The Lancaster ledger. [volume] (Lancaster, S.C.) 1852-1905, 1853-06-01

| y ''c oelhS SO tendorly loved, Nv
manner became pre-occupicd when near
her, and at length l was morbdlv sensa-
tive even TO her name not that loved
her less-for God knows my heart was
wrapped in her. No, no I could not
make her the mother of children doomed
10 die by an Inheritance. | spoke Of
friendship to her; yes, friendship when I
was selt-lmmolatcd sacrifice to my love .
We parted. Her young heart seemed
crushed. could not explain my fearful
apprenenslons. She thought me insinccrc.
my God, when suffered equally! See
here is copy Of a note addressed to her
containing ring
| DEAR JULIETTE:
In the olden time, when the romance
of life was in its evergreen, and reality
clothed with chvaIric vestment, ring
was held sacred. 1t told by its circlet, how
the beginning and end should be alikc one,
"a symbol of unity, torShadowing golden
days. 1t became rich lcga v of mater
nal affection. and patcrnal pride-thc tai
lsman Of kingly power--a token ofkniglt-
Iypledge-and the gift of one fond heart
to another. Within its magic circle flow
ed the warm blood of madenIv faith,
whilst upon it sat the brightness of mans
unsullied troth. In later days, mans oc-
cupation changed from the poetry of life
to its necessities, and commoncr feelnos
grew rank in the garden of the heart the
ring no longer was sacred TO memory, but
became an ornament of vanity-a Nor
chandize alike for king and peasant, and
worthless exchange of an idle fancy
But between us, dear Juliettc, lei it he re-
deemed from its sunken state. Wear !,
ever without change, till change takes
place. Let it be the silent token of nv
constant thought and unswervinr love-
AS in the olden time, let it be cmblcmatic
OF oneness. When colder feelings usurps
the seat of affection, wear it not, but re-
turn it, that it, too, may teach how the
happiness Of other days has passed away.
the some hing real of a bright vision faded
forever.
| GEORGE.
Time passed on, regret was now sd
ded to dread. NY frame soon told the
tale of my agony. The night air distress.
ed me, and cough, at first dry and irri-
tative, never left me. The pulse, at first
Irregular, at last became regularly quick
cned-fiasaing heat and chilly tremor We'd
with each other. I only appeared ,ehen
nay cheek ,ca fushedi One day nv mo-
ther took my hand, the palm was hot as
fre, she pressed it to her eyes, and bathed
1t silently with tears. Then commenced
the dcwy sweats, and exhausted morn
'ngs' with capricious appetite. Ny clothes
now were too large over my chest Da,
by day gradually wasted, and my breath
grew short on slight cxcrtion. One even.
ing something salt swelled up into my
throat, and with slight cough. bright
blood fell upon the cloth before me.
rose, locked the door and bled alone. Not
even my mother discovered it. was pa
Ter, but | said had not slept well.
" For time the loss of blood gave me
relief, but soon the langour increased nv
flesh wasted, and the pulse hurr ed on,
but with less strength. Then the chills
became more severe, though the fever las
ted not so long; but the horrid sweats in
creased. ! do not think the oppression
was now so great, although my breath
was shorter-life and lang were accommo-
dating each other, but the pain in nv
shoulder became greater-I called it rh1u
matism. To my surprise became more
cheerfnl-hope seemed to hold out saw
ing hand. began to think there was
limit to my disease. But this lasted not
long. My cheek burned with decpcr
red, although my blood grew daily paicr.
Too well knew that life load WAS iight-
ming; yet my will struggled against cot.-
viction.
"Now; doctor, you have my history.
am arrested here on my way to Juiettes
home. lhave written to her to say that
will soon be with her, and that all shall
be explained. Will she doubt me, when
she sees the wreck that disease and regret
have leftl Will she refuse her forgive
ness when the dreadful secret is discloscdl
He ceased speaking, and appeared much
fatigued. Still was he calculating on time
and strength, when it was impossible that
two more days would be his. Besides.
the morrow prom sed 20 bc day Of storm;
heavy clouds obscured the heavens, the
VIM was very hiRh, anu ram would soon
fall in torrents. A little fire was made in
the hearth, as the night grew more inclem.
ent. The sofa was drawn up, and in
few moments he fell asleep. lie slept al.
most like a child, so very easy were his
breathings, although short. The freight
alone frightened the chamber, whilst the
storm without appeared fast increasing
But the inmates Of the hotel cared not
for the night sounds of music, with mer-
~ voices, and ringing Of bells, occasiona lilly
struck my ear, as half dozed by the side
OF the sick man. Surely, great hotel is
a heartless place; it hath none of tho sane
tiiy Of home life.
The rain pelted the janing window.
frames--the storm whistled, and died
moaning away. The sick man seemed
happy-tho changing sounds lulIed him
70 sleep. smile played over his mouth
We're the angels whispering 10 him AZ i
childhood they dot His thin white hand
gently raised, aud his arm motioned a.
though embracing some one, and .Iulisits