show how wasted
and spiritual that poor frame had become The tupor OF
death already lay upon her and Louis kneeling be-
side her, ere she was aware of bis presence
Lay nearer" she uttered with difficulty,
as they lifted her slight form towards the bedside.
She laid her thin white around his neck and a
smile the first for years spread over her face But tears
raned from his eyes and srcng emotions shook his frame
do you remember the brook and the flashing of the
hickory leaves The dew was on the moss-and your
flowers how sweet they were.'' H4- as
Those seven years seemed forgotten, and Louis
swered ~ saw you bounding through the woods your
hair was floating back the wind your eyes so
bright Oh, it was fatal morning Dear Mary. what
| have you not enduredn' .,-4l
At the sound of that voice aslow growl from
dark and old Wolf slowly crept towards the bed
: He never leaves me now,'' said the poor child
!Wil you bury me by the edge Of the woods there
there where you rst told me that you loved me, Don't
grieve bitterly should have died the Stoop
lower, Louis, tell me, do you love me2'i
The voice so low that other heard,
As if to take last look at dear mistresss face he old
dog laid his theedge of the bed ard loked Mt
her though he knew the import of the then lie
| shrank back into his corner. f-..,l-.a.
! Many low word was mu- mured there, and many a
faint given by that feeble child At last the
voice ceased-the white fell back-and once more
the young man stood alone with bis dead Yes his dead;
for all were rave him They could no longer endure
to the desoation which they had wrought and had
stolen away to feed reInorse alone
The terrible slfferings of that who can ten2 He
from the death chamber alive He sought
his own home so silent and drear and there hid himself
from all sympathy-a'l pity. The dead buredone
for which mourned he most For the ,ung wife who
had learned her bitter lesson of seconrol his
ing who forgave him he aTked-or the orphan who
had else to love- and died when she mght longer
| love him !!
The following from the Lantern is one of the finest
touches of poetic pathos have many day 1t
| is almost equal to the very best of Hood: -41
! AN OLD STORY.
| The snow falls fast in the silent street
And the wind is laden with cutting sleet.
And there is pitiless glare in the sky, -..
AS a tainting woman goes wandering by.
The rags that wrapt her wasted form.
Are frozen stiff in the Ierishing storm
And she is so cold that the snow flakes rest
| Unmelted, upCl her marble breast
| All who could believe that those rayless eyes
We're once sunny as April skies? ~
And the flowers she plucked in the early spring,
| Loved to be plucked by SO pure thing!
IT'S past-and the fierce wind. shrieking by
browns the faint gasp of her parting sigh
And l'teless she fal's at the outer gate
OF him who has left her desolate.
Silently fails the snow on her face
Clothing her form in its stainless grace; ss7
AS though God in his mercy had willed that she
Should die in garment of purity.
DocuMENrs.-M Kossuth is appointing his agents to sci
his Hungarian Bonds, and in Pittsburgh he has selected
lady The business, it would SEEM is reduced to one
method as Mrs Jane r. Eliot announces her acceptance
of the agency, and place of business
| Commissioned appoint Mrs Jane r. Eliot of Pitts
burgh my agent for the distribution of the Hungarian