Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1858-04-29

But they could smile, if not with joy, with pride,
And seek their demon son high born BRIDE.
49, And in Montalbert's princely halls p '-' '''.
-" The prize they sought was found, 80 80
THAT name to Elias bosom calls '''''.
90 Wonder and dread profound J 49,
They willed it 80, and soon we met
80 And how I know not we'll ~ ''..'-' ..''
I only know loved not yet - Z -, ''
The noble Isabel. - -
: She was affair and stately girl rs=.r..'. s,-,
80 With dark and flashing eye e;aip 49,
With ruby lip and glossy curl, 80 -. ..e4 -
4 And bearing proud and high. a>>I - "a
1t needed not loves ardent tone, e.,g.i ..l-g
' orpassion's silent spell is..re. !sssv' r-+'
To WOO thy heart, twas like my own - -.
,H Agraye-spot, Isabel. rs..I &,saa. e.. :
Strange when I olasped herioy hand, 4'.. "a
80" And pressed her snowy check :. 80 -.
e, And saw her at the altar. stand - ,. .,,..s
e.. Pale, shuddering, and weak, - - - - d"
- That my own heart should whisper not, -
Hers too remembers we'll. .,.- ~ o..
q. A blighting grief-a canker; spot - T. -
r. Consumes fair Isabel. ~ 70. ''--'
Our bark Of life few lightly on - = . -
60 But midst its bitter freight, ,,
Time had too quickly, surely thrown q ~
.J Distrust-repugnance--hats. ~ .-r-'r---
The first was mine, but hers the last -. - p
- . Or beauty's magic spell t.,y.s,..ss a.. 8.
She might have Ger my spirit cast, ,---ra~'.. q
- That queenly Isabel 4! - ''' -
.. A passing glance careless tone ''"':
To deep thought often lead; -. 80,
.. A word may secrets make our, own, ,a,s, ~,
% A life time might not read. - > 6,:'-'"--'
One fatal moment gave the clue, - = g, go
Suspicion followed well, .... :. =
And soon read thy story through, 20
Ny lofty Isabel! =. -'' ''-'Ts
An orphan boy-a namsless thing - p. 81
go Her fathers bounty fed, - : - -. ,.''
Back to her cheek the blush could bring, ~,
q For me forever fed - .tasS - - =!
Hergarden bower was rich and fair- - 8
Nor strange she lovsdit well - -, -. -, :, :
=. The. queen of beauty looked she there c-ce
a., -Thatpeerless Isabelfs "' - - .'9r. "i:S
...-.l 7~7 q sgs,-!> ss' . - sTns '"i ~
. soughtfhe proof, methought 1t came go
There bending at the feet - r-;.' $ 5 .'''' -
OF this calm, cold and naughty dame 49,. .
"a fair. youth did I greet s;Is. -s.y =
shemet my look, and in her eye, ''.-'- -
20 Astrange light seemed 70 dwell, -. %. ~
For plying angels lowered nigh o,
To claim my Isabel.
.gs,4s $40 a.4,s sSss .cssA$E&T si8r
A STRIPPING boy, and yet he bore !,--s-r7, =
An almost regal air = isi,t..l2 ,.rs-. 70 -!
Strange feelings swept my bosom DER, e.
80 As he stood proudly there; - 81, .,. g, 30
And had he spoke no taunting word 10:
-. Or looked contempt so well, 2, :, 'r....-
This stern defence might have heard -,
y For stainless Isabel. -., -. .a.~..r .e:
: For, Ella, in his faultless face 80 : r..
So, 1 fancisd looks of thine-r>a--.,- sztss-. =
~ Thy ev'ry feature seemed'to trace -
Thy glossy ringlets twine. =. ,..
And puzzling memories DER me cast ., -.
,:r.-! Their strange bewild'ring spells, iS 4
The present blended with the past, -
Thy form with Isabel's. ..,...s 3, o.,
A moment all the demon slept, ....,f.t -.
Fierce passion ragged no more, = r. d. -
.. And with the boy could have wept - . '<
Our mutual suferings Ger;
Not thus he stood, his slenderframe >..-
With fury seemed to swell, 80 --'.
And my lost one he dared to name
"Hs murdered Isabel" ..
And scarce the daring words had passed
His lips, ere vengeance came, ,-.a -..a
A sudden bIow--the frst-the last ,'-'' ..... .
Crushed down the boysh FRAME, .-......
And still he triumphed in his doom, So. To-,
-., And shouted as he fell -s - ~
"Thou'rt mine in death come! come!
My sainted Isabel!' -..... -.-... ..
Then came remorse, undying, deep,
As he lay wetering there,
And thou didst higher seem to heap "a
The mountain of despair.
.. I fed the spot, but on her brow p q 20. '-
pressed alast farewell; -
Would could make atonement now,,.. 49,,
Poor martyred Isabel! -s r.-'s - d"
Now Elias pallid brow grewdark, a.s."-..-.'
Her form seemed turned to stone,
His ending words she did not mark
She could not breathe her own.
Till reason came with bitter power
To break the fearful spell,
She was avenged in that dread hour,
And thou too, Isabel.
''He was my own-thy nameless son."
She shrieked within his ear,
"Thy crowning deed of guilt is done
Dark murd'rer dost thou hear 7"
A look of horror crossed his face,
And then lifes curtain fell.
This thing of passion, pride, disgrace,
Was laid by Isabel.
But tho in satins richest fold
They wrapt the titled form,
And bade tomb of beauty hold
This banquet for the worm;
1t nothing mattered, on his name
Contempt and hatred fell.