Kenosha tribune & telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1856-1859, 1858-10-28
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The Danger Of Ill-Regulated Passion.
The MnGaiac's Confession.

81 was the only rand idolized daugh
ter of wealthy parents. | possessed 6
naughty and inperious temper, which
was never subdued or restrained. NV
parents were not religious, and no care
was taken to impress upon my mind re-
ligious truths. Consequently grew up
unprincipled and extremely passionate
While every pains was taken with my
education and Accomplishments, my
heart was left to run wild, overgrown
and choked by the briers and thorns Of
seItishness and love of tyranny; yet !
was passionately attached to my friends
and as long as they did not cross my
imperious will got on nicely with them
Thus | grew to womanhood. Chance
threw me into the society of young
lawyer Of distinguished abilities, who
had begun what was predicted to be a
brilliant career. [ soon learned to love
him with all the depth of my passionate
and impulSive nature; and was wild with
Joy, when one day he came to me, and
IN eloquent language told me how long
and devotedly he had loved me, and
asked me to be his wife. ..+ g..
. We were married. If occasionally
felt twinge Of distrust of my own quail
ifications for a wife, | soon silenced ii
with the argument that my love was
strong enough to make up for all def
| ciencies.
sly husband was all that was good
and noble, and generous. I was often
passionate and unreasonable. But he
would take me to his bosom, kiss me so
tenderly, and say so gently, "You must
subdue this unhappy temper, Aggy. II
is making you miserable"
"Then when he was gone. | would
lily to my chamber, lock the door, and
give myself up to an uncomfortable fit
Of weeping for very shame.
owe had been married about year.
One evening (would to God I could blot
from the record Of time that fatal night
but it lives like a kissing fiery serpent in
my memory, and has doomed me to ut
ter despair in this world, and l fear in
the next !! my husband did not return at
the usual hour. l watched long at my
accustomed place, at the parlor window.
His slippers and dressing gown were
warming by the CRATE, and everything was
in readiness for him, but he did not come.
Twilight deepened into darkness, and ]
began to grow uneasy All my selfish
feelings were reused, and / felt myseli
Sorely grieved. An hour more, vet he
came not. Ipaced up and down the
floor in fit of impatience. A ring al
the door, waited to hear his step upon
the stairs; but it was lighter step than
his, accompanied by the rustling Of silk
Nellie B., IAN intimate friend, bounded
in. She was dressed for the opera. She
said that their carriage waited at the
door for myself and Ernest. l told her
Ernest had not yet returned from his
office, and could not go. She looked
disappointed A sudden thought seized
ne. Would it not be capital revenge
for his neglect Of me to find the parlor
deserted when he came :? went to the
opera. We were scarcely seated in our
box when a party entered the box OPP
posite. The blood rushed back to my
heart, and my pulse stood still as l rec
ognized Ernest, my Ernest, my husband,
and leaning npon his arm one. of the
most beautiful young creatures my eyes
ever beheld. This was my first impress
sion, for there quickly followed so dead
ly and jealous hatred as made her look
positively ugly. / quickly drew down
my veil that my husband might not dis
cover me, and from my concealment
watched them with glaring eyes.
heard nothing, saw nothing else; and
once, when rallied by my companions
[ replied that | was not well, and begged
to be left to myself