Spirit of the age. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1849-1865, 1854-03-15
RALEIGH, NORTH CAROLINA, WEDNESDAY,

forced to believe, that she intended Destroy
ing her happiness by an unfortunate alliance
with so miserable and degraded compan-
ion. In all the eloquence and earnestness of
woman's tender heart she implored her by
every tie dear and sacred to humanity, to
spurn his acquaintance with disgust, and bu-
ry in oblivion every sociation in connection
with the memory of his image. Yet with
all these potent appeals and kind-hearted
advice, and in the face Of the guilt and de-
pravity Of bis character her own needless
and ungovernable will predominated in the
scale, and she tamely submitted to the fire.
quent visits and overtures of this loathsome
and odious intruder on the family.
A few weeks only sufficed to convince Mrs.
Bloomfield, that her every effort was in vain
to prevent the calamity that was destined to
befall the ill-fated union of her much beloved
and honored cousin. The honied precepts of
moral suasion had been exhausted and every
exhortation only accelerated the march Of the
impending danger that brooded like tornado
in the stormy sky of her destiny. Then it was
with fixed determination of the most un-
swerving rectitude of purpose, that Mrs.
Bloomfield approached Mary Vaudeville and
sternly remarked: Well, Mary, as you are
on visit to me, and your father is ignorant
of your expected marriage, l feel it my du-
ty, as you will not take my advice, to use ali
the coercion of which I am capable, by way
of eluding the lamentable catastrophe which
is fastening to its goal.'
Being aware that an elopement was in
contemplation, Mrs. Bloomfield on the eve-
ming Of the preconcerted plan, carefully
watched her cousin to her chamber and lock.
ed securely the door, while taking most Of
her parapharnalia, in order to prevent the
bold adventure that was indicated by the po
sition Of a ladder, which reached through hel
window, in order to secure her escape. But
all this ingenuity did not foil the daring and
intrepid Mary of my story. At the appoint
ed time, true to the con6ding trust Of him
who had her VOW, at the soft poetic houl
when moonlight was peeping through the
opening branches of the trees and pouring
from its beamy urn silver tide Of living
rays upon the slumbering earth, it was then
that she launched herself in the arms of he
intended, and step by step, in regular grada
ton, descended the ladder, and found he
way to a neighboring friend, who enrobet
her in suitable bridal apparel for the morn
ing, as that night they journeyed to an ad
jacent State in pursuit of Magistrate, VIII,
performed the solemn rite Of marriage a
the morning star arose. After the solemniza
ton of their nuptiais, they hastened to thei
home with the remembrance of their adven
turous and romantic history, and the har
binger of an iIl-fated calamity settled in th
gloom and spanned the dark-browed horizo
of the morning of their days.
The scenes that afterward succeeded thei
eventful pilgrimage, we will shade with tn
curtain of silence and repose, as the hear
rending misery and wo that tapped aroun
them the raven wings of despair, can onl
be correctly described by those wretche
and forlorn objects, who, disobedient to p
rental precept and command, mark their So
history, to be remembered with the sepulchr
remains of their mouldering dissolution an
decay. ZEPHYRUS.
Favonia, Warren county, N. G.