Cincinnati daily press. [volume] (Cincinnati [Ohio]) 1860-1862, 1860-05-15
The Fair yiend = The Manner. In which
women Treat Each Other. ..-,.,

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The Fair yiend : The. Manner. In which
O. f Women Treat Each Other. e.u-,
We believe this sketch is translated from
the prose-writing ofHeinrich Heine. An old
lady, telling her granddaughter how cruel
women often are to each other tells this story
rs an illustration s ,i-r .i. ..s 4s .f,I.
81 was young once, and had school-mate
girl sweet as hope, and innocent as q saint
shriyen; she was pretty, too; just such
creature as Q youth Of nineteen would fall in
love with, write verses about and dote upon,
till Il airssher face crossed his path. -u.-u
eyes, Lotchen was fair, and ifever the name
.ofsngel belonged &c. woman, was her birth
right; before her eighteenth year she hoated
upon the wing of her guardian spirit to claim
that .birthright in heaven, M IL !. tsa resf ]
ssButi Lotchen had q human heart, too, and
as far as her innocent ignorance allowed her
to know passion, she fell in love at sixteen,
If it was falling in love to pour, out her whole
being at mortaps feet, aud ask for nothing,
unless it were for strength to keep her modest
secret H' ''
ir "The youth she loved, passed her by unno-
.ticod, so many man passes by true, noble
heurt unread though the reading thereof might
qeake him ,ocdltiler than kings. No, Heinrich
had no love for botchen;no more love than
he had for the i1nage of the Virgin in the
schurch wherein he worshipped and where,
too often, he stood like an earth veil between
Gotchen and heaven j. -FN
iThe girl loved him as pious Catholic
loves a saint--as something holy and above
her it was enough for her to hear his voice
ut rare intervals, to snatch trembling glance
of hisface; and all the while, industrionsly TO
hide.herseif from his notice. Her innocent
love knew no future; it only lived in the
present; she never thought that that present
could alter, or that anything could take her
idol from her Faze. Y 1'l t
i'But Heinrich departed, and with him went
atTembling heart, and every guiltless prayer
that innocence can frame. Lotehen grieved
sadly, Quietly, but not in despair; be would
return, he had only gone to Heidelberg; he
would come back from the University, with
81 world of knowledge and SCIENCE and it
would shine out This beautiful face, giving
it O fresh glory,dl .f. .sN rr.0It .fh
'sTime went by--news came that Heinrich
was betrothed to the rectors daughter
Lotchen wept, but quiet tears---tears that she
thought no eyes but the angels eouid-see; yet
some one spied them out. HlhegAsome one
was young girl toe--school fellow hiding
Lotchens blushing face against her own
bosom, and winding her arms around her like
u sister, she drew outof the full heart hll il
had felt and suffered for two long years--all
the happiness it had known, too--a happiness
whose light was now quenched in tears. The
and lett her TO tell the rest In Heaven.
Zone week later there came q lettef from
Heinrich-7a most loving letter, disabusing
the young girls mind as to the false report
and pouring out all the soul of the writer in
love to herr Heinrich loved herln Then
earth was heavenl- Oh, why did not, the
young enthusiast carry her great happiness
straight to her mother and give her half
Something her. she could not tell
hnrs
''Her friend gently questioned her of her
happiness, for her beaming ilooks betrayed
that she had rich store in her possession.
Lotchen only answered, The rose-tree in my
garden, Which thought dead, is in blossom,
and shall yet wear a crown Of its fowersl'
The friend asked no more. p"
f'The timid girl trembled to answer Helm
rich's letter, but he had so entreated for a
reply, that she oyercarne her fears and wrote
to him--all her love- No not thousandth
part, but still something which let him read
the first page of her virgin heart Then her
lover wrote again and again--warm, glowing,
impassioned letters, yet kept within bounds
by the remembrance of the pure heart into
which he was pouring his soul He must be
absent yet year, but at the end Of that time
his studies would be completed; he would
leave Heidelburg, and fly to claim his loving
Lotchen. fNt' .'''i :
sgrhe year of happy waiting was gone
Heinrich came home to Mannheim, but hi
passed Lotchen by with cold greeting. A
fair young. bride hung upon his arm Lotohei
died. Died, when at length she knew .tha
all The impassiohed letters she had received
Oere forged BY her friend $ hand for he
friends sport and thai her trusting ans,oer
WhereiR her soul lOaS aoritten, had been shoUi
about Naaheia among L0tchen's acguaintan
Peace to thee, Lotchen, sleep well Slai
by a ,eomaa's and q sister shandi III l-.is
'.Ah, young heartsl youwll weep, many
of you will weep for. Lotchen's true story
never then sport with another woman
feelings Let her be sacred in your eyes
as your own mothers daughter 'f' . q
u want to tell you more, but tears are i
my old eyes, dimming them more than, age
and tears are yelling up in my heart for th
lost companion of my early days, now mould
ering in the grave--my sweet, gentle, lovin
Lotchen." .40ulGi 4ols 3 .f usF
When my grand mother ceased my cousi
Margaret's fair head was bowed down upo
her hands. : | knew that had she moved thel
| should have. seen the tear of sensibilit
trembling on her long lashes. .HWhat al
you thinking Of III SAID my grandmother.
was thinking, grqndmamma, that do wis
you would give me that bit of point lat
which saw ID your drawer yesterday t'i