Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, Va. [W. Va.]) 1852-1859, 1856-05-23

cover, read, tottered, and with \ groan Of agony
fell scnseleSS to the floor. ER0i EcsEs dREdl She
that vas 10 have been his own, dear, VfUrshippcd
bride, had welded the cold, icy clay, and was
folding to her pure, white bosom nought but
Shiny worms Oh! that Hnon had never from
that dreary trance came back to life again.
It was tWiiishfs sweet and sacred hour
With bowed head and trembling form, Huon
trod his solitary room. Oh! who shall tell how
much Of deep and bitter agony vas gnawing at
his sickened heart Every hope his soul had
known was buried IN EnoI's grave. Every dream
Of his younger years had been doomed TO dark
ness and night. And the lamp that had lit his
pathway thus far through the dangerous wilds
of life had suddenly gone out forever, and left
him to tread with unsteady feet the dangerous
way IN darkness and alone. Where was his
ambition now Where, al the brilliant dreams
and mighty hopes of those other dayss Gone!
forever gone!
There mad been a time, when for Euol he
wO1ld have snatched the stars from their homes
in heaven, and scattered them ike roses at her
wOrshipped feet There had been time, when
for EnoI he would have turned yon mighty riv-
er backwards IN its foamy course and from the
pEbbly bed formed pathway for her to tread
upon. There had been time, when for Euol,
he would have cIinled with rapid strides fame's
rugged mount, and from the greenest head torn
bloody crown.
But now! OH there was nothing left worth
living for. What were riches, and fame, and
honor, to one whose light, and life, and joy was
hid forever in the grave! Alas! poor Huon!-
Like young tree was he felled to the earthi--.
Like wounded rose was he already whitening
away!
Had Euol been false to her love. and recreant
to her plighted faith, and fUrgetul Of thousand
VOWS OIL then the bitter scorn of a noble, trus-
ting heart would have borne his bark of hope
aI,nva fIa biilnurS and Of Sn fitfll
Had Euol wandered away from his lone side, to
seek some more towery and gaycr path; had
she in pride forgotten the affection of trusting,
young heart and gone to seek in brighter
sphere for something else to love, oh! then how
the deep waters of boyish hearts indignity
would have swept all its love away, and left be-
hind green isle, for the flowers of hope and
faith to grow upon.
But Huon knew too well how pure and gen.
tie, how good and kind she had ever been to
him. He could sit for hours, and on the tablets
of his memory trace thousand images of her
purity and trlIthfulness, hut never find word
| of doubt, or blame, or GOODNESS there. She had
ever borne herself like noble woman, nor
stopped to meanness and deceit But now, oh!
now, she was sleeping in distant grave; and
never again could he look upon her sweet face,
or kiss her hallowed lips as of old, or hold her
little hand in his, rest her dear head with its
: soft, brown curls upon his boyish breast again.
] And with this dead feeling at his heart, Huon
went forth into the world once more. His an-
bition was darkened forever, and the star of
/ hope shoneiu the gloom of the.graye. He neither
cared for the praises of men, or their envious
malignity. With women's hearts and women's
/ love he often toyel,-not for pride, but that he
might drown the deep, biting sorrow ever gnaw-
1 ing at his heart.
And this was Huon, whom the world called
careless, cold and proud! The world that knew
not of his blighted hopes, of his darkcned life,
of his buriedlove.