Montgomery County sentinel. [volume] (Rockville, Md.) 1855-1974, 1875-11-26

They parted Emily and her lover !;
but not before they had vowed eternal
consistency to each other. The one re-
tired to the quiet of her home--to dream
over again the scenes of her early pas
sion, to count with untiring eagerness
the hours of separation, and to weep over
the long interval of 'hope deferred. :"
The other went out with strong heart
to mingle with the world, grded with
pride and impelled forward by ambition.
He found the world cold, calous and
selfish his own spirit intensely took the
hue of those around him. He shut his
eyes upon the past; it was too pure and
mildly beautiful for the sterner gaze Of
his manhood He forgot the passion of
his boyhood, all beautiful and lovely as
it was he turned not back to the young
and lovely and devoted girl who has
poured out to him in the confdng earn
estness of woman's confidence, the
wealth of her affection. He came not
back to fulfill the vow which he had
plightcd.
Slowly and painfully the knowledge of
her lovers inidelity came over the sensi-
tive heart of Emily. She sought for a
time to shut out the horrible suspicion
from her mind. She half doubted the
evidence of her own senses-she could
not believe him to be traitor--for her
memory had treasured every token of
affection, every impassionod word and
every endearing smile of his tenderness
But the truth came at last; the doubtful
spectre which had long haunted her, and
from which she had turned away as it
we're sin to look upon it, now stood be-
fore her dreadful and unacceptable Wis
ion of reality. There was one burst of
passionate tears, an overflow Of that foun-
tain of affection which quenches the last
ray Of hope in the desolate bosom for
the struggle was over, and she gazed
steadily with awful confidence as one
whose hopes are not of earth, upon the
dark valley of death, whose shadow was
around her
1t was a beautiful evening of summer
that | saw her for the last time. The
sun was just setting behind a long line
of beautiful and undulating hills, touch
ing their tall submits with the radiance
like the halo which circles the dazzling
brow of an angel, and all nature had put
on the graniturc of greenness and bios
som. AS | approached the quiet and Sc
cluded dwelling of Emily, found the
door of the little parlor thrown open, and
a female voice of sweetness which could
hardly belong to earth, stole out upon
the summer air. 1t was the breathing
of an Holian lutte the gcntlest visitation
of the zephyr. Iuvoluntarily ] paused
to listen, and these words--I never shall
forget them--came upon my ears like the
melancholy music we sometimes hear in
our dreams:
Oh, no, do not fear 10 die,
For hope and faith are bold;
Aud life is but u WEAKNESS,
Aud earth is strangely cold
In view of enrth's pale solitude
MY spirit hath not mOurned--
lis kinder than forgotten love,
Or friendship unresirained
And could pnss the Swallowed land
In rapture all the while
If one who now is far away
Were near me with smile.
1t seems dreary thing 10 die
Forgotten and alone
Unheeded by our dearcs. love
The smiles and tears Of one.
oh plant my grave with pleasant dow rs
The fairest of the fair
The very Hover he loved to Irvine
At twilight in my hair.
Percbance he may yet visit them
A nd shed above NV bier
The hottest dew of funeral flowers
Affections kindest tear
1t was the voice Of Emiy--it was her
last song. She was leaning on the sofa
as entered the apartment; her thin,
white hand resting on her forehead
She arose and welcomed me with a mel
ancholy smile. 1t played over her fea-
lures for moment, flushing her cheeks
with slight and sudden glow-and
then passed away, leaving in its stead
the wanness and mournful beauty of the
dying. 1t has been said that death is
terrible to look upon. But to the strick-
en- Emily the presence Of the destroyer
was like the ministration Of an angel Of
light and holiness. She was passing off
TO the land Of spirits like the melting Of
summed cloud in the sky of Heaven.
Stealing existence like the last strain Of
ocean music. when it dies slowly and
sweetly upon the mooniit waves
A few days after stood by the grave
of Emily. The villagers had gathered
together one and all to pay the last trib-
ute Of respect and affection TO the lovely
sleeper They mourned her loss with
deep, sincere lamenlation, that one 50
young and lovely should yield herself up
to melancholy, and perish in the spring
time Of her existence, ranked in her
bosoin-the slow whitening OF her heart.
She had borne the calamity in silence
in the accomplishing quietude Of one
who felt that there are woes which may
not ask for sympatby--aiflictions which.
like the canker concealed in the heart Of
some fair blossom are discovered only by
the untimely decay of their victim.
Said pompous husband, whose wife
bad stolen up behind and given him a
kiss. Madam, ] consider such an act
iDdecorous." Excuse me-" said the
wife. II didn't know it was you"
''Tell me. Mary, How to Woo Thee"
is the title Of a late piece Of music. Give
her diamond ring and tortoise shell
comb for her back hair
A ground hog -suasage.