Daily national era. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1854, 1854-06-27

For the National Era.
RECOGNITION.
BY MARTHA RUSSELL.

by MARTHA RUSSELL.
THE body Of nm unknown female was taken from
the river ia tho vicinity Of the Fitchburg railroad
bridge, this morning" Ac- Commemorative
Uaknopn Yes, they drew It from the
water-they arranged the dripping garments
over the rigid limbs with decency II not ten
dern. \. for they were msn--they had wives,
sisters. mothers, daughters; they put back the
lmg wet hair from the forehead and gaztd
IN Tia contracted features with sadness, ard
MANY AN exclamation of pity as they pronounce
ed that word and turned away
Uoknouni What a falsehood God who
made her knew IT, Christ who redeemed her
knew it--and tho mother who bore her. She
who had for years leaned over the bastiops OF
the celestial city, watching with such intense
yearning for the coming Of her child, think
Won that she knew her not Or that the
angel faces, looking downward through the
blue ether, they who had watched over her
orphan childhood, and filed her innocent girl
hood with happy dreams, who had strisen with
the spirits of evil for her sake--think you, they
did not recognise their charge
Unknorn! What q mockery! Why, al
most within the hearing Of that word, In tho
library Of one Of the most aristocratlc man
sions Of the city, sits q man who IL even now
mapuscripts are before aud around him, but
that face il is the only thing he sees-that face az
it was a few hours since warm with life. He
is a poet, philosopher traveller, a cosmopoli-
tan next week he will start for the wondrous
region Of old Egypt and tho Nile; Tor weeks
his imagination has revelled in the gorgeous
loyenefs of the East but, now, this iace--ths
Young girls face takes precedence OF them all,
and half angry with himself he murmurs-
Strange that women cannot he more rea-
sonable strange that she, of all women, should
not have known that change is the law Of
lie 90 well in the affectiOnal world as the
physical She ought to have been prepared
Tor this am as much the slave Of this law
as herself but recognise it, while she dashes
heraelf against il. Poor little fool ] am sorry
for her | never saw her look as she did last
night but when she saw | was in earnest,
bhs foon grew quiet That is tho way with
women; they soon get used to a thing.
Heigho! that poem ought to be copied, and
sent off. It will do c. liked il, especially
the lines
The new born star with light as tremulous
As the first CLEAN of love in a maidcn's eye
Poor Helen | remember with what strange,
slow surprise she looked up to me that night!
How slowly, like the coming OF beautiful
day, the light broke and trembled in her eyes,
until the tears iell, like happy dew, upon my
breast How strange, she thought it, that
should love her! just az if IneD, like myself,
were not the heirs Of all beauty and grace.
But it is time for me to call on Mrs. A..
How eAquisitely she played Juliet last night
and with Tenny sons lines
"Tbe poet in q golden cline born,
With golden stars above,
Dowsr'd with the hate of hate the scorn OF scorn,
The love of love -
he leaves the room.
This man knew her! Knew her, as no other
on earth could know her Would to Heaven
he had not He had met her at his sisters
MRS Harrson's) beautiful summer residence
whittier he had repaired, summer or two
since, when worn out with the WEAKNESS and
unrest of fashionable life.
She was a seamstress in the family, beauti-
ful and fresh as morning. He claimed oil
beauty, by divine right; and she--he was as a
god to her-like the morning to the sun, she
opened her heart to his influence he unfolded
every leaf and found only freshness, guilcless-
ness, innocence, purity, originality, strength,
yearnings for all that was good and noble and
true, and on every leaf he wrote o mighty
word ops-loye for him..
Hitherto, everything that had come in Miles
Wsllngford's way had been made subservicnt
TO one end-that of self culture: but the fresh
ness and strength Of Helen Winnings nature
magnetized him. and in teaching her to forget
all for his sake, he forgot himself, and for
few months he fingered in the country, dream
ing over again, under the blue vault OF heaven,
the short dream, OF his boyhood, which his cold
ambition and still colder philosophy had long
since taught him to discard as the idlcst of all
phantoms
But he could not remain there always. Mrs
Harrison was returning to town business en-
gagements recalled him also; and Helen Vi
ning--if she was lone and friendess before she
knew him, how much more 10 would che be
now, when the world Of thought and feeling
he had opened to her made her thousand fold
more alone !-she had nothing TO lose but the
love aud trust centred in hm--was it strange
that she went with him, that she gave her
whole being into his keeping, doubling moth
ing, only Borrowing that she was not Ear richer,
more beautiful m re gifted, more graceful, for
his cake
Her nature was 10 rich and exuberant, shc
lavished it, ,fts upon him with such delight
fnl abandon, lhat he remained captive to the
magnetism much longer than he himself had
deemed possible aud when the charm began
to wax old she became to him psychological
study With him, the end of life Yves selfc ul
turc-eyorything that tended 70 that, every cx-
perienoe that deepened his sclfconsciousness
or ia any way aided in bis development, was
lawful His character must become perfect,
harmonious and symmetrical, cscn at the OK
penss Of the lie blood Of others. Woman
Love---these were but means to this end %
he studied, thought, criticized, analysed, wrote
and men spoke Of him an accomplished
scholar, a true poet; and women got his verses
by heart sang them, praised their pathoS, their
tenderness, and said how pure and noble, how
true and humble, must be the soul that could
give utterance to such things Of beauty and Of
Joy.
Helen was not ignorant Of the cold nature Il
his philosophical creed. Had she heard the
same sentiments from the lips Of another, they
would have startled her; but did she not pos
ee@ hs iovei and, in the light Of that certainty.
thHy were ~ her more abstracticns She
Judged his heart by her own--or, rather, she
did mot Judge him at all for where q woman
loves, she has already judged--and she