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


If there is any act which deserves
deep and bitter condemnation, it is that
of trhing with the inestimable gift of
womans affection The female heart
may be compared to delicate harp, over
which the breathing of earlier affections
wander, until each tender chord is
awakened to tones of inefable sweetness,
1t is the music of tue soul which is thus
called forth--a music sweeter than the
fall of fountains of the Houri in the
Moslem's Paradise. But woe for the
delicate fashioning of that harp, if a
chain pass over the love which first
called forth its hidden harmonies. Let
neglect aud cold unkindness sweep over
its delicate strings, and they break one
after onother-slowly perhaps, but sure
ly Unvisited and unrequited by the
light of love, the soul-likc melody will
be hushcd in the stricken bosom--likc
the mysterious harmony of statue, before
the coming of the sunrise. | have been
wandering among the graves. | love at
not unallied to pleasure in communicating
with the resting place Of those who have
gone before me-to 60 forth among the
thronged tombstones, rising from every
grassy undulation like ghostly scntinels
of the departed. And when / kncel
above the narrow mansion Of one whom
| have known and loved in life, feel a
strange assurance that spirit Of sleeper
is near me---a viewless and miDstering
angel. 1t is beautiful philosophy,
which has found its way unsought for
and mysteriously into the silence Of my
hreat and if it only be dream--tbe
unreal image of fancy-pray God that
may never wake from the beautiful illu-
| sion.
have this evening been by the
grave of Emily 1t is a plain white
tombstone, half hidden by flowers, and
you may read its epitaph in the clear
moonlight, which falls upon it like the
smiles Of an angel through the opening
in the Dropping branches. Emily was
beautiful-the fairest of village maidens.
think / can see her now, as she looked
when the loved one--the idol her affcc-
tions-approached with his smile of con-
scious triumph and love. She had seen
but eighteen summres, and her being
seemed woven Of the dream of her first
passion The object of her love was a
proud and hayward being, whose hearty
spirit never relaxed from its habitual
sternness, save when he found himself
in the presence of the young and beauti-
full creature who had trusted her all on the
overture Of her VOW" and who loved
with all the earnestness of pure and
devoted heart. Nature had not deprived
him Of the advantage of outward grace
and beauty; and it was the abiding con-
seriousness of this, which gave to his
Intercourse with society character OF
pride and sternness He felt himself in
some degree removed from his fellow
men by partial fashioning of human
Daturc and he scorned to see a near
affinity. His mind was Of an exalted
bearing and prodigal beauty. The
flowers of poetry we're in his Imagination
a perpetual blossoming; and it was to
this intellectual bounty that Emily kneIt
down-bowing at the alter of her idol
the flower Of her a6cction-evcn as the
dark-eyed daughters of the ancient
Ghebcr spread out their offering from
the rich gardens of the East upon the
alter of the sun.
There was a surprising strength in a
love like that of Emily's-it has nothing
gross, nor low. nor earthly in its aspriDgs.
1t has its source in deeper fountains Of
the human heart-and as such as the
redeemed and sanctifed for the earth