Spirit of the age. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1849-1865, 1854-09-20

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may succeed, as qce think, but tone, al
thought, familiar object brings back that
old love with seven-fold force and power.
confess, dear Lizzie, that have striven
to forget Mary; am confident she has
forgotten me; but q withered flower, bril-
liant ring or shining tress tells me it is
in vain-I cannot forget her / have reas-
oned with myself why should love Mary
1t is self evident that she ne0er acill be mine
She cares not for me, or for my happiness,
but still | cannot refrain from loving her.
When l look into my heart find her be-
loved image still remains, and here it will |
remain until the hand that pens these lines
hes cold and rIgid IN deaSn Wheif tine /
soul bears about.it the lofty principle of
love, no time nor change can eradicate it,
it will have an unlimited influence through |
life; it will either sink or elevate the soul,
sink it into despair, or elevate it to its prop
er sphere. My love has been sweet, far
sweeter than honey and the honey comb
And Mary once loved me, probably she
fondly loved me, but her love, like many
other things, soon passed away! Lizzie, l
still love her have known no love but
that for her-I ask not for any love apart
from it / can fold my arms upon an
aching heart, and bid defiance to bright
eyes and Cupid's darts. | love none but
Mary, and should |, in moment of insan-
ity, wed any woman, except her, you may
know l love her not.
This is plain language but it is none the
less true! Some people may cry out, For
get, exhibit your pride and forget But
they must bear in mind, that first love-
sways sceptre supreme! Let man or
woman once truly love, and in my opinion,
no other love can equal it; kind of sec
ondary love-an imaginary love may spring
up, but first love- will ever be the sweet
est, the purest, and the deepest Lizzie 1
ask not to love any but Mary-I ask the
love of none but her. If she cannot be
mine, then let me wed the memory of the
Past Let me stand alone amidst the
wreck of fond Hopes engendered by Mary's
smiles and love Can | forget her? No,
dear Lizzie, | cannot forget her-would to
Heaven could / look into my heart
and upon the tablets of memory read:
thou art remembered STILL You may
ask if I am happy? No, am unhappy! |!
The burden of unrest lies heavily upon my
soul. have realized some ofmy youthful
anticipations name, reputation and wealth,
but what care for any of these things,
since Mary cannot share them with me p
All /! l am not happy A smile may
wIcatho r--y lips, hut here. yvithiys-. my
heart, slumbers an unseen volcano whose
fires blast every rising joy! wonder if
Mary has fogotten meme, whom she once
professed to love
But I recken she is ashamed of that
sweet girlish love; 1 freely forgive her
She will find no love as devoted as mine !;
others may profess to love her, but none,
no, not one can love her as do 1t has
: cost her nothing to forget me, but l have
} not forgotten her! Mountains rise, riv-
ers roll, and thousand miles separate US,
! yet Mary is not forgotten! !! 1t is my des-
/: tiny to love one who loves me not-morti-
r flying thought Ito love one who once said
q that was her hope and her light And
t she, too, was my hope and my light; bu
O hope long since folded her white wings anC
" chaunted her dying requiem over the toni
h of mortal bliss! Dear Lizzie, my destin,
% is irrevocably fixed. will never marry
,e not because Mary is lost to me, but simpl.,
e, this possess too much of natures tru
;: nobility to deceive any one cannot,
.. will not fold fond, confding being to m
bosom, when my heart is in the possession
of another | must cease writing; an
d schoolboy may do better Write to me
le Lizzie, tell me all about HER-I am pre-
" pared for the worst Farewell Lizzie, fare
in we'll !! EDGAR LEMAY.
Il am not forgotten exclaimed Mar
rapturously pressing the letter to her bosom
9 I am not forgotten ! Good and noble EC
t; gar Oh how 1 love him And yet, b
ld thinks l love him not; if he could b1
"a read my heart, he would find that he
wv still my hope, my light, ah and my life
.et Write to him, Lizzie-no you shall not;
nd will write myself! will tell him to con
he back to his own loving, unhappy Mary
will tell him to come back to one who b
ny always loved him; will be his singh
- bird, and only too happy to listen to
:, I voice, and breathe the atmosphere 4
me breathes He must come back nay,
i'd shall come; he cannot refuse to retuI
the when tell him how | have repented I
ade folly-how [ have suffered, and how ha
ind prayed for his safe return to one, who
len baptised his memory in Jordan of tears
tae what the mischief is the matter, Mar
me. asked Mr.. Vernon, who had overhes
the Mary's remark. You must be preparin.
ted lecture for tonight, a real, fashionable
: ture, full of fustian, rant and froth. WI
met is the matter l say?' said he as he ente1
en- their room. Here you are both crying
ellis but that is not hard for girls to do. ]
that me, Mary, what is the matter
her Doctor Lemay's letter was placed in
te. hands. After reading it, he carefully f
,ves ed it, and murmured apparently regard
noly as to those present: This love-this n
me terious principle, who can fully compreh
sem. it? 'Tis twenty years since my an
true hearted Mary Jane was laid beneath
ears, waving grass and rank weeds and tho
ary the frosts of accumulated winters lave '
ton, tened my head, still the spring time of
zzie, reigns in my heart as fresh as it did in
HID bloom of manhood = Wiping tear f
nind, his eye, he said to Mary. Must I G
abso- ter this fastidions, love-lorn Doctor, or
ancy, you 90 yourselfF
A. Il will 60 of course answered M
It - half jesting and half serious tina
I'VE at if you and Lizzie will go with me-
q, for VERY WE'LL returned the old man