Spirit of the age. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1849-1865, 1857-09-02
y a6its' 9tpartmtnt.
Written for the Spirit of the Age.
First and Second Love.
BY LIMA LEE.

walked up and down his magnificent parlor
with a quick, hurried step, which revealed
= heart i'll at ease. As a servant entered,
be hastily enquired: How Is she p Better,
air, and wishes to see you,' was the reply.
He entered the darkened chamber of bis
invalid wife, whose bright-eyes shoue with
Increased brilliaucy as be approached the
bedside and imprinted a kiss on her pale
brow, and murmured low soft words Of
love In her ear, such as the weary heart
lives Oh
allie, my own sweet wife, you will live
10 love me-
Asmile passed over her lovely but DEATH
like features, and she said-'Edward, do
you love me Z
OF Allie, you know | do: better than
my own life
Then you will meet me in heaven.-
Promise me. / Inn dying
Allie, you win break ny heart; the
doctor says you may get we'll; the crisis
has passed; the fever has left you weak,
it is true, but you will soon be strong
Bgain.'
He deceives yoa. The grave win soon
hide from your eyes your own Allie. /
have loved you with an idolatrous love-
God takes me from my idol to himself. It
Is best for as both, my dear husband. But
you will not forget me. When the bright
spring days come, You viii remember how
/ loved their balmy beauties, and you will
think Of me; not as lost, but as gone be-
fore. And you will love our sweet little
babe more dearly for my sake. When you
gaze on her, think Of your Allie. Fare
well, Edward Inject me in heaven-and
Edward Ellerton gazed on the lifeless form
Of his once beauteous bride.
Friends gathered around the grave I'M
der the waving branches Of the green will
low in the village church yard, and they
buried beneath the cold, cold earth the
child wife Of Edward Ellerton. Many tears
were shed over her memory ; for though
she had resided in M-but two years,
she bad gained many friends by her love-
illness and piety.
Who can describe the wild agony Of the
husbands heart, when the light of his
eyes had gone out. To him the world
seemed as a desert without his Allie. All
was darkness, without the guiding star of
love. Friends tried in vain to comfort
him, but finding their efforts f~ruitless, they
gradually abandoned them and nc was-yes
he felt 1.-THE was alone. Nothing gave
his heart joy but little Allie, the living
miniature of her once fair and beautiful
mother For hours he would hold the lit
lie cherub in his arms, watching her baby
smiles; and then he remembered the words
Of his dying Wife:-'you will not forget
me- All how could he forget2
Each lonely eve found him o t~ireless
watcher by the dreamless resting place Of
his darling one, and rot until the pale starr
sparkled forth in the azure sky TO watch
over the silent grave, did he wend his
way back to his cheerless home. Spring
come again, fair and beautiful, with he
singing birds and opening flowers. 7,
Edward Ellerton they only brought a sal
remembrance Of happy spring time, wheI
fsiry-like form fitted sylph-like by hi
side, warbling her joyous song Of life an,
love but now she was s~mouldering int
silent dust Summer came, perfectin;
the promise Of spring, that the earth shoul
be bright as a gladstone dream autumn
toe with her wailing winds, and fadin
flowers, and then stern winter come at las
and wrapping them all 10 his Windings shes
Of snow placed them in the grave Of til
old year, sadly singing, in the wild melod
Of the music ofWinter winds, a mournfl
dirge over their dying beauties.
But amid all these changes the heart G
Edward Ellerton knew no change. I
him our fair globe appeared "a world
which was hushed the music Of the grove
the cadeDccs Of murmuring streams, ar
the dulcet sounds of love and friendships
Fo= what was music, If her voice was hus
cd in the silence Of the grave; or the 10,
soft, scng-murmuring streams, if her ca
ever attuned to receive harmonious sound
was forever closed to earthly music. Al
friendships! q what in the wide wol
could supply the place Of Allie Clinton.
tCora, darling, look your p~retticst
night. Let your glossy hair fall in ringl
over your high classic brow, There, ii
will do, said the merrylittle Minnie Nc
vile, To a tall dark-haired lady who ste
before a mirror, arranging her hair to
tend an evening party. you look roys
tonight. The peerless Zenobia could
have tossed her head more regally than ,
did just now, my queenly coz. How ms
will bow to your charms to night, TIL
You? Indeed | am half afraid | shall
my dominion over one poor little he
that | would not exchange for Golcont
precious gold. l shall be unnoticed by
gay thrOngs who win gather around to
their homage to Miss Stanley
Minnie, ~Hatterer, will you cease?
will Gil my poor heart with vanity.
one can eclipse you, with your ceIest
loveliness, which is only a bright reheci
of your goodness. Fear not for Henry
is las true as the star to its course
well, did you know that the handso
melancholy widower would be at the d
to night? Methinks even he, with
the GOODNESS which sorrow has cast oyer
heart, viii notbe impervious to yourchai
ma belle cousin. That would be a
quest for you know that he is the |
h~andsomest, richest gentleman in our g
Iy little city
you forget, that | am a stranger |
l do not even know to whom you all
Who is this paragon? 2
OH forgot. l was thinking every
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