Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1864-01-30
LADY ISABEL OF EAST LYNNE.

LADY ISABEL OF EAST LYNNE.
''---Bas how shall woman tell
OF wemsns ali anne and not with tesrs' She felt
, Form went onlS Rofscok her home, her hessta,
All are adscsaensal sweet house hold mirth 81
ThskroS q, kaskx lynne are melodio q VIII
wedding Sse FOR Lady Isaoel, the purs-6 eark
ed dsaghterof Easf1Goant Severn, has rstarnsG
to her ancestraf%home- the grief cYushsd
penniless orphan, who, one year before, had.lby
relentless fortune, been dragged from it's conse.
Grated shelter, but As the young wife OF its no.
bic owner-Archibald Carlyle.
1She hsdg suffered grief, but the Night was
past; the future as the roseate dawn of Love
and Hope. Af.sconid she hxs sread the hofo- !
scope of that future; could she have known
that the golden clouds which invited dreams of
joy, curtained long years of, anguish and of
shame, the marriage bells, which told to har
heart the anthem OF sacred sloYe,swould have
rung instead, the sombre kneil Of despair!
The Honeymoon is scarcely passed and yet
he Serpeathaa entered the Garden-has cast
upon the happiness OF, the young bride that
bane Of conjueal peace and veal doubt! i-ad
That doubt bears the name of Barbara Hare,
he pretty daughter Of the Country Squire; and
is clothed in the suspicion that pride, not love,
had prompted the simple Attorney to become
the husband Of the Eari's daughter "A silly
doubt p Thought the devoted husband; ga
womanly trifer' Fatal misunderstanding
The world IS but the aggregation Of atoms
"Alas how light d cause may move IA -
sRssension between hearts thatlove b. al
sonnet ing light Is air-a look,
sAWord unkind or wrongl y taken 10
Oh love that TEN pests never shook,
r,s-fA breath, q touch like this hath shaken!n q.
The doubt is at last resolved. Lady lisa bel
believes herself to be wronged By her hus band,
and stung by jeaiousy-egoaded to madness by
the subtle arts Of Sir Francis Lerison, hugs to
her heart the gli.tering phantom OF revenge.
and is lured inio the ''Iowsst deep Of the black
abyss of shame and woe! o -
I'm moment would plunge our years
In fatal penite nee; and in the blight
OF our own soul, turn our blood to tears,
And color life to come with hues of night"
Years have passed, and on their back ward
flow have borne into the unfathomed gulf of
TINE, all recollection Of the i'll starred Isabel,
and her fearful fall. GAIL recollection" did we
say2 Alas not all
Remorse is sleepless. And one heart there
Is, to which the longed for bliss of repose-fo1.
getfulness, may never come again, until eter.
nifty shall curtain with its impenetrable gloom,
the last earthly thought OF her grief worn
heart. 20 .t'a
"Lady Isabel is dead-killed by an accident,
and her son is rapidly following her to the
grave"' .-t &c.,. Err.z . ...4 ...
The words are spoken amid the glee, the
gaiety, and the frivolities of a fashionable wa
tering place. Mark its effect upon yon sad
woman, upon whose SCARED visage, and mu-
tilated form, Sorrow has deeply impressed the
signet Of its sway. or-a -r
The mothers ear has caught tn sound, and
the mothers love turns yearningiy to the bed
side of her dying boy. True danger, humilia-
ton, and death lurked along her pathway
thither. But a mothers heart regards not
those. 1t has but one instinct, one all-absorb.
ing emotion,-Love! and at its bidding she
would welcome death itself. -
OuCc AoAc tisc hopAcso iodUcl DeQe9LQ
the consecrated shelter Of East Lynne, weary
outcast frsm home, and hope, disguised to ALL
save memory and its conscience! Once more
she Is within the presence OF him she has SO
deeply loved-so madiy wronged. Oh! but for
one pressure Of the hand whose unconscious
grasp now thrills her touch; oh but for one
one OF loving welcome, from his well remsm.
bered voice.
Alas! never again shall those joys be hers,
and the sorrow stricken senitent prostrates
herself in the dust before the crushing reeo,.
Break, break, break, ~ zr
At the foot Of thy crags, o seal ~ .-
But the tender grace of day that is dead,
Will never come back to me-. -
Will never come back to mel
Patiently, and yearnfngly she now keeps her
constant vigils by the side OF her dying son.
Filial instinct has long since recognized, in the
lingering pressure of Madame Vines freq uent
kisses; in the loving tenderness Of Madame
Vines liehtest touch, the grateful presence of
G. mothers love; yet she dare not reveal herself
to him-dare not claim that recognition, which
with every impulse OF her nature, with every
thought, and hope Of her weary heart, she
eloquently implores. Mono! 1t may not be
Better endure the crushing reproaches of his
innocent prattle-the terrible accu sations of his
gratitude for her attentions, than soil by con-
tact with her uncovered shame his pure love
for the mamma who was stolen from u.s.
And thus meekly she bore her cross until the
child was called to the vacant place in Heaven
Then in the bitter anguish of her despair-in
the unspeakable grief OF a mothers lamen
over her departed babe. all Is lad in har