Daily evening star. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1852-1854, 1853-07-23


song, and cverlouder and mightier sound
cd the strings to his melodies, and in
deepest harmony the tones intermingled.
Then, in an anguish of joy, he sank upon
the floor, and opened wide his arms, to
embrace the loved shadow, and suddenly
he felt himself breathed upon, as by the
warm air of fspring, and pale, simmer
ing light fitted towards and past him.
Glowing with the inspiration of love, he
exclaimed: "I know thee. beloved shade
of my glorified Josephine! Thou didst
promise me to hover around me with thy
love; thou hast kept thy word: feel thy
breath, thy kiss upon my lips, l feel my
self embraced by thy g1orified spirit. ~
In deepest bliss, he seized his flute anew,
and the harp sounded again, but ever
softer, until its whispering died out in
heightened strains. Sellner's whole vital
strength was deeply agitated by the spirit
greeting of this evening restless, he flung
himself upon his couch, and, in all his
heated dreams, the whispering of the heart
summoned him.
Late, and wearicd by the visions of the
night, he awolle, feeling his whole being
seized by some strange power, and voice
was living within him, which was to him
token Of speedy dissolution, and sig
nlficant of the victory of the soul over the
body. With ceaseless longing he await
ed the evening and hastened to spend it
IN Joscphine's chamber. He had already
succeeded in lulling himself, with his flute,
| into dreamy quiet, when nine O'Clock
struck, and hardly had the last stroke of
the bell ceased vibrating upon the ear,
when the harp began gently to sound,
until it finally trembled into full accord.
When his flute became silent, the spirit
tones died away; the pale, shimmering
light fitted, this time, also past him, and
in his bliss he could utter naught but the
words Josephine, Josephine, take me
to Thy true bosom."
Once more the harp took leave, with
gcntly-dying tones, until its whisperings
were lost in the heightened, tremulous
strains. Exhausted in still greater
degree by the events of this evening than
before, Sellner tottered back to his ROOM
His faithful servant was shocked at the
appearance of his master, and fastened,
In spite of orders to the contrary, for the
physician, who was beside, an old friend
of Scllner's. The doctor found him in
most violent attack Of fever, with the
same symptoms, as in the case of jose
phine, but much more dangerous. The
fever increased threateningly, throughout
the night, whilst he necessarily raved of
Josephine, and the harp. In the morn
ing, he became calmer, for the struggle
was over, and he felt his approaching dis
solution as even more evident, although
the physician affected not to perceive
anything of tho lind The sick man dis
closed to his friend what had taken place,
and no cXpostulations of the cool, sensi-
ble man, could withdraw him from his
opinion. As evening drew nigh he be-
came more languid, and finally begged,
with trembling voice, to be carried into
Josephinc's chamber.
1t was done. With unceasing cheer
fulneSs he looked around, greeted each
beautiful Ieminisccnce with sileEt tears,
and spoke calmly, but firmly convinced,
of nine o'clock as the hour of his death
The decisive moment drew nigh; he caus-
cd all to leave the room after bidding
them last farewell: except the physi-
clan, who wished to remain throughout.
Then nine o'clock resoumdcd solemnly,
from the castle-tower, and Sellner's face
grew bright, deep emotion glOwed once
more upon his pale face. 'Josephinet"
called he, as though inspired by the De-
ity, "Josephine, greet me once more, as |
take my leave of life, that | may know
thee near. and conquer death with thy
lovcw Then sounded wondrously the
strings Of the harp, in loud, glorious
strains, as though songs of victory, and
around the dying man fitted simmer
ing light. Il come, / come!" he cxclaim-
ed, sank back, and struggled with life.
Ever softer and softer, sounded the tones
Of the harp; then Sellner's last remains
of vital strength made one mighty effort
and when it was over with him, the harp
strings sprang asunder, as though dashed
by spirit hand. The physicians knees
smote him: he closed the eyes Of the now
glorificd one, who, in spite of the strug
gle, lay as in a gentle slumber, and, in
deep emotion, left the house. For years
he could not tear the recollection of that
hour from his heart, and preserved the
deepest silence as to the last moments of
his friend, until finally, in moment of
free intercourse with friends, he impaired
the events of that evening, and showed
the harp which he had kept as bcIucst
of the dcceased.-Litcrary World.
STARVATION IN SPAIN.-It appears that
the miserable condition to which Ireland