Montgomery County sentinel. [volume] (Rockville, Md.) 1855-1974, 1859-02-04

Then burying his face in his hands, he
exclaimed, TOO late-too late-I have
repeated" There was long pause, and
he continued more calmly, mo human
means can now restore my poor compan-
ion. Her moral sensibilities become
more and more acute as she fails in
strength so that she rcproachos herself
constantly"
A weary, mournful sigh broke from
his lips, as if his heart would break.
Oh, if he knew" he exclaimed, ''it
he knew how bitter penalty she is pay
ing for the outrage she has committed
upon him--ho would pity her and if it
could be forgive"
" VIII you see her, sir"
| shrank from the very thought.
she las asked for you, sir; do not
deny her request Hearing that you
came from America, She ontreatcd me TO
bring you to her. | promised that
would
81 will go, then"
Up the cool, wide matted stairs, he
/ led me, into chamber oriental in its
beautiful furnishing, its chaste magnif-
cence.
There, half reclining in wide, easy
cAair-a costly shawl Of lace thrown over
/ her attcnuatcd shoulders the rich dres-
sing-gown, clinging and followed to the
rayagos sickness had made--sat one
whose great beauty, and once gentle gifts,
had made the light and loneliness Of a
sacred home
BIT nor ! O, pity PITY
The eyes only retained their lusturo
they were wofully sunlScn. The blazing
fire, kindlod at the yitals, burned upon
her sharpenod checks, burned more fierce
ly, more hotly, as she looked upon my
face. could think no more of anger
I could only say to myself, ooh! how
sorry am for your
She knew, probably, by her husbands
manner, that | was aware Of their cir
cumstancos.
Her first question was
60 Are you going back to America,
sir?"
Tie hollow voice startled me. | seemed
to see an open sepulchre.
/ told her that it was not my intention
to return atpresent.
"'Oh then who viii take my little
child back to her fathcr?' she cried, tho
tears falling II am dying, and she
must 90 back to him IL is the only
reparation that | can make-and littlC
enough, Oh, little enough, for the bitter
wrong | have done them"
q hoped, sir, you might see him,
she added a moment after, checking hcl
sobs; Il hoped you might tell him tha
his image is before me, from morning
till night, as ! knew he must have looked
when the first shock came Oh, sir
tell him my story-waFn, oh, warn ev
erybody. Tell him | have suffered
through the long, long hours, these many
s weary years; oh, God only knows how
E deeply"
5 d" Mary, you must control your feel
ings," said my host gently.
{ g Let me talk while | may" was til,
F answer. LET me say that since the day
, ] left my home | have not seen a singh,
hour of happiness. 1t was always t.
come always just ahead and here il
) what hos comc-thc grave is opening
/ and | must 90 to Judgment. o, ho7
bitterly have paid for my sin. ForgiyI
me, o my Cod forgiyo'
1t was a solemn hour, that which
spent by that dying penitent Prayer
she listened to-she did not seem to JOIN
or if she did, she gave no outwar'
sign Bemorse had worn away all be
! beauty, oven more than illness Shr
looked to the future with a despairinj
kind Of hope, and but feeble fifth
Reader, The misguided woman Of Cey
Ion lies beneath the stately branches 0
the palm-trcc. Her sweet child neye
net aor father in her native land. Sh
. sleeps under the troubled waters Of tn
great wide sea Where tie botrayc
! wanjcrs I cannot tell but wherever II Is
there is no peace for HIM How oftc
rings that hollow voice in my ear-"TcI
him my story! Warn, o warn every
p body"
DANIEL WEBsTR's CoUNTsmp. Mr.
Webster was becoming intimate wit
: Miss Grace Webster, when skein O
silk, which he was holding for her T.
wind, got into a knot. Mr.. Webster as
, sisted in unrayolling the snarl thel
looking up to Miss Grace, he said. wv
have united a knot don't you thinl, w
could tic one?" Grace was little en-
barrasseJ, said not n word, but in tn,
course Of Il few minutes she tied a kno
in a piece Of tape and handed it to Mr.
W. This piece Of tape, the thread 0
his domestic joys, was found after TIN
death Of Mr.. Webster, preserved as on,
Of his most precious relies.
A CHEmcAL VIEW or DEATH M
Blot, French author, is speaking Of {
school Of philosophers whose views 0
immortality are scientific, but peculiar
" You DO not die; you only change
your state Of aggregation. 1t is tru'
your nitrogen, your hydrogen, and you
carbonate separate; they are distributed
through the atmosphere, penetrate plant
and animals, or are absorbed BY the earth
but as no atom pcrishes, you continue t
exist; the only difference is, that yot
find yourself reduced to moro simple
expression"
ES" The best dowry to advance Che
marriage Of n young lady, is when she
has in her countcnanco mildnoss; in her
speech wisdom; in her behaviour mo-