The Sumter banner. [volume] (Sumterville, S.C.) 1846-1855, 1853-10-26

OF the room, wrapped in speech
less sorrow, like patience on q I9,onu
mcnt."
| We knew light hearted damse
once " no had the misfortune to fall in
love. She E.ncicd one, who was in
most respects her inferior, and Ger
tail ly so in point of sincerity. She
gave him her heart cmbalmcd in
sighS, and its incense went up to him
like the perfume Of holocaust from,
the plains of Israel. In return he
gave her fair words. TIc was with
out feeling, but he could discourse; he
had no heart, for nature had worked it
all up into tongue, and like the scr.
pent, it wrought only venom on those
who placed dependence on the words
which flowed from it, The maiden be.
came attached to him. She suppose
that his admiration was equal to hers.
1t was not his intention to diShonor her,
for that would have involved the pos.
session of some feeling on his part.
lie had none. Ills vanity was graf
lied by her love. and he permitted her
to love on. Why she did love him
was difficult to tell. An ordinary per.
son set of by II fashionable dress. was
all that he could roast Of In the
course of IL few months he left her and
sought another due.
Here was ti"d for sorrow. Here
WAS a maid forsakcn-truc love eros.
sod, and Il real loving heart BETRAYED.
The sictlv pail OF grief fell over her
viSagc. Her bright eyes became dim
and wandering. Her head lrooped.
and she scarcely seemed sensible OF
the presence # others. Ter response
to their words was faint and low. She
was like a fading flower whose stem
was bruised
lhe cause wasa desperate one; for
WHO can administer to mind dis
caSrd, an'i last of all, discussed bv
hopeless love! Sh" loved to sit for
hours together, by the side of run
ming brook, with her eyes fixed upon
the stream, AMI if cloud came ;,v-
cr the sky, and the drops Of rain be-
gan to fall, ii was slowly and careless.
ly that she muvcd oil to retreat in
the very heart OF tl,.' grove, where
tie :hi:!iet was h!acke>t and s,r,l
rest. There she would sit and weep. She
would repeat the name of him who
had deserted her, us If there were no
other names more mu>cal-Shr would
bring before her minds eye his tca-
tnrcs, as il there were no other features
more c"mciv would pan,ler ov-
er the fine things he had said to her, rs
if more ingenious and pleasing things
did not rculain to be said.
Thus for eighteen months she lingcr-
ed on refusing 10 be comiortcd, aud
whenever 4 word was drawn from her,
it brcathcd "ll'y OF the hopcics>ncss OF
her lot, and the wcariness Of blight.
ell existence.
Remarkable rs the fact may seem,
her runaway lover h wing visited dis,
tant lands, and become cIoycd by the
van'tles OF this gay world, did, most
unexpectedly, return to the town where
the M lncholy doUe abide', presented
himself to her, and repeated his vows
in truth and sincerity. In this event
there wa more truth t!'an poetry, and
this may also be said of the subst'an-
tial pnddings and tarts which graccd
the "oard on their wedding day.
Now seven long years have passed
and our plaintive dssolatc heroine
counts four bouncing boys when
she ranges the dishes on the table She
is q notable house keeper; and if her
husband intrudcs too carclcssly on
Il washing day or is guilty ofany 9th.
cr inadvertency which seems to invade
her province. her voice is lifted up a.
gainSt him with no uncertain sound.
For his part, he is n valiant trcncher
man, and an enterrrsing grocer. His
wife is careful OF the pence, and sees
that nothing goes out Of the family i; a
profitl"ss manner. She likes her hus
band for just what he is worth; she
thinks him II 'providcr," and u dcccn,
sort ola body, but she wishes him to
keep on his own side Of the house, and
she will manage her own affairs. She
wonders that she ever pincd and
wept at his descrtion. for she is
sure that since her marriage she has
seen fifty men as good as he-whcn
she is particularly angry, she says bet
| ter.
Sad, snrrowful pining, and mclan
choly maids, if you cannot get hus
hands, you are free from many cares
and anxicties-roIoice. Have you
been deserted by lover? mourn not
but arouse and seek some other source
OF enjoyment; for the sorrow you feel il
the grief of inexpericnce. Had yo.
married him, few years woult
have shown yon that yonr fine tancic
were hut the dreams of ignorance, anc
that he for whom we now mourn, wa
worth Just SO much and no more,