Daily evening star. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1852-1854, 1854-03-18
DAILY EVENING STAR.
THE BEAUTIFUL MANIAC
The fire that on my bosom preys
Is lone as some volcanic i.le.
NO terch IS klndied at its blaze

THE BEAUTIFUL MANIAC. -H
The fire that on my bosom weys srr. .
Is lone as some volcanic isie,
| No tsrch is kindied at its blaze = ..s ..
funeral pile
In the morning train from Petersburg,
there was lady closely yeiled, in the
same car with ourselves. She wa,
dressed in the purest white, wore gole
bracelets, and evidently belonged to tn,
higher circles of society. Her figure wa.
delicate. though well developed, and ex
quisitely symmetrical: and when she oc
casionally drew aside her richly cmbroi
dered veil, the glimpse of the features
which the beholder. obtained, satisfied
hlm OF her extreme ,oyeliness Beside
her sat gentleman in deep mourning
who watched over her with unusual soil.
cltude, and several times when she at
tempted to rise he excited the curiosity
OF the passengers by detaining her in
her seat.
Outside the cars all was confusion;
passengers looking to baggage, porters
running, cabmen cursing, and all the
unusual hurry and hustle attending the
departure OF railroad train. One shrill
warning whistle from the engine, and
we moved slowly away. -
At the first motion of the car, the lady
IN white started to her feet with one
heaft-piercing scream, and her bonnet
falling off, disclosed the most lovely fea-
lures we ever contemplated. Her raven
tresses fell over her shoulders in graceful
disorder, and clasping her hands IN
prayer, she turned her dark eyes to
| heaven. What agony was in that look !,
What beauty, too, what heavenly beauty,
had not so much Of misery been stamped
upon 1t. Alas! that one glance told a
melancholy tale. .-g... go.
"--she wTs changed
As by the sickpess of n soul; her mind
Iiad wandered from its dw fling and hpreyeS
incy mad not their own ustre, hut the look
w men is not of earth; she was become
I'm, Inc queen OF fantastic realm; her thoughts
Wee combinations of disjoInIed things
And forms, impalpa bic and unperccived
VI others sight, familiar We're TO hers ..
uer brother, the gentleman in black,
was unremitting in his efforts to soothe
her spirit. He led her back to her seat ::
but her bair was still unbound, and her
beauty unveiled. The cars ratified on,
and the passengers in groups resumed
thel! conversation. Suddenly a wild
melody arose; it was the beautiful ma
MACS voice, rich, full, and inimitable.
Her hands We're crossed OH her heaying
bosom, and she waved her body as she
sang with touching pathos-
"She is far from the land where her young hero
And Steps, Ieyir;, ,re ,un,,a.,
Bui coldy She urns from Their gaze and wee,s.
is In
ss ] snss the & M,id songs OF her dear native plains,
All: little ~ hey think, who % Geiist in her strains
How the heart of the minstrel is breskingl''
Her brother was unnamed. and he
wept as only man can weep. The air
changed, and she continued
HAS sorrow my young heart shaded.
-, As clouds O er the morning fleet
That even in sorrow ,,sra :wee,,'
IL thus the un Sind world wirher
cdsaS Each ds.,ii feeling ls tha. once was dear;
iwenn with ,teo ,aar come ,ii nther,
She tbep cuno f,oo,t &c
t;fnI hymn VI '''e "e"u'
aJesus. lover of nv sou,.
Let me TO thy bosom fiy.''
Another attempt to rise I'D was pre-
vented, and she threw herself on her
knees beside her brother, and gave him
such a mournful, entreatlng look. with
plaintive Save me, my brother save
your sister y that scarcely. a passenper
could refrain from weeping. We saw
scarcely, for there was one man twas he
NAM who called on the conductor to
''put her out the car" He received the
open scorn Of the company. His insen-
sibility to such scene of distress almost
defies belief; and yet this is, in every mar
ticular, an "o'er true tale" Should he
ever read these lines, NAV his marble
heart be softened by the recollection of
his brutality
AGAIN the poor benlghted beauty raised
her peWltching voice to one of the most
solemn, sacred airs:
"0h! where shall rest be found,
.sS' 70, '"e "eNy SOUL
"a anu oon.lnue9 ner ihe'anchoiy chant un-
VI we leaIneu 'le steamer Mount Yer
non' .H oll eoaru ol "hich we descended
,lle iLaaslllnceii. James riVer' tne unhappy
olE.Ier !, anu I sister occupying 'he ladies
saoln Iis was q sorro" 100 profound
ioA oIuiHaIy ConSoiatiOl, ana no one dare