Litchfield enquirer., 1865-04-20
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NOT WISELY, BUT TOO WELL.

Yoa ssk me what is the matter? why sesn Why am silent and stupid swhy sm 1 w.a IT =. and wan?--.i.. ;: .-.....5 ~ .-:. Will you take a cigar. old fellow sit down -r that great arm chair, E Put tip your feet on the fender, and 'hJId gD, B tongne-if you canzE~ "-,. ;--- 's'sa &While you smoke. l will show you ,hc matxfl f'haEe no new story 10 tell; sz.< z &But @ay version is noIs. yet pnhlished--,pn l ...., written in fire and tears; 4#- &Yet'e the old, old story of laving less Wisel & e''' than well-- ..-.,>. z..~.....M k Hive heard it told hy another. and listeae with scornfal ears. E. We are always so brave in enduring the pai
 that another bears! E We qqote bow sublime it is p suffer asdst
 he strong!
 I All 90 prompt to nndervalue the weigtI C ga ':anothers. caFes,t. .,..s E So practiced at preaching patience as curafo another's wrong! r ! Is there 2 drearier story than that of Iov + betrayed? Is here greater bore than r1e% tale of 4oy er's wound * Better. an asinine history by donkey hon esily prayed s Than the tales by such idiots told, full onfy 0 fury. aAd se.md!. ..-. < Y ct the story have to tell is the ola old 4.ili of wrong, ...-.. .. 5 [Of an earnest love obtained, and then tram- '''''' pied with cruel feet: l.. :. .... 'of Il man with loyal heart. of girl with
 ' traitorous tongue, .. Ofa wasted life and wasted love, through f
 .woman's idle conceit Ysu remember that evening at Brighton the
 night of the archery ball !? Ton remember that girl from the North-the
 one with the chestnut curls, Her with the violet eyes, with the shape Sc
 slender and tall,
 With Cupid bow lips, and pearly skin. and teeth far winter than pearls? I loved her the instant saw her-I had never
 loved before
 Even ere we had spoken, felt that my fate
 was set;
 There was the woman at last for my heart and
 my soul to adore! -God ! it were better far had died thatI
 night ere we met With words like dewdrops from Heaven, withI
 looks such as angels wear, With smiles from Paradise borrowed, withI
 glanees tender and sweet, She made me think Twas welcome. and tempteaI
 me on to the snare, Brought my soul down to her level, and forced|
 my heart to her feet The springs of my being were opened, the|
 waters rushed up from the deep, O CT the ocean of feeling long sssesaant came --.zs, the V axA5G GAf i.rs auu = fsssj@ All the world for me fas transfa aarsa. sasl
 faith was aroused from its slsep, And prone on the knees of my spirit knelt
 and worshipped my future WIFE. oh, the light that came out of the darkness !!
 oh the clouds that broke up into blue Oh. the blaokness that covered the light, and the clouds that came after the ratni When the horror of naked deceit filled the shrine that fancied was true, |And rapture was changed into anguish. and hope was smothered in pain |As river sweus over its banks. 60 my love flowed over through me; Nv heart was too full for endurauce-l felt must speak or die; Loves torrent was rushing within me and bearing me on to the sea; |Sks saw the sweep of the current-knew its force far better than I! IA, length the design was accomplished; thu victim was down ct her feet; Then out from its trescherous lair came th' demon of woman's caprice; lOh. the anguish, the shame of her scorning oh, the curse of her cruel deceit! Death can have nothing more bitter-nsy, hel itself must be peace! x 1I said would show you the natter-but cannot tell you all; There are parts of my shameful story tha must never be heard by ears. Must never be heard by ears save those tha
 hear when a call For help goes up from sinking heart drown
 in bloody tears!
 Yet the s.rangest thing is this. that the pas sion Is living still; Though my peace be forever departed. an my life be forever cold,
 A memory clings to me yet. and, reason an strive as I will,
 I cannot silence voice within that sings q
 it sang of old
 rs~4ing of golden days when my Faith wa When Hope aa strong; a spirit was born again: throne, and m &W hen Love with her magic harp sang Il T primal Eden song,
 That brought once more the legend up tn,
 the angels talked with men!
 Mes, grant that this is unworthy, unmanl,
 and weak, if you will,
 That know she is falser than fair, and ht life is one acted lie:
 Yet also know this, that love her-t
 Heaven, love her still love her desnito of oil and ponat lovo h. until die! Temple Bar.