The Monmouth inquirer., 1865-08-03
never mistaken. If you would win love,
look at the sign!
From the New jersey Journal.
An Old MAIDS History.

From the New jersey Journal.
An Old MAIDS History.
"Oh! Auntie dear, what sorrow car
be like my sorrow I Do comfort me, dc
help me bear it, or it will kill me-" and
with these words my bright. beautifu
niece buried her head in my lap, and sob
bed SO bitterly, my heart swelled with
pity for her, and my eyes filed with tears,
as / pressed light kisses upon the little
curls clustering round her head. 4
She was my hope, my pride, my dar.
ling. and, as she lay thus prostrated,
'neath the burden of her FIRST, real sor-
row, visions Of my own youth appeared
before me. ] felt anew the old throes Of
pain. and I resolved if the recital Of my
sad history conld alleviate her sorrows, to
conquer the shrinking from the ''gone
forever" and tell her Of my life. So,
raising the poor little tear stained face, ]
said: f FHs PEI.
"Birdie, if Auntie should tell you she
only knows too well all you are suffering,
would it ease the pain 7"
"Ohl 1 cannot tell, but try it, Auaty
dear" 4n a
So I took her closely in my arms, aud
pressing the little wet face on my shoul-
der, commenced:
You think, darling, yon can never be
happy again, because you and Harry
have parted forever, that no one has ever
loved as you do, and that you can never
forget; is not this true, Birdies?"
My only answer was fresh burst of
tears, SO continned: b6 rs
Il do not doubt your love for him. and
the bitterness Of your sorrow; but listen
to my story. Pet. | was sent to board
ing school when | was only sixteen, and,
being gay, witty and pretty, soon became
very popular. / firted constantly, engag-
ed myself to a handsome gentleman |
met there, but broke the engagement be-
fore left the place finally, and laughed
at his anguish, thinking thank heaven, ]
shall never break my heart for any man.
All! those were merry days, Birdie, free
from care. and 50 happy, but met my
fate at lastl
| 81 was three years older than you, al
host twenty. when Dr. Beldon told me
bis love. 1t was my first winter in soci.
ETY., and, fattered by his offer, eager fol
some excitement. / accepted him. How
be loved me, and how / tortured bis noble
heart, God alone knows. / would not al.
low to myself / cared for him; / teased
him, Airted with other gentlemen, and. at
the expiration Of six months broke our
engagement, giving as an excuse, We
can never be happy together All! Bir-
die, that was the death blow to my hap
piness forever. / found. after he went
away, that / loved him better than any
thing on earth, loved him passionately,
with an idolatry which was almost wick
ed; and, in my anguish. / wrote begging
him to take me back to his heart, to give
me again the love which was my life
Alasl it was too slate, too late His
proud heart mad thrust me away forever
could never be to him as I had been
we were eternally separated. He was in'
teresting himself in other pursuits, and was
learning to be happy without me- His
reply contained this, and oh! how wildly
l prayed to die when read it. l was Sc
rebellious, SO angry with God for permit,
ting me to be unhappy. 1 endured par
oxisms of anguish which alarmed my
friends; but after these were over, no one
was in wilder spirits than myself aas
"After time, / became willing to see
him. and attended his wedding. although
for days succeeding, / was almost insane
"Other offers came, but turned with
loathing from them all, and never inter
ested myself in, nor cared for, q single OBJ
jsct in life until you were born. Birdie. ]
loved you the first moment saw you,
and would gladly offer up my life for
your happiness. You at last brought
peace and joy to my heart; made life more
than endurable, ever happy; and now,
darling. having heard my story, is your
heart just little lightened Z"
Yes. indeed, Auntie dear, and thank
you, a thousand times for it, It has taken
that weary weight from my heart, and
made me feel so much stronger. We two
willlive together all our lives, Aunt Ad
die, for l shall never, never marry"
! kissed her eager face upturned to
mine, but was called from the room be-
fore could answer her. .
Sweet Birdiel That was almost one
year ago, and now, while I am writing,
catch the merry sound Of her voice, min
gled with nianlier tone, waited up to my
window from the garden below, as she
walks and talks with the man who, God
willing, will be her husband tomorrow.