Amador weekly ledger., 1858-05-01

joined me for promenade on the deck and
as she conhdlngly pnt her arm within mine.
can not forget the renewed sense of manhood
experienced at that moment, nor the ex-
qnlsite delight arising from consciousness
that creature of such grace and tenderness
relied on me, and me only, for protection
Believe me, too, woman can realize but
once, l mean only in one individual who en-
crosses her whole heart, that sweet sense of
dependence, that delight in appealing to the
manllness of being to whom alone she is
not ashamed to confess her weakness.
" You smile, but we bachelors know more
of your woman hearts than you do yourselves
For instance, you admire strength, because
you are physically inferior You admire in
telect, because, however intellectual you may
be, you delight still more in the affections.-
Beauty is nothing to you, but sef-sustaining
manllness is every thing. You admire noble
ness and generosity of sentiment. because
they are not your own characteristics
courage because you are cowards-"
"Oh Mr. Hunter, Mr. Hunter, l do pro-
test"
"Yet hear me through Love with wo-
man must be commingled reverence. She
cannot love deeply, fervently; she cannot feel
that the whole of her own exhaustlesS and
beautiful sympathies are yelling up to the
light, like pure fountain gushing up to the
sunshine, only as love has become an idoatry,
a holiness q religion; and wo unto her when
such is its nature Earth has set its seal
against it; the very stars look down sadly
upon it, every where an alter arises to the
living God, on which the incense that may
not, cannot find a worthy censor here, is
transferred to that of the Eternal Thus it
is that women are more religious than men
and thus it is that one of the most gifted of
their number has said,
Oh hope not, ask thou not too much
OF sympathy below
Few are the hearts, whence one same touch
Bids the sweet waters flow
Few. and by still conflicting powers
Forbidden here to meet
Such ties would make this world of ours
Too fair for aught so sweet
But to the story We had been out
three or four days, with favorable winds, and
the sea and sky had revealed to US each day
their varions aspect of beauty. A change
had been threatening through the day, and
as the night approached the dense settling of
the vapors seemed to hem us in, and that
strange utterance of the elements, where they
call Fl ON point to point, holding as they do
undivided empire over the world of waters,
was sublime, not to say appalling. Mrs. La
cey was timid woman, and thought the
thread Of life seemed every moment ready to
sunder, she still clung to it with a wild te-
nacity. Ellen thought not of herself, and |
believe she would have shrunk from witness
ing the fearful uproar about us, as the vessel
plunged onward, bravey onward, yet help
less in her strength | was leaning against
the companion-way, alive to an almost pain
fnl sense of sublimity, when the light form
of Anne rushed into my armes, and clasp
ing hers about me she buried her face in my
bosom.
"Ohl Charles, dear brother Charles don't
send me back--let INC stay with you and |
shall fear nothing"
Z" | gathered the sweet child to my bosom,
and by strange instinct approached the taf
ferel of the ship. became aware Of sud
den and terrible tumult-of backuess even
more dense than the thick clouds about us
Anne clung convulsively to my neck, and
instinctivey put out my hands for support
for there was fearful crash, wild reeling
beneath me, aud felt myself lifted from my
feet and borne onward in the thick darkness
was clinging TO the chains Of a larger ship
that had crossed our track in that fearful
storm, and had passed over her gallant souls
leaving all to perish, save us two SO wondrous
ly preserved"
When Affections come singly upon our
selves we are overpowered with sense o
desolation we tread the wine press alone
aud the burthen is often too much for humar
endurance but when the calamity is genera
the individual is merged in the many, aud the
sel6shness of grief is forgotten. | scarcely
wept for the gentle and beautiful Ellen
was conscious of dull aching weight of be
reavement but then felt as an atom
uuiyering, vital one indeed, but yet only a,
an atom in the great mass Of human suffering
The ocean, too, pure and deep, seemed Fl
resting place for the good and lonelyn
When Anne awoke to consciousness sh,
called irantically for her mother aud sister
Slowly aud gently | revealed the sad reality
She stood with her little hands clasped, he
wet hair streaming over her shoulders, anC
those deep earnest eyes gazing into mine will
an intensity that panied me to the very heart
w nen all nau oecome clear 10 her, sn
dropped her hands slowly and the tears gath
cred into her eyes then, as by new i'm
, pulse, she drew herself to my bosom. an,
nestled there, like a dove, weary aud desc
late"
/ "Tender and beautiful sufferer she gath
cred her duty only from her eyes, and assent
ed to the slightest intimaton Of my will.
was her only friend on the earth, and he