The Nevada journal., 1857-05-01
The Seraph and the Mortal.
FROM THE FRENCH.

The theatre - in Paris was crowd
ed with brilliant assemblage to witness
the representations of young girl cele-
brated for her beauty, virtue, artless in
nocence, and extraordinary talents
The critics of that famed metropolis had
never witnessed loveliness and genius so
universally acknowledged and admired.
The highest ranks Wed with each other
IN praising her charms, her wonderful
skill IN music-the voice which nature
had bestowed upon her as precious
gift corresponding with the rare grace
OF her person and the brilliancy of hey
mind 1t was whispered abroad that
had received offers of marriage from the
loftiest in wealth and rank-that the
choicest spirits of the age courted her
society, and were spell-bound by her
fasclnations. Royalty itself had sane
toned the general opinion. Never bad
Paris seen an individual whose apnear-
ance was greeted with more rapturous
acclamations. eNf
The opera proceeded, until the scn,.
appeared which was to introduce tbs
heroine. Long before she entered.
bursts OF applause broke forth in various
parts OF the eager and dense throng-.
there was q moments silence; and a
creature, perfectly and exquisitiyely
lovely, suddenly shone before them.
bending with the grace of summer bud
amidst the tremendous peal of the gath
cred thousands which burst forth and
died away, and burst forth again and A.
gain till the dome trembled and the
foundation seemed rent asunder. Amid
this tumult of enthusiasm, stood with
folded arms gazing at the vision, which
to me seemed to have hoated to the
skies. A break of music from the or
chestra announced a favorite air, and
she came forward to the stage lights to
sing. Net in the depths of the green
forest in the hush of noon-not IN the
desert in its wild desolation-not in the
dark tomb itself, could reign silence
more perfect than hung over the vast
multitude. 1t seemed as if the light and
beautiful being, whose lofty plumes of
snow bent down above radiant face,
was an enchantress, and by some pc
tent spell had struck each one into a
statue, with the coloring and attitude
and expression of life.
Aud then when the last notes, which
seemed warbled from the throat of 4
nightingale, had passed away, the ST.
lence for moment continued. as IL no
one dared disturb the air on which yet
rung the most delicious notes ever heard
by mortals. l thought to myself, if fate
would give such creature to me! -
The idea haunted me- loved her--I
was wretched
Three years after met her in Lon-
don. Dismal! | could not believe my
own eyes There was the same face
but all the glory was gone 1t was dim
med and obscured. The seraph had
sunk into the mortal. 1t was the sun
shorn of his beams. 1t was the angel
fallen, whose brightness was not the
same. l had just married an artless
girl, whose modesty shrank from every
eye but mine, who could neither dance,
nor sing, nor lay ON any instrument
1t happened that we embarked together
on voyage of some length. I had
every opportunity of judging of the
character of my fair enchantress. 1t
was dreadful. I shuddered at the es-
cape | had made. How many man
is rendered miserable by falling in love
with beauty and accomplishments, in
stead of mind or soul '.' 49,