Montgomery County sentinel. [volume] (Rockville, Md.) 1855-1974, 1861-04-12
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THE FADED ROSE.
A TALE OF MY EARLY YEARS.
BY MARY W. STANLEY GIBSON.

tc0NcLuDED.
CHAPTER II.
We garland the urn with roses.
Burn incense and gums on the shrine.
Play old tunes with the saddest Of closes
Dear tunes that were thine
But in vain, all in vain;
Thou art gone--we remain
SToDDARD.
We grow indignant when one man
stabs another to the heart; we waste very
I little time in talking, before we have the
criminal taken, tried and condemned. -
/ We do not leave him till, by his life OF
perpetual Imprisonment, he has atoncd
for the crime be has committed. We
quote the well known text, can eye fol
an eye, and tooth for tooth, but ah,
do we ever add, ga heart for heart. .
Our worst wounds are given, and we
show no outward sign blow is struck
which is worse than death, and who
knows it? In one sense we are MORALLY
woundcd-are dead For faith and
hope and trust have been taken from us
forever, by the hand that struck that ia
tai blow, and no one can make rcstitu-
ton to us for them. Yet tho assassin
lives on, to give the same deadly stab to
many another trusting heart, and the
world smiles upon him through all. 1t
were well, if, for such as these, moral
cord and gibbet could be prepared
Froun the first day on which Justus
Anterior met my cousin, | knew only
too well how it would be. Through all
The cool Indifference of Der manner,
could see that she was fascinated with
his beauty, and his bold, determined
character. On his part. nothing was
wanting to foster this faint liking into
such love as only two bold, bad spirits
could feel for each other. Utterly dis
regarding every impulse of honor, he
gave himself up to the influence Of this
wild passion, without thought for the
future, save that it must one day give
him what he most ardcntly desired
lie had been good son and tender
brother, lie would, it may be. have
made kind and faithful husband, had
Olive never crossed his path. But /
doubt it. The clement Of constancy to
nature so pure as was that Of Rose
was not in his nature Like seeks like
And can We imagine the prince Of dark
ness conteDted and happy by the side Of
one of the angels Of Heaven? II may
be very strong comparison, and yet !
am forced to confess that it came often
into my mind at this time.
For time | tried to conceal the fatal
truth from Rose. But before a week
had gone by, ] saw that she knew it only
too well. 1t was evident in her altered
step and tone, it showed itself in the
languid glance Of her eye, that spoke Of
frequent tears. / wondered sometimes
III Anterior noticed t. ] hardly think
he did. lie was so intent upon winning
tho heart Of the bright creature who
flashed mockingly hither and thitlier be-
fore him, that think be gave himself
very little trouble rs to whose check pal
cd aud whose eye dimmcd in watching
yainy for bis coming. And then, like
all others Of his sex, he had little skill
in reading woman's heart. lie fancied
the rash, ardent nature Of my cousin
concealed more fire, moro passion, more
life and JOY, than the calmer one Of
Rose. Perhaps il did But the love Of
one would wrap him like tho 6ery gar
ment Of old, which consumed its wearer,
while that Of the other would have en-
circled him with its pure and holy rays,
Frightening his path through life, aud
leading him, ut last, u Heaven. The