New-York daily tribune., 1859-02-08
THE BPOKEN-HEARTED.

A NEW LEAF FROM A WELL-KN0WN HIS
TORY.
We recently published a letter in which Harlow
Gaze the defaurg Collector Of Sapdusky, announced
the decesse of the unhappy woman who hal accom-
panied his fight, and impored the forgiveness of her
husband Under the title above, missionary corfes-
popdeut of The Boston WatehmaB and Reflector de-
crbes an interview with the guilty pair, which took
rlsce shortly before the death Of the mother and OF
the child whom che had made the companion Of her
wanderings.
What though the 'pic, brse1e'
Blow soft o'er Ceyion. Isle,
Thoush every pro'peet p!es*',
And only man is vile I"
Curiously enough, was Just repeating this stanZa
when nv new acquaintance called for me. hal met
him while on business visit to Ceylon, as country
man Of nine and pleased with the opportunity
thst afforded me more intimate personal knowedge.
l thought myself fortunate in falling in with so
agreeable a gentleman, and considered his face and
manners peculiarly refoed. On our second meeting
noticed a singular restlessness of the handsome dark
ewes and irritable bitterness of the lips, and dspo
ston 10 be constantly the move, shown in the tap
ping of light bamboo cane or tie motion OF foot or
hand. These things, however, did not strike me 80
Singular at the time, but, coupled with " hat after
ward learned certain evidence that the man telt
already tn cravings Of the worm that never dies.
One forenoon left the little seaport town whore
wss soourning and rode short distance into the in
terror of the gorgeous Island. Most glorious were tho
surroundings on every hand.
"That is my house," s.d my new friend, pointing
TO a owroofed cottage, surrourded by wide veran-
d. from whose clingng vines sweet odors were flung
upon the soft atmosphere but from tho moment the
words were uttered his sociability departed
Within tho cottage nclosure were walks, bowers
and fountains. Chaste statuary was dispersed over
the grounds with most charming effect. The house
seemed almost fairy structure, rising 10 the midst OF
flowers and foliage. And the man who sat beside me,
whose smile mounted higher than his Gps-the
dreamy looking discomfort in his eye growing every
momeLt more perceptible-was the owner Of thus
Eden.hke home.
We were met on the threshold by lovely child of
some eleven summers. Her bsir hung in curs. Her
eyes particularly lustrous yet mouroul in beauty, and
on the young brow seemed TO see q something-a
shadow Of sadIessan uncbildke quiet, az she greet
ed my lew friend. Dressed in pure white, she
gided in before u.s. and TO her was left the duty Of
entertaining me; while Mr.. Co. eIcusng himself in the
remark that sickness necessarily called him away for
half hour or go, left the room.
as your mother very unwe ?" asked Of the little
girl wko with those shaIow.flled eyes Of hers was
gsrding me gently, but sttentvely.
yes, cir, mamma has been ,ck long time, /" re-
Piled she, dropping her eyes while her lip tremble9.
Did you come from America y she asked tirnidly,
after long silence.
"Yes, my dear. Do you know anything Of that
country |" returned, growing more and more pleased
with ter expressive face.
"Oply tha. m ANNA came from there, and think
she added hesitatingy, that did. But Dir. {. will
never let me talk about IT,
"Are you them not the little daughter Of Mr.. G. 7"
aske3, sornewhst estonished.
81 am my mothers daughter" answered the child,
with grave dignity in one so young-and a minute
after ste and quietly left the room. sat watch
ing her white robes fitting through the long, shady
wax opposite my window. and knew that the child
brooded over some dark sorrow, for her eyes were
filed with tesrs. Why was il, questioned myself,
that painful thought took possession Of me as sat
there II seemed as if | were sojourping 10
chahted spot, and that come horror Was .uddeniy to
break upon NE. At my side, nearly covering beau
tiful table Of etter.wood, were several costly gift
books. took them up carefully, for have reyer-
for books-and turning to the fly leaf Of spen-
difly. bound copy OF Shakespeare, rssd-
TO Mary Frances +, from her devoted hus-
band, Henry E. p"
A thrill Of surprise and anguish ran from vein 70
vein. Ny thoughts seemed paralyzed. The truth
bad burs. upon ne with such suddenress that tho
blood rushed With shcck 20 my heart.
| knew Henry J.. p; had known him lntmatey
for years. He was friend toward whom sI my SYM
pethes hsd been drawn for he had seen such soFrsw
wife whom he loved, had deserted him. She bad
taken with her his only child. Sac lad desolated
hcusehot; ard forgetting honor, shame, everything
that pertains 70 virtue and 70 Col had lied from the
country with the man whose arts had won her wsnton
love. How could / remain under this roof tha. now
seemed accursed How meet the destroyer of virtue
the fend who had reycied in such conquest
could only think Of the evil they hsd done-not what
they might suffer through the tort1res Of remorse It
was sometime before the seducer into the room
where / stil eat with the child determined TO meet
him once more before left the house. o! how
euiltyi how hesrts'ricken his appearance Remorss
eat on bis forehead-iooked out from his sJes-spoks
when be was silent.
"Wil you come 20 dinner - he asked.
hesitated. Should partske Of kts hoepitsity7-
the hospitality OF enc Of those tends in luman shape
whose steps take hold on he'll knew his guit-why
delay TO declare it Why not at once, 10 burning