Muscatine journal. [volume] (Bloomington, Iowa) 1849-185?, 1853-07-08

Iour oaugnters, and among these Augusti
was the one whom she had designed 70,
Lord 5. When woman is once determin-
cd upon accomplishing an object, either
to crafty. her vanity, pridc, or revenge,
death, he'll, and the grave cannot interpose
obstacles which she will not surmount.-
! She will deal out more scandal in one af-
ternoon than man could in twelvemonth,
were he provided with the tongue of the
devil. In proof of this unqualified asser-
ton, will refer you to the abundance of
unmlstakable evidence we have duIlyhappen-
ing before us in this city, in the persons of
numerous pious hypocrltes. Bat 'Ros Abell'
I stfs we have good women in Muscatine.
so they. have in every place, and it would
DO sad world If they had not. The
whole need not physician, but the
SICK. Ii there were no tattlers in Musca-
tine, then my preaching must DC in vain.
Unfortunately we have too many amongst
us who are diseased with leprous spirit
of scandal, and if cannot cure them any
other way will in some future application
call their names. Then, fear, .t. Vitus
dance will become endenical, for the bad
will surely commence.
Lady Mayoon did all the planning, and re.
qulred her daughters To obey her IN every
particular. One day she told her daugh-
ters that for the success of Augusta, 1t be-
came necessary to ruin the character of
Lady Flora, whercupon Miss Georgiana
was dispatched with the following message
to the sisters, friends, cousins, and old aunt,
OF Lord >. Miss Georgiana informed the
old aunt that Lady Flora had been seen un-
der suspicious circumstances, with cer-
tam French gentleman, and enjoined strict
secrecy,as 1T was not her intention to iniure
the character of Lady Flora, believing her
innocence might be established beyond
doubt. The old aunt gave the story u new
colorinS,and communicated it to the COUSIN.
she cousin, with the pencil Of deceit, paint
ed around IL the lights and shades OF truth,
ami passed 1t along 10 Inc friend. Ihe
friend dressed it up in the garb OF Stern
reality, stamped truth on its forehead,
and gave 1t 10 the sister. And the Sis
Ier,"iih fearful eyes and woiui coun,en-
dnce, told The sad tale as true beyond
the shadow OF doubt TO her brother
lord >. Lord S. at once communicated
The sad intelligence To mis- friend, Lord
and Lord II. 10 his sister Lady Flora.
" no can prove negatiyel You may
accuse me OF murder | nay know
am Innocent bu. how can | prove my
Innocence So you may charge an,
crime upon person OF which they were
never suity, yet they cannot prove TO
The contrary Lady Flora well UNDER
stood this principle and the hell bego.-
ten scheme VI her pretended friends, and
re;iied from the gaze Of wicked anu
suspicious public with a broken heart
Soon alter this Lady Mayuon enqulred
OF noted tale bearer, how long before
Lady Flora would need the services of
ner dccouchsr. Soon after TINS Lady
tlora Hastings died with disease in
every particular like the one first men
TONED In this sermon, and angels, on
their golden pinlons waited her pure
spirit 10 that haven OF rest, where,
thank God, no lying, tat.ling, sanderous
women can ever come. The day FOL
lo"lag her death, Lord Hastings, with
Lord Stanly. and some other friends,
invited the principle physicians of Lon
don TO make a careful examination of
her body BY dissection. and produce the
evidences OF either her guilt or inno-
cence. They did so, and when their
work was finished all stood around the
fragments OF her body and through The
mist OF burning tears saw her as pure
as when helpless infant she nestled in
her mothers bosom. To this day when
Lord Stanly is alone he may be heard
singing this dlrge:
And thou art dead, as young and fair
As aught of mortal birth
And form soft, aud charms so rare,
loo soon retIraed TO earth
Though earth received thee in her bed,
And DER the spot the crowd may tread,
In careeSsnes, or mrth;
There is an eye which could not brook
moment on that grave to look.
/ will not ask where thou lest low.
Nor gaze upon the spot;
There flowers or weeds at win may grow,
SO behold them not:
1t Is enough for me to prove
That what loved, aud long must love-
Like common earth can rot
To me, there needs no stone to tell
'Tis nothing that loved SO WE'LL"
Oh. slanderer. thou hell-deserving
wretch! who can pronounce a curseup
on thee CONNIE nsurate with thy crimes?
| must confess my soul is not bi,ter
enough to do the cursing justice.
On next week. we will consider. the
Lord willing. the second part of the
first division Of the text. HALO.