Bloomsburg democrat. [volume] (Bloomsburg, Pa.) 1867-1869, 1867-04-24

woman to hide from the world the pangs Of
wounded affection. The love of delicate
maiden is shy and silent. Even when for
tunatc she scarcely breathes it to herself
but when otherwise she burics it in the
deep rcccsses Of her bosom, and there lets
it cover and brood among the ruins of her
peace. With her the desire Of her heart
has failed. The great charm Of existence is
at an end, She negects all the cheerful
exercises which gladden. the spirits, quicken
the pulse, and send the tide Of life in
healthfu! currents through the veins. Her
rest is broken; the sweet retre 5hmcnt Of
sleep is poisoned by melancholy dreams-' dry
sorrow drinks her blood" until her enfecb.
led frame sinks under the slightest injury
Look for her after "a while and you will
irG friendship weeping over an untims'y
grave, and wondering that ono who but lately
glowed with all the radiar ce Of health and
beauty, should so early be brought down to
darkness and the worm You .yill hc
told Of some wiutery chill, some casual in
disposition that laid her low; but no one
knows Of the mental malady that previous
ly sapped her strength, and made her 20
easy prey to the spoiler.
She is like some tender tree, the pride
and beauty Of the grove; graceful in its
form, bright in its foliage, but with the
worm preying at its heart. We find it sud.
denly withcring when it should be most fresh
and luxuriant. We see its branches droop-
ing to the earth, and shedding leaf by leaf,
until wasted and perished away, it sails even
in the stiffness Of the Forest and as we
muse over the beautiful ruin, we strive in
vain to collect the blast Or thundcrbo!t that
could have smitten it with decay.
| have seen rlany INSTANCE Of woman
running to waste and paglett, and disappear
ing gradually from the earth, almost as if
they had been exalted to heaven; and have
repeatedly tanctd that could trace their
death through the various declensions of
consumption, cold, debility, languor, molan-
choly, until reached the first symptom of
disappointed love. But an instance Of the
kind was lately told to me; the circumstan-
ces are well known in the country where
they happened, and l shall give them IL the
manner in which they were related.
Every one must rccolect tie tragica
story of young Emmett, the Irish patriot
rs it was too touching to be soor forgotten.
During the troubles in Ireland he was tried,
condemned, and executed, on charge Of
treason. He was so young, so intelligent,
so brave, SO everything we are apt to like in
young man. His conduct under trial, too,
was so lofty and intrepid The noble indig-
nation with which he replied to the charges
Of treason against his country; the eloquent
vindication Of his name, and mis- pathetic
appeal to posterity in the hopeless hour Of
condcmnation-all these entered very deeply
INTO every generous bosom, and even his
enemies lamentcd the stern policy that die
tated his execution.
But there was one heart whose anguish
it would be impossible to describe. In hap.
pier days and fiircr fortunes he had won
the affections Of beautiful and interesting
girl the daughter of a late distinguished
Irish barrister She loved nm with the
toNor of u woman's first and early love.
When every worldly maxim arrayed itself
against him when blasted in fortune, and
disgrace and danger, darkened around his
name, she loved him the more ardcntly for
lis suiIerings. If, then, nis fate could
awaken the sympathy of his foes, what must
have been the agony Of her whose soul, was
occupied by his image? Let those who
have the portals of the tomb suddenly closed
between them and the being they most low
ed on earth, who have sat at its threshold,
on one shut out in cold and lonely world,
from whence all that was lovely and loving
had departed.
But the horrors Of sucha grave sofiight.
full, SO dishonored, there was nothing for
memory to dwell on that could soothe the
pang Of separation; none of those tender
though melancholy circumstances that en-
dear the parting scene; nothing to melt
sorrow into those blessed tears, sent, like the
dcws of heaven, to revive the heart i'll the
parting hour Of anguish,
To render her widowed situation more
desperate she he'd incurred her fathers dis
pleasure by the unfortunate attachment and
was an exile from the parental roof. But
could tho sympathy and kind Offices of
friends have reached a spirit so shocked and
dri-eu in by horror, she would have ex.
%, no want of consolation for the
Irish arc pcy;le Of quick and generous SEN
sibilitics. The mos. delicate attentions
were paid her by ani.cs Of wealth and
distinction. She was led into society, and
tried all kinds of occupation and snluse-
ment to dissipate her grief and wean her
from the tragicsl STORY of her lover. Bu:
il was all in vain. There are some strokes
Of calamity that seattle and scorch the soul
that penetrate the vital scat OF happiness,
and blast it never again to put forth bud OR
blossom. She never objected to frequent