The Marietta journal. [volume] (Marietta, Ga.) 1866-1909, 1871-03-03
FOR THE MARIETTA JOURNAL.
"A SoILED DOVE.

fOt I'M MAhlL - dcN haNAA'
"A soILED DOVE"
TIE HISTORY OF NYMpH DU PAVE.
Editor Marietta FORMAL In my
daily readings of the Press, the fol-
lowing extract from the Savannah
News, elected my deepest sympa-
thy in behalf of the unfortunate sub
ject of this article, Sue Hungerford,
who is now at the point Of death, IN
Savannah, from severe knife wounds
received at the hand Of the wife of
one of her illicit admirers:
"Suo Hungerford, as she is called
by the demi monde, was born in the
city of Augusta, Georgia, on the Both
day ofSeptember, 1847, and is there
fore in her twenty-fourth year. Her
family is well known in Augusta
Her parents, determined that she
should have the advantage ola supe-
rior education, sent her to the Con-
vent of the Sacred Heart in Montre-
al, from which institution she gradu-
ated with honor. In an evil hour
she fell into the fangs of the destroy
or, and too proud to bury her shame
in tears of penitence and contrition,
she pursued the downward path of
degradation until her once pure name
became the symbol of reproach. As
a woman of the town she is well
known.
In her manners she is said to be
very attractive, as a conversational
ist unusually pleasing, and her fca-
lures, in spite of the life sho has led
for years, are reported to be undeni-
ably attractive. Under other cir
cumstanccs she would have been
idolized a favored member of society
now, "nonc are SO poor as to
do her reverence She remarked
yesterday: THE girl of the town
can never retrace her steps were |
disposed to work at the most mental
employment, which Of you gentlemen
would take me to his house and give
me bread for my labor? Not one
Not one ~
There is but little charity or SYM
pathy in the world for the victims of
treachery. The subject of these re-
marks was once as "pure as the
beautiful snow," but in an evil hour
she fell; fell to he trampled as filth
in the street. What must be the
feelings of him, who wrough. her
ruin, should he perchance read the
abovc2 Will the burden of a
blighted life, lost soul weigh on his
conscience ? or, is he dead to all
feeling? Does his heart rest in tram
quill ease, while horS throbs in un-
mitigated pain, misery and shame F!
She was once innocence and puri-
ty, but an unprincipled creature
played upon her most sacred affec-
tions, by Installing the dew of sorcery
upon the flower of her tender, con-
fiding love, thereby binding the eye,
confusing the conscience, mislead-
ing the judgement, until she became
like a captured vessel, to be pratt
cally and deliberately pIundered,
then abandoned. Chattering-slan-
der, shayp-toothed hatred, malig-
nant envy, fixes her doom the more
despairingIy, burning into her very
soul like unquenchable fire. She
goes forth into the world selling her
soul for morsel of bread to whom
soever may buy; while her betray-
cr, polished scoundreI, walks the
streets to boast his Economical deed.
Society, instead Of crushing BIN as
a viper, receives him into the bosom
of its circle, and he is passed from
honor to honor, fondled, esteemed,
while his victim lies mangled, crush
ed, bleeding, under the uncharit-
able indignation of "public opin.
ion" En- QUAD.