The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1856-12-17

der the slightest injury. Look for her
after while; and YOU will find friendship
over her untimely grave, and wondering
that one, wLo but lately gIowed with all
The radiance of health and beauty, should
50 easily be brought down to darkness
and the worm You will he told of some
winry chill some casual indisposiiou that
laid her low; but no one knows of the
mental maIady that previously snapped
her strength, and made her So easy prey
to he spoiIer.
| She is like some tree, the pride and
beauty of the grove: graceful in its form,
brigh; in its foliage, but with the worm
proving at its heart. We tind it sudden
ly whitening; when it shonla be most fresh
branches to the earth and shedding leaf
by leaf, until wasted and pcrished away,
| it falls even i'll the stiffness of the forest;
and as We muse over the beautiful ruin, We
strive in vain to recollect the blast or thun-
derbot that could have smitten it with
decay.
| l have seen many instances of woman
running to waste a I'd neglect, and disap.
pearing gradually from the earth, almost
as if they had been exalted to heaven:-
and have repeatedly fancied that | could
trace their death through the various de-
ciensions of consumption, cold, debility
iangour, melancholy, until l reached the
first symptom of disappointed love. But
an instance of the kind was lately told to
me; the circumstances are well known i'll
the country where they happened, and |
shall give them in the manner which they
were related.
! Every one must recOlect the tragical
story of Dung Emmet, the Irish patriot; it
was 100 touching TO be soon forgotten
During the troubles in Ireland, he was
tried, condemned and executed on charge
OF treason His fale made a deep impres-
sion on public sympathy. He was so
young, So Intelligent, SO brave, SO every
Ching we are APT to like IN II youug man
| III, conduct under trial, TOO, was 50 lofty
aud inrcp.d. The noble Indignation with
which he repclIed The charges Of treason
against his country, the eloquent vindica-
,on Of his name: and his pathetic appeal
40 posterLy III The houeieSs hour OF con-
utmnaiioii-a these entered deeply into
every generous bosom, and even his en-
clnies lanenled the stern policy that die
tuted his execution.
But there was oEe heart whose anguish
it would he impossible to describe. In
happier days and fairer fortunes, he had
won the affections, of a beautiful aud in-
teresting girl, The daughter of a late
Irish barrister. She loved him with the
early love. When every worldly maxim
arraycd itself against him; when basted
III fortune. ahd disgrace and danger dark
ened around his name, She loved him the
more ardently for his suiierings If then,
his fate could awaken the sympathy of his
foes, what must have been the agony of
her whose soul was occupied by his i'm
age! Let tnose tell who have the portals
OF the tomb suddenly closed between them
and the being they most loved Oh earth;
who have sat at his threshold as one shut
out in cold and lonely world from
whence all that was lovely and loving had
delerted. @
But the horrors of such grave! so
| frightful, So dishonored! there Was nothing
| for memory to dwell on that could soolhe
the pang OF separations; none of those
tender though melancholy circumstances
| that endear the parting scene, nothing to
melt SORROW into those blessed tears, sent
| like the dcws of heavenlo TO revive the heart
in the parting hour of anguish
To reud,r her widowed situation more
desoate, she had incurred her ia. hers dis
pleasure by the unfortunate attachment,
aud was III ,xite from the pate.nal roof.
But could the sympathy and kind Offices
of friends have reached IL spirit so shock
ed and driven in by horror, she would
have experienced no want of consolation,
for the Irish are a people of quick aud
generous sensibilities. The most delicate
attentions were paid her 10y familie, of
wealth and distinction. She was led into
society and tried all kinds Of occupation
and amusement to dissipate her grief, and
wean her from the tragical story of her
lover. But i'll was al! in vain. There are
some st okes of calamity that seattle and
scorch The soul; that penetrated TO the Vi
tai seat of happiness; aud blast it never
aga IL to put forth bud or blossom. She
never objected to frequent haunts OF
pleasure, but she was alone there. as in
the depth uf solitude. She walked about
ill sad reveries, apparently unconscious
Of the worid around her. She carried
within her au inward woe that Knocked al
The Establishments ofiriendship, and heed
ed not The vice of The uharmer charm ht
ever 50 wisely
The person who told me her story hat
seen her ut a masquerade. There cal
De no exhibition of far gone relchcd
ness more striking and painful than t,
meet It II such scene TO iud it wander
2 lug like a spectre lonely, and joyiess
where all around is gay--to see it dresse,
, out i'll trappings of mlrth, and looking 81
6 wan and woebegone, as if it had tried il
vain to cheat The poor heart into a mo