Spirit of the age. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1849-1865, 1853-09-07

The shadowy desert, unfrequonted wood,
L better brook than fosrishing peopled towns:
There | can sit alone unseen of any,
And to the nj ghtingale's complaining notes
Tune my distresses, and record my,woes
EHARSPEARE.
81 will trust man no more" was the cxe
clamation of the hopeless Florence, as she
rushed from the room where lay the corpscof
her husband. Il will trust man no more"
and she fled from the amazed group, and.
wended her way to Il little village not many
miles from Portsmouth. Here her sudden
arrival and strange appearance, together with
the un~mistakablc evidences of her superior
birth, attracted no little attention. She re-
sorted to no means to merit the pity Of any
she only stopped at a poor peasants house
and begged by signs the gift of a little nilk.
This was given her by female hands ) to-
wards the male sex she seemed to entertain
an unmitigated hatred, which no act of kind
ness was sufficient to appease. She could
not be drawn into any conversation when
addressed ia different languages she affected
an entire ignorance of all ; and was not heard
to speak except in q few broken murn@urs
when she wished milk Of the peasants. She
could not be prevailed upon to enter the
houses in the neighborhood except for Il few
minutes at a time, and then her manner was
restless and unquict. She sought a shelter
from tile storms OF nature Ira cell that she
found in the side of a small hi1l-hcre she
passed the days of the hermit's life, secluded
from the society of all. Here she spent days
Of solitude here she was visited by Hundreds
on account Of the novelty of her appearance
and actions here she sung the wild song vi
grief to the breezes from the hills here she
told to the signing gales her bitter grief
L-o - IolI o,I;o,oo ,r14h A6o EotLoo :;
Heaven here she looked back to the Pas
and from its faithful records culled the brish
flowers of blissful childhood. The Past, tn,
Past, how much of bliss was written there
The wedding night-the few bright days o
rapture she had enjoyed with her AdoIph-
and away back when she was a little, happ,
child :!
The Past-the Past, how much ofgrief wa
written there p! The first day of sorrow whel
her husband left; the weary days Of sorrov
she had spent on the Portsmouth beach tn
scene Of sudden, CHASTITY death at the Hotel
the vision Of the corpse-all was writer
there faithfully and without error.
And the dark, mysterious Future, like
huge mountain, would rise before her.
"What is it? o! Father, ,whatisShe frtur
yet? What troubles-what hope Of Hiss
there for me? What lies beyond this dar
flood of weary life O! Father, how lor
shall this terrible pilgrimage continue 2
How long will this weary life be struggling
dying? How long ere | am taken hence
the land good Bunyan saw, there to live fo,
ever unstung by a thorn of care or sorrow
How long shall this weary flesh be dying
dying?"
Thus ran the burthened PRAYER of " IL
strange woman" She had dwelt in her s.
cluded cell some weeks, and no cntreatie
persuasion or force could make her conse1
to abide in the houses of men. Kind wome
urged her for safety sake to tarrv with then
but she seemed not to comprehend them
q, their entreaties.
Weeks had elapsed and the humane 81
: ters, who carried her pots full Of milk. WEI
one morning andfound the unfcrtanate stra
! ger stretched upon her pallet of hav, and
. babe, the fruit of her hapless marriage. ne
y tied on her bosom! The mother, whose hca
. had pinned away in sorrow, holding comm
! mon with deep and abiding grief and t
n infant who had not tasted of LIES bitt
. fountain; had been tossed a wreck on t
stormy sea of blasted hopes; had not draI
= with Its mother the dregs of Mara's dread
. cup, but had just opened its eyes for a n
!, ment to close them again to nestle like
~ Uyl"S ooFe oH Glle Colu BOSOM OF Its moth
, to spend with her the untroubled sleep
. Deaths ongandwatchlessnigh The mo-
> er and her babe had persisted together, a
the prayer of the humane woman was, Il
d their spirits might live forever in the land
= happy delights, whose DAYS of ~spring-ti
> and perpetual youth knows no changed or er
! Kind ones laid their bodies in a tomb n,
. the cell, and a stone yet marks their rest
70 place, on which is written:
= THE STRANGE WOMAN.
m There shall the yew her sable branches spread
And mourntul cypress rear her fringed head
From thence shall thyme, and myrtle send PERU
:, And laurel evergreen o'ersbade the tomb"
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y BUFFALO, August 29th.-The Democr,
ward meetings, held here on SatdfdaS for
IS election of delegates to the Democratic S
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