Juliet signal. [volume] (Juliet [i.e. Joliet], Ill.) 1844-1???, 1862-08-19
The Brok.d-Hear,ed

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George d. Prentice is perhaps. he's,
known rs q wit, punster, and political wri-
ter. But from bis facile pen flow also the
sentimental aud the beautiful. Some wears
have passed since we laid aside his des.
scription CT the broken hearted" but i,
has lost neither its freshness nor it's bean.
sty.
ABOUT two years ago ltook up nv res
idence for q lew weeks in the country viii
lage IN the eastern part Of New England
Soon alter my arrival became acquainted
with young lady. apparently about sew
enteen years ofage She had lost the idol
OF her hearts purest love. and the shadows
OF deep and holy memories were resting
IKE the wing of death upon her brow.
hrst met her in the presence of the
mirthini. She was, indeed, creature 10
be admired her brow was garlanded by
the young years sweetest flower, and her
sunny tresses were hanging beautifully
and low upon her bosom, and she moved
through the crowd with such floating, un-
earthly grace, that the bewildered eager
looked almost to see her fade away into
the air, like the creation of pleasant
dream. She seemed cheerful and even
gay, vet saw that her gayety was but the
mookery of her feelings She smiled, but
there was something in her smile which
told me that its mournful beauty was but
the bright reflection of q tear, and her
eyelics at times passed heavily down. as if
struggling TO repress the tide of apony that
was bursting up from the hearts secret
urn. She looked as if she could have left
the scene of festivity, and gone out beneath
the quiet stars, and laid her forehead down
upon the fresh green earth, and poured
out her stricken soul gush after eush. till
1t mingled with the eternal fountain of
purity and life.
l have lately heard tfat the young LADY
OF whom L have spoken is dead. The close
OF her life was calm as the falling of
quiet stream, gentle as the sinking of the
breeze that fingers for time around a bed
OF withered roses, and then dies for very
sweetness,
1t can not be that earth is mans only
abiding-rlace. 1t can not be that our life
is bubble cast up by the ocean eternity.
q hoat moment upon its surface, and
then sink into nothingness and darkness
forever. Else why is it that the high as
piratlons which leap like angels from tho
temple OF our hearts are for ever wander>
ing abroad unsatisfed? Why is it that
the rainbow and the cloud came over US
with beauty that is not of earth. and then
pass off and leave Us to muse on their fad
ed loveliness? Why is it that the stars
holding their festival around the midnight
throne are set above the grasp Of our limi-
ted faculties, and forever mocking us With
their unapp-oachable glory? And, finally,
why is it that bright forms of human beau
ty are presented to the view and then taken
from us, leaving the thousand streams of
affections to flow back in an Alphiue tor
rent upon our hearts?
We are born for a higher destiny than
that OF earth. There is realm where the
rainbow never fades, where the stars will
be spread out before us like the islands that
slumber, and where the beautiful beings
that here pass before us like visions will
stay IN our presence forever"