The Tipton advertiser. [volume] (Tipton, Cedar Co., Iowa) 1856-1962, 1860-02-09
THE BROKEN HEARTED.

"Dcad. Ada Howard dead - was my
mental CIRCULATION, as the note contain
Ing an invitation to the funeral of one OF
nv earliest aud dearest friends fell from
! my hand. and | sat musing upon the
suddcnncsS Of the blow that unexpected
ly deprived our little hemisphere Of its
: brightest star There are some croatur
cs 50 joyous and light hearted, so formed
20 bcautify and adnrn society, so made
to love and b. beloved, that the
very idea Of death in connection with
them. seems a cruel nockcry. And
when they are gone. and the green sod
has hut them cut from our eyes, We can
scarcely bring our minds to believe that
the curtain Of eternity has closed over
them forcvcr,and only memory left to fill
their vacant places. Such an one hal
been Ada Howard 4 being with heart
wild and in npaS>ioncd as her intellect wa,
exalted. A creature 50 high and lofty
in sentiment, so rich and dream like in
her beauty. that man mi pht well have
bent his proud spirit adorin@|y at her
feet and been forgiven for his llo'a:ry -
Yet, it was said, that with person ca
dowcd with more than earthly beauty
with mind studded with jewels of q ;
own setting, she could lavish the warm
generous fncIii = Of an impulsiyc nature
on one W hose Sorl was too cold and hintv
to give back single answering echo to
the low plcadings of her troubled heart.
1t was said that this gifted child of ge-
Mus, this being 50 assimilatcd to her
Creator, whose aspirations, Ike the per
fume from the bosom of the flowers. went
upward and was host Ia the wilderness of
bright things that flashed and Sparkicd
in their azure mount,n"s, had forgotten
her sacred mission and bowed the high
and holy purpose of her soul upon an
earthly a!tef,anl that he who had taught
her to search ou: the hidden treasures of
her soul WIS Il vain, frivolous triflcr, an
idle boastcr who sought the pure coniid-
ing love Of woman for conlu">t's sake.
one well skilled in the mysteries of the
human heart, who could look calmly on
and see wild passionate spiri, coming
its warm llfe-drops for his sokc only to
make that spirits agony pastime for
his leisure moments. Oh, woman? wo
man when will yc learn the folly, the
utter hopeessncss of the venture when
you risk your all Of happiness in the traiI
bark Of Loee. Alas. for the weakness
and dependence of her sex. something
she must live for, something she must
worship in the hours of her lone|iness;s ;she
never knows the true end and aim Of her
pilgrimage on Garth-ncver learns her ca
pabill'y for happiness or endurance, til
the fountain OF her heart has been arous-
ed by the master hand Of love, aud the
bright gems hidden in the depths melted
in passion S challcc aud poured out upon
the b, DAD shrine of affection. The clou Dis
of Jealousy and distrust may gather a.
-e.'"a h.r she nan ha aanaiu"l ha,ray-
cd, abandoned, yet amid the ruin of bro
ken VOWS, crushed hopes, love still burns
on and on, to light up the secret treas
ure-house of her bosom, where, while life
remains, will linger some memory OF the
few brief moments of rapture, when her
t'mid. trusting spirit, in the full certain
tty of beiug beloved, lost its own identity
10 the existence of another. But will
'nat memory be sufficient recompense for
years of faithful endurance, if he, the
CHOSEN one, prove coll aud false If he
REJECT the sacrifice and fling It back up
on the charity ola selfish world. homeless
and alone Pride will teach her 70
gather up the bleeding remnants Of =
crushed spirit aud hide them beneath
the mantle Of deception, but will it Gll
the dark chambers of her heart left va
cant and lonely by the absence of that
love, the conqucring of which has blight
ed every bud in the garden of hope, and
left It weary, starIess desert2 Vain
supposition! Till man learns to apprc
ciats the warm, generous devotion of her
sex, woman will ever turn deaf ear to
reason, and trust to be deceived.
Thus it was with Ada Howard; she
knew that her chosen one had many
faults, yet she loved him as only q true
woman can love, and when others warn
Cd her Of his treachcry and duplicity, till
her head ached with its load Of misery and
the scalding tears burned their way into
her brain, still tho memory of some word
OF tenderness, some look Of fondness,
would plead for his per,erted nature ,and d
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