The home journal. (Winchester, Tenn.) 1858-188?, 1859-02-03
THE BROKEN-HEA

"HiS heart Is anotherS" sighed q
fair young girl as she bent listlessy
over the broad window sill on her cot
tage home, and gazed on the silent
lake that slumbered beneath her. The
gentle moon looked down upon her
sad face, as if in in pity for the sor-
rows OF the young and beautiful
"iIis heart is another's; he claims her
as his bride and am iorsaken. Oh,
who would have dreamed that few
brief months of absence would have
come to this" In her hand was an
open letter which told Of her lovers
treachery. AS it caught her eye asud-
den fire burned upon her cheek, and
her beautifully curIed lip trembled
with scorn, such us only woman feels
when her hearts best treasure has
been spurned by him she loved and
trusted. But revenge was foreign to
her gentle nature. BY degrees the
flush OF anger faded away, and gave
place to expressions OF despair so calm
and yet so unutterably mournlul, it
was plain the heart of the maiden
was broken, and the light of her young
life was darkened forever. From that
hour she dropped like a sweet lilly
bighted by an untimeIy frost.
She was the only child of a widow.
ed mother. and had been a SIM .beam
of joy TO her withercd heart: but now
she was paIing away, and drsolation
and rIoom broolcd over that LITTLE
household.
Months pIjdcJ bv. Winter, with its
rude blast. was ended; Spring, with
its flowers, had come and gone: Sum
mcr. with hi, Iong and weary DAYS,
had toiled l,ziIy aIoor, and the passing
wear was Gadinr into the sober tints
OF Autumn. In that little cottage. near
the quiet lake. the vounr GIRL was dv-
inc. Her features though sunken and
cmaciated. were sin ,ovcIv. and her
eye bcamcd with that uacarthIy beau.
ty so OTTER seen in the early blghted.
The sun was sinking in bank of goI.
den clouds. whose reflected LIGHT shed
a fresh glory over the declining day.-
lis mrlIownd beams were streaming
into the little easement, and resting
on the face of the dyinr. "Raisc me
dear MOTHER she whispered, "raise
me little; let me view the fair earth
once more. That will do, dearest
mother" She looked out upon the
crimson sun light.
"Bcautiul Oh, how beautiful"
Sweet girl thou shalt never again
behold its rising. Long ere the mora
ing dawnS, thy suffering will be over;
and another sun, far brighter, and oh
I,how transcendantly beautiful the
glorious sun of righteousncss--shaII
bathc thy happy spirit in his beams
Beneath her slept, in drcan,likc
beauty, the little lake; while far away
in the distance the little mountains
side was gorgeous with the hues of the
many tinted autumn. No sound dis
turbcd the Sabbath stiffness Of the
scene, save the faint murmur of a
waterfall that cmptied its tiny stream.
let into 'he lake, and the low music OF
the wind as it sighed through the old
wood; while ever and anon, rustling
leaf wheeled in slow and circlng ed.
dies to the ground. Ter eye rested
on weeping willow that lringed the
border Of the lake. Above all others
it had been her iavortc tree, for be.
meath its pendant branches Harry VIII.
mot had brcathcd his first vows of love
and there. too, they had spent their
last sad hour Of parting. "Oh, had he
been but truel"-and a single tear
drop trcmblcd in her eve. and stole
down her paid cheek. It was the last
tribute of earthly sorrow and regret.
"Whcn am gone, dear mother. bury