The Republican journal., 1873-09-04
Cruel, cruel, the words L said,

repent me Oh all ulu:
Speak little, Ellen Adair?'
Then took pencil and Wrote
On the mossy stone. as | lay.
Here lies the body of Ellen Atlair.
And here the heart of Edward Gray
Love may come, and love may 90,
And fly like bird, from tree to tree;
But Will love no more, no more,
Till Ellen Adair comes back to me
Bitterly wept | over the stone:
Bitterly weeping turned away;
There lies the body of Ellen Adair!
And there the heart of Edward GRAY
with a smoke-otfering
Yes" | replied, II have read il before !;
everybody has read it"
"Well,n said he, "a thousand people
may read it, and vet not one in the thou
sand comprehend it; that is, except
Except WHAT" | asked, noticin" his
hesitation.
Except said he, some man who.
like fool. has committed suicide, not on
his body but his heart"
Exhibiting but little curiosity | elected
the greater confidence He show ed de-
sire to be communicative. Having limited
at his story through the poem, he was
ABOUT 10 lll.lkP II more Ntlllillt tlSt1tStlt
of it in prose.
But first said he, 'let me get away
from this piazza, and sit under yonder
chestnut tree
Whereupon, in picnic fashion, we stretch
ed our smoke-emitting figures on the
shaded hill and lay like twin Jupiters On
Olympus, wreathed in our own clouds.
'.Now,n said he, leaning on his elbow,
"a year ago. under this very tree. ! sat
one moonlight night and talked with 4
| woman who in midsummer seemed rs
cold as ice; and loved her and was veXed
with her, both at once; and | wanted 10
marry her, yet hung back through Il mad
whim that | would first punish her; and
though | knew she loved me to the utmost
vet | kept insanely arguing to myself that
she did not; and then in freak tore my
heart away from her, and with few dis
daintul words left her sitting speechless
and pale and here now, at this moment,
can turn day into night, and see her still
sitting. dumb and stunned under my blow ;
and the gentle victim, like an mburied
ghost, pursues me everywhere uttering
no reproach, but simply showing her suI-
tering face and InoW know that stabbed
the soul of a woman who would have died
for my sake; and ever since, for my crime
against her, have lived like dead man,
carrying hell in my breast; and that 5
the whole damnable tale
He said this with 4 yehemence that was
fiery, and a sincerity that was pathetic
All y said drawing breath and taking
time to think The secret Of Your pain,
then, is this, that you have inflicted an
injury on another. You have broken the
heart that loved you, and the memory Of
your crime is a punishment greater than
YOU can bear The very thought Of
what YOU have perpetrated makes YOU
shudder and Vet YOU cannot help think
inc Of it all the time. 1t is face to face
with YOU day and night AS physi-
clan | know something Of the nature of
your anguish 1t is of a kind which full
fills the whole measure Of possible ven
geance The human mind is competent
to no higher type OF suffering. God HIM
self chose it for his supreme penalty against
the slavers OF the Nazarene, when He
simply ordained that they should ',i0ok
upon him whom they pierced" That l3at
they could not bear it. Yes, that's the
true ANALYSIS Of your seli-tortlrc. You can
not say an enemy has done this thing 1t
is Your own doing and undoin@"
Having delivered myself Of these meta
PHYSICAL observations, to which he made
no other answer than to light a fresh cigar,
| added:
And the lady, presume, followed her
prototype i'll the poets fable, and died Of
disappointed love
no, not at all" he replied spitelully
Not dead p exclaimed 'Why, then,
while there's life there's hope. 1t is not
too late to right the wrong, and earn Il
pardon. Not dead | repeated, dwell
ing on the words
mo, she's not dead" he answered,
.'she's married"
At this sudden change N the tale |
could hardly suppress a smile. | then ac-
ceDted a fresh cigar, and followed into Il
train of recollections. Here thought |.
was a love-sick swain, who at first had
played the caprlclous tyrant with his shep-
herless; who had then ignorantly, but
none the less cruelty, crushed the sweet
and hiding violet of her unobtrusiye love;
who next had gone away and left her i'll
her bruised beauty to be plucked by an
other hand and finally had nothing else
to do save to punish himself properly with
unavailing rcmorsc and merted despair
Served you right exclaimed, speak
inc my honest mind, and not compromS-
ing with him for a moment
''Yes | grant it," he replied; "served
me right, but not her; she married man
whom she can never love: for q woman
who loved AS she did, loves but once and
forever. Such Il marriage is mockcrv
Ever since | heard OF it, have been fit
only for mad-house.n
Il, ,I
her?7
"Yes, at this very spot; it was just here
that | parted with her And she was
married at Grace Church, New York Her
fathers tamily-bride bridegroom, and
know not who else-have all gone to
| Europe for two years
II believe" said |, suddenly impressed
| with a "reminiscences, ''that | knew the
lady myself for made the acquaintance
of almost everybody here last summer :;
and | only wonder that you escaped me.
| Let me see what was her name?'
"Let YOU see? Yes" said he, "you Shall
see. Your eyes shall look and peer and
gaze at her name-which will save your
ears from hearing it. That is her name
he exclaimed, taking out Of his pocket 4
| little French casket resembling Il glove
| box and taking out OF this DAINTY llttle
| cambric handkerchief on which was writ
ten in the Chinese ink of indelibility the
name of Lucy Rayner.'
| This disclosure opened my eyes wide.
"Why do you stare ?" he asked.
| | answered evasively.
Il was simply thinking, sir, that there
We're two families Of Raynors here last
srmmer-one spelt NOR and the other
| 'ne-r'n
"Wen,'' said he, 81 neverheard Of there
being two; one was the death OF me :
the other may so to the dogs"
II will wager" said |, THAT can re-
call the young lady's looks. She WASH
one Of the bellies. Too quiet for that
Rather retired and bashful. Just a little
under size, and very gentle in her ways
Hair light, natural and all her own-no
back stuff from the shops. Although a
tritie sick, but never enough to need
medicine | remember her well. Why.
once wrote for her this prescription: y
horse and saddle-to be taken once q day
Isn't that her ladyship?"
''Well," said he, 'the picture is some