Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1859-02-17
NO. z.

sctIceIy uoic tnau Stouy SH3 ioi onS n@S
never seen the flowers open on her native
prairies more than seventeen or eighteen
summers, came from his far.of home gal
lant youth to seek his fortunesi in the village
of W. His was one,0f those sensitive
natures that shrink from disappointment
chat love madly--whose love is s'pasion's
essence" Ia such nature the sight Of
one so beautiful must have come like the
frst vision Of Paradise to dying soul
They met, no matter how they met, he slowed,
be adored. Perchance when he told his love,
his tongue faltered, his eloquence refused 70
serve him, ,-and his words too feehly express
fsed-the lasa.tids of emotion which orer-s
whelmed the soui--wr know not how Il this Is
was, fer all is wrapped in mystery. Yet We
know that such is. frequently the. cases---
Those who love most like the faithful, Cor
della, have least to say. Perhaps our sup
position rs right and the hesitation of the
lover was mistaken for calousness and in
difference At any rate be was rejected and
the repulse fen on him Ike thunder.beh
X X X
One evening company of young men met
as usual for social conversation in the Ho-
tel -. Ne one was more entertaining than
he whose heart had been pierced by the
baibed.arrow Of despair: he e6nsersed, as
usual, wittly and pleasantly, He jested
with his friends as complacently as ever.
TIE merry crowd at last dispersed. When
all were gone but the disappointed lover,
two notes were quietly written, one to bis
parents, one to friend. he tken adjusted
his dress with scrupalous care and laid HIM
self upon the bed. Unjust have been fer
vent prayer which vent up to heaven in that
still and awful hour J. Mistaken, though
sincere, we must tsIieye-sharity coppels
US to.belieye--that for O. few moments his
thoughts were directed to the Father Of
Morcies, and that the name Of her, whose
heart to him vas ice and steel, Was blended
with that last, wild, passionate gust Of devo-
ton, forgiveness and despair! "
A friend in an adjacent room heasd the
bursting Of pistoLaap, bps-paid no atten-
/ ton to it, sapposing that he was sNoebing
and drying his pistols. Ina few moments
a loud report and one deep, quick, piercing
groan Of anguish called him to the room
he was too late-the rejected lover was ,po.
! more. The pistol had been placed to his
breast and through bis heart had sped the
shalt Of Death! How cool, how deep that
despair-that insanity if you choose-which
enabled him TO replace the bursted car. and
compose himself the second time fora eter-
nal sleep! .-... ...-~.... e..
The note to his friend, after directingthat
he shoulG be buried as found, closed thus
"I have lived for'-- and br her I will
die. Adieul" ..
Thus died one as brave as McClung and
as passionate as Rosseau. He now repcses
in the grave yard in this village-which is
-. down in a deep valley. He died in ten feet
ofwhere am whiting: Let the following
lines compose hisrequieh:
They buried him low in the grave yard, >
In the graveyard under the hih,
The youth of the sadand burning heart
| In the graveyard dark and chilli - b.
He loved with Hiidand torturing low,
A maiden Of graceful neip. .g
But she Of the queenly brow and eyes
afthe proud heart ofa queen.
When he spoke Of . love that dieth not,
She fsteneda as one who hears ~
The fle prattie or Fashion,
| Not soul expressed in tears. E
She knew not the priceless treasure,
The clasp Of golden truth,
Which enshrined her image Of beauty
Else She had loved the noble youth. r,.....
She heard his warm VOWS coldly ...' -. g..
She smiled at his passionate worth
As the iends look out from the depths Of he'll,
Atthe good and pure Of earth 2i
| When he read his fste within her eyes.
Her eyes all ice and stone, 3 -.,.s=
Tho bright as the diamonds yet as cold
The music Of life had flown.
I GAS have liyed m die for thes,' .r..o.
Saidthe noble-hearted youth,
| And his spirit flashed to the world Of love-
To the world Of love and truth.
! They buried him low in the graveyard,
| In the grave yard under the hill,
The youth Of the sad and burning heart
T In the graveyard dark and chill. ~