Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1864-02-01

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For .he went oni Forsook her home. her hes -th
All pure affection all sweet nous Ell oil 8 mirth'p,
The groves Of East Lynne are Inelodious " .th
weddingbells. For Lady Isaosi the pure heart.
ed daughter OF Earl Mount Severn, as returned
to her ancestral home not the grief.crushed
pennileEs orphan, who, one year before, lad, by
relentless fortune, been dragged from its conses
Grated .belter, but as the young wife OF ats mo-
BILE owner rchabala Carlyle. as-z ~ -
She had suffered grief, but the Night was
past; the future was the roseate dawn of Love
and Hope. All. could she hav. read the horo.
scope of that future; could she have kno wn
that the golden clouds which in vited dreams Of
joy curtained long years Of anguish and of
shame, the marriage bells, which told to her
heart the anthem of sacred love, would have
rung instead, the eornbre anell of despair!r ,
The Honeymoon is scarcely passed and yet
the Serpent has entered the Garden has cast
upon the happiness Of the young bride that
bane Of conjueai peace and weal-doubt! 49, e
That doubt bears the name of Bur6ara Hare,
the 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 Earrs daughter "A silly
doubt!" thought the devoted husband; ga
womanly triie!' Fatal misunders landing
The world Is but the aggregation of atoms
Alas how light cause may move 7,es
pissension between hearts that love! ~
A sonnet ing light as ARIA look,
. a word unkind, or wrongly taken l.-,r.
Oh love that ten pests never sh COX, . s7sa--4
A breath, a touch like-this hath shaken - =
The doubt is at last resolved. Lady lisa bel
and stung by jealousy-goaded to madness by
the subtle arts OF Sir Franeis Lecison, hugs to
her heart the glittering phantom Of revenge.
and is lured inio the "lowest deep Of the black
abyss OF shame and woe, .r... ..-
In moment would plunge our years
In fatal penite nee: and in the blight rT 81. 8
Of our own soul, turn our blood to tears,
And color life to come with hues of night"
Years have passed, and on their backward
flow have borne into the unfathomed gulf Of
TINE, all recollection of the ill-starred Isabel,
and her fearful fall. ''sAll recollection" did we
sayl Alas! not all
Remorse is sleepless. And one heart here
Is, TO which the longed for bliss OF repose for
eetfulness may never come again, until Ger
nifty shall curtain with its inpeneuable gloom
the last earthly thought Of her grief worn
heart. .-
"I.ady Isabel is dead-killed by an accident,
and her son is rapidly following her to the
raver
The words are spoken amid the glee, the
gaiety, and the frivolites of 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.
The mothers ear has caught tn sound, and
the mothers love turns yearningly to the bed
side OF her dying 10y. True danger, humilia-
ton, and death lurked along her pathway
those 1t has but one instinct, one all-absorb.
ing emotion,-Loye and at its bidding she
would welcome death itself
Once more the hapless Isabel stands beneath
the consecrated shelter OF East Lynne, a weary
outcast from home, and hope, disguised to all
save memory and its conscience! Once more
she is within the presence OF him she has so
deeply lcved-so madly wronged. Oh! but for
one pressure OF the hand whose unconscious
grasp now thrills her touch; oh but Tor one
tone OF loving welcome from his we'll -remem
bered voice.
Alas! ne yer again shall those joys be hers
and the sorrow-stricken senitent prostrates
herself in the dust before the crushing recol.
lection
Break break. break.
At the foot of thy crags, o seal
But the tender grace Of n day that is dead,
Will never come back to me
Will never come back to me-"
Patiently, and yearningly she now keeps hel
constant vigiIs by the side of her dying son
Filisl instinct has long since recognized, in tn.
lingering pressure of Madame Vines freq uen
kisses; in tho loving tenderness OF Madam,
Vines highest touch, the grateful presence o.
mothers love; yet she dare not reveal hersel
10 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
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innocent prattle-the terrible accusations OF hi:
gratitude for her attentions, than soil by con
tact with her uncovered shame his pure Low.
for I" the mamma who was stolen from U.S.
And thus meekly she bore her cross, until til,
child was called to the vacant place in Heaven
Then in the bitter anguish Of her despair-ir
the unspes kable grief Of a mothers lanaeu
over her departed babe, all is revealed. in he
appeals Tor mercy-ior pardon; her temptation
her repentance, her suffering, and her all
constant love. She does not plead in vain, ant
beneath the tender, forgiving glance OF her frs
Lest love, she contentedly lays down the wear,
burden of her life, and her remorse.
"--Behold her kneeling there,
By her chiid's side in nmble prayer;
" lille the same sunbeam shines upon
The guilty and the guiltless one; a,
And hymns of JOY proclaim thro' Heav'n
The triumph of a soul forgiven"
Such are the brief outlines of play, the
most tcuehi & in its sentiment, the most whole.
some in its teachings, and the most thrilling in