Cooper's Clarksburg register. [volume] (Clarksburg, Va. [W. Va.]) 1851-1861, 1855-09-19

May ne be rlV n IN twain,
Where tears are dried, and the heart, mother,
May never know sorrow again.
THE BRIDE OF THE WRECK.
A Beautiful Story.
Twas lonely sort OF bachelor, and had
never yet known what young men style
"thc passion" Of passion mad enough
as My old mate yonder can tell you.
broke his head twice, and his arm once
in fits Of it ; but he has always seemed to
love me all the better, he cIipgs to me
now very much as two pieces OF the same
chip cling together when drifting at sea-
We are the soul survivors of a thousand
wrecks, and Of the companies that sailed
with US two years ago, no ether is left
atloat. l had been a sailor from my boy
hood, and when l was twenty-five | may
safely say no man was more fit to COM
mand vessel among the mariners Of
England. And at this time my uncle
died and left me his fortune. | had ne
yer seen him, and hardly knew Of his ex-
stence but had now speaking evidence
of the fact that he existed no longer.
was very young and strong in limb,
and think stout Of heart, and was pos.
sessed OF the rental Of some thousands per
annum. What bar was there to my en-
ioyment Of the goods OF life 2 No bar in
deed. but l felt sorely the lack of means
Of enjoyment. | was sailor in every
sense. My education was toleruble, and
had some books. but my tastes were
nautical, and pined ON shore. You easily
understand, then, why built me yatch
and did spend much of my time oG her.
She was a fine craft, and suited to my
taste in every respect, and | remember
with sigh now, the happy days l have
spcct in the - Foam
used to read considerable in my cabin,
and occasionally, indeed weekly, invite
parties Of gentleman 10 cruise with me !;
but the foot Of lady had never been on
the deck of my boat, and / began to have
an old bachelors pride in the fact, Yet
| confess TO you secret Ion ging for some
sort of affection different from any L had
heretofore known, and rest!essness when
men talked Of beautiful woman in my pre-
scnce.
One summer evening was at the old
hall in which my uncle died, and was en-
tircly alone. Towards sunsent was sur
prised, while looking over my books, by
the entrance of Il gentleman hastily an
uOunced and giving indication of no little
excitement.
Y our pardon, sir, for my uuceremo-
NOUS entrance. My horses have run away
with my carriage, and dashed it 70 pieces
near your park gate. My father was
badly injured. and my sister is now
watching him. have taken the liberty
10 ask your permission to bring them to
your residence"
Ofcourse my consent was instantly Civ
en-, and my own carriage dispatched to
the park gate.
Mr.. Sinclair was gentleman Of fortune,
residing about forty miles from me, and
his father, dn invalid, fifty years or more
Of age, was on his way in company with
his son, to his sons house, there TO die
and be buried. They were strangers to
me, but l made them welcome to my
house, as if it were their own, and insis-
ted on their using it,
Miss Sinclair was the first woman who
had crossed my door-stone since had been
posSessOr of the hall and well might she
have been loved by better men than l.
She was very small and very beautiful
of the size OF Venus, which all men wor>
ship as the perfection of beauty, but HAYS
ing soft blue eye, shaded by jet-black
brOws, her face presented the contrast OF
purity Of whiteuess in the complexion set
off by raven hair, and yet that hair hang
ing in clustering curls, unbound by comb
or hllet, and the whole face lit up with
the expression Of gentle trust and com
plete confidence either in ali around her,
or else in her own idomitable determina-
ton T.; for Mary Sinclair had a mind of her
own, and a far seeing one, to. She was
nineteen, then.
Her father died in my house, and at
tended the solemn procession that bore his
remains over hill and valley, to the old
church in which his ancestors were laid.
Once after that I called on the family,
aud then avoided felt to entering that
house or approaching the influence of that
matchless girl. I believed thatI feared
the magic of her beauty, and was impress
ed with my own unworthiness to love her
or be loved by her. I knew her asso-
ciates were of the noble, the educated,
the refined, and that was none Of these.
What then could expect but misery, il
l yielded to the charms of that. exquisite
beauty or grace which knew were in her
lsoul !