The Perrysburg journal. [volume] (Perrysburg, Ohio) 1853-1861, 1856-09-25
From the Waverley Magazine.
LIE u AY Lam d;
The Poor Lover.

1t was OIL bright evening in June; the
moon had already risen, and was pouring
forth its bright ttfu|geLcy Of hight, as stroll
ed cut to take a calm survey OF natures own
handiwork. Everything around Oetoh' ned
Joy and pleasure. The stores were lliumna-
ted with gas, and the windows filled with
choice articles, while the streets were crowd
ed with the gay and busy thruug who were
Fastening 10 scenes Of gaycty, or else Of mise
ry untold, and which my zen would fail 10
describe. How many thoughts occur to the
mind, as we gaze over the vast assemblagD
of persons that are generally seen on Broad
way. There are the rich and the poor, the
pious and the viest and most prUflne persons
In existence. No wonder, then, that 1 turn
ed into a by-street to find a more secluded
walk.
had not proceeded far. when, un. onscious
of where my feet were taking me, turled in
to Fifth Avenue. l was soon broken from
my reverie by a piercing shrek and voice
So full of entreaty and suppiication that even
the most hard hearted in the world would
have been softened by it. soon retraced
my steps to find out, il possible, who it was
in SO much distress and trouble. had not
gone far before saw the object of my search.
She was standing by the window Of house
No. =, Fifth Avenue, weeping bitterly, and
ever and anon a stiied groan would escape
from her tightly compressed lips.
But let US refer back to the former part OF
her history. AT the early age of ten she lost
her best friend in the persoa of her mother
she was pious woman, and died in the full
assurance of soon seeing her Saviour. Many
times had she breathed heartfelt prayer fol
her darling Nellie, her only child. Her las
words were addressed to her husband, and
was as follows:
"George, take care of Nellie bring her uE
in the way that she should go, and oh fit hel
TO meet me in heaven. Exercise over her
faithful, motherly care, and God grant that
may at least meet my darling in al happiel
world
Here the dying woman sank back into he
husbands arms exhausted, and was sooI
sleeping the sleep that knows no waking. Sh,
was great fayorite among all, and her los
was sincerely mourned.
Let us now skip over the elapse of six lon.
years and again present Mr.. Maryland AM
Nellie to the view. 1t is the night on whicl
our story commences. Mr.. Maryland wa
seated in his arm chair near the fire. He is
we bnoulu Iuuge Oy tne nervous movement
his hands, the extreme paleness of his face
and the quick, excited glances which he cast
on his daughter and then on a beautiful por
trait over the mantle, quite excited, Yes 81
years ago that night the original of that por
trait was giving him her dying words. Ha
lie fulfilled the promise he so solemnly mad
to her that well-remembered night? Had h
done all that could be done for that daugh
ter's future welfare? He thought so; ; he ha
bestowed on her liberal education, and tha
he thought was sufficient.
The firm to which Mr.. Maryland was attacl
ed had lately failed, and he was now with OF
ly five hundred dollars that he could call h
own. 1t was great trial for that proud ma
10 be thus reduced. But let us see what N,
lie is about; she has left the window, and
now reclining on the sofa. Her dress is thi
af a watered silk, made low in the neck, whic
betrays the full symmetry of her form an
the constant heaving of her bosom plainl
slows that sue is laboring under some ne
yous excitement.