Port Tobacco times, and Charles County advertiser. (Port Tobacco, Md.) 1845-1898, 1853-12-15

in the grave!
All, man is not alone the seducer-wo
man is not alone the victim
He has fallen; but her family are among
the proud and Observation-Disclosures mus
not fall on them. He has sinned ane
wronged, and must make the only repara
,ion now left 10 redeem the daughter of the
house from in(amy!
For Amelia, there was no longer the pre-
ience of af1ection; the letters ceased, bu
without explanation and a, length hope
died !; but love could only cease with life
No censure passed her lips, and no muir.
muir was IIeared from her sinking spirit.
Day by day the bloom faded from her
cheeks and sorrow was written upon heI
brow. knew she would die, for her mind
was no, one that could be diverted by a.
musemen, Or find employment BY concen'
.ra,ion Of mental energy. When there was
no longer any object for her affections, life
was without interest, and there was nothing
to preserve even physical strength.
She could NOT endure the though hit Of min
Cling again with the thoughless, for her
delicate nature would shrink from the look
Of pity, and would wilher beneath the look
of scorn; aud we'll she knew that both
would be directed towards her-deser,on
being almost as sure mark Of degradation
as sin and shame, in vulgar minds--,he
envious would rejoice, and the malicious
triumph.
knew tina, she bad only little while to
live, aud wrote to Robert So reprosch-
full letter, such as | though, one deserved
who had thus trihed with and tIampled
upon such heart.
He answered it; but he did not try to
palIate his guilt. He was married, and
silence was his duty, now and any expes-
sion Of sympathy or regret would be only
mockery.
! prepared the way for conveying this
intelligence to AmeIi4, as well as ] could,
knowing that could not soften i, in any
wav, SO thu, it would not prove the death
blow, yet still thinking 1t bes. not TO with
hold The stroke.
The fountain Of her tears had long been
dry, and hoped This would bid Them gush
forth again. even dared to hope that
something like scorn and hatred might be
when only fancy or passion has existed !;
5ut anything like revenge, or wish TO lnJure,
can never occupy the place true love has
once usurped in noble heart.
She had fingered through the summer, and
faded with The flowers, yet she was not con-
fined to her bed and every day Tread to
her, and brought her garlands from the
wood-lhose wild vines and blossoms
which she had go loved in esllh-and tried
to cheer her with the hope of again en-
loving the pleasure of life. But this she
did not desire she had put her trust in hea-
ven, and would talk Of being reconclled to
live, aud the hope Of being useful. If God
saw fl. 10 keep Der We. ll,le longer in the
world; bu, death was The messenger she
longed to meet, and she did not doubt OF
happiness in heaven.
The iron had entered too deep for the
wound 10 beaI-she could no, recover from
such shock Blu. had no idea she was
so near her end, and day after day put of
link tina, bound her 10 earth. II ] had re-
Elected lille more deeply, ] should have
withheld it.
II was one Of those delicious Indian sum-
mer evenings, when even The invalid need
ed not to shun the open window, though
the golden hinge Of Autumn was over ell
the hills, when she sal with her wasted hand
in mine, and both were resting on the Bible,
that ], for the first time for many weeks, al
luted to him who had thus wrecked her
hopes and crushed her heart. There was u o
bitterness in her words-some mystery, she
said she could no! believe it was deliberate
wrong.
showed the letter; she read il through.
folded il, and laid il upon the window sill,
and said she would like TO answer il, if ]
would write what she wished TO say.
They were few words, expressive OF
confidence in his truth for by inspiration
she seemed 10 understood what no one
else had family con eclured. She spoke OF
suffering, and of forgiveness-she should
soon be in her grave but whilst she lived,
her heart would remain true, and IN death
there would be no change.
She had ceased TO speak, and the shad-
ows Of evening were gathering around us.
A cold sbudder passed over her frame, a
single flush crossed her pallid cheek, and
then a dark shadow seemed to settle upon
her brow. soon saw it covered with The
clammy dews which gather there only when
the icy hand is upon the heart; few hurried
and scarcely audible respiration follow, and
her spirit had fled, "where sorrow, wrong,
and trouble, can never torture more.'
was lefs alone with the clay, and could
no, mourn that it was no longer leDanleJ.
pressed the lids upon the eyes which had
often beamed upon me with affection, left
the sad office of watcher TO another, and
sough! the solitude Of my room, to weep
sin agony ,ha, would no, be controlled