The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1866-04-14

judicious mother, are fast becoming orna-
ments that will do honor to England even
In her proudest and palmiest days.
He was truly happy, and he blessed his
/ long since departed uncle. His children
were taught to bless the name Of uncle 4"
/ IN their infant prayers
/ But we did not intend so much to follow
/ the career of happiness and prosperity that
/ crowned the life of Lionel, as to picture that
| of the proud heiress, to which we must now
devote another chapter.
oHAP.v.
It was a pleasant day in the golden month
of September. The grain had been reaped
and was standing in sheaYes IN the desolate
fields. The forests had assumed their au-
tumnal dress of orange, scarlet, crimson and
brown, and looked dreary In the hazy air
In this month, so dismal and gloomy to sea-
girt England, we would convey the reader
to the home of proud Lillian Lee
We meet her. Can this be the proud
beautiful woman of former days Surely
time has not dealt with her with a gentle
hand. Care aud sorrow, pain and anguish
are visible on her face-they are written
there in indelible lines. What terrible sor-
row must she have endured in the last ten
years-through what trials and suffering
must she have passed All we feel a thrill
of anguish as we see her she now is, and
think what she might have been but for her
foolish pride.
Let US review little When Lillian
heard of the death of Lionels uncle, and
the sudden change in his circumstances, and
remembered their last meeting she saw the
plan to deceive her and prove her love. But
1t was too late to make any reperatiOn. She
called to mind the last words of Lionel and
now she felt their stinging force but she
must bear the pain and anguish of that re-
memberanee alone, for she was to proud to
conhde 1t to any person, even to her father.
She moved in company, even met Lionel
Walton with his lovely wife hanging on his
arm, and moved as gay, cold and naughty
as ever In the merry throng she was the
merriest in the dance, banuqet and revel,
in the SQUIRT drawing room and hal, she was
still the life and the chief attraction of the
circle. But poisonous worm was preying
upon the beautiful rose sapping its life away
and leaving it wan, pale and lifeless. When
she was alone in her chamber her pride de-
serted her memory resumed its sway, re-
calling the past, bathing 1t In the most gor-
geous colOrs-then, oh then, how wretch
ed, disconsolate and miserable was she
But the time of severer trial was yet at
hand. Deeper sorrow was to be endured by
her, and a more bitter cup was to be drained.
By unexpected and sudden reverses, Mr..
Lee lost his entire fortune, except his an
cestral home. In his endeayors to recover
himself he became more embarrassed, and
was forced to mortgage the home of his faith
ers. This was his pride-dearer to him than
the apple Of his eye; and he would have
laid down his life to have saved it for his
daughter
True, there was one way by which be
could save 1t; and that was By giving the
hand of his daughter to the holder Of the
mortgage. lie Indignantly rejected the offer
and spurned the base worldling from his
presence.
Lillian, however, having overheard the
conversation, promised herself the pleasure
Of saving their home for her father in his
old age and feeble health. Without his con-
sent or knowledge she married the holder of
the mortgage, and her home was saved it
was the prOudest moment of her life when
she handed the mortgage Of his house to her
father, saying it was safe.
But at how great q sacrifice it was saved
none ever realized but the unhappy girl
none ever imagined how many terrible mo-
memts she passed after her marriage. All
hers was an awful, dreadful retribution
Even when she became a mother. and saw
her lovely infant smiling upon her bosom,
instead of rendering her happy it was one
more bitter pang which she must endure.
No tender chord in her heart gave out mu-
steal response to the happy laugh of her
babe. She gained no strength by gazing in
the crystal depths Of her little ones eyes
and listened to its sweet, innocent prattle
but it rather added to her despair, and en-
HANGED her sorrow and grief
Reader, we might picture to you a life Of
woe misery, anguish, sorrow, bitterness, af-
Fiction and strife, in that of the once proud
proud ill-lovely-lovelY no longer
heiress, but why should we We believe,
short sketch, however young he may be, has
tasted the bitter fruits that he has plucked
from the tree of pride-the sorrow resulting
from following the dictates of pride. Shall
we then recall your first sorrow by recital
of incidents that have taken place, perhaps,
in your life, and which you may have en-
tombed in the forgetful past ? No, no Let
those old occurrences be forgotten but for
the future beware
We would warn you-in your everyday
acts which make up the sum of your life,
not to let your pride dictate to your reason,
and thus ALLEVIATE from you one of your dear
est friends, rendering his after life as well
! as your own a useless blank, desert where
storms and desolation sweep with the wild
| est fury, and where sunshine and calm and
peace never come Let Pride and Folly
! hand in hand be your rule of life and you
! will meet your reward
But above all things, and before all things,
remember the divine command of King Sol
omon-" proud look and proud heart IS
an abomination unto the Lord"