The Palatka daily news. (Palatka, Fla.) 1884-1888, 1886-09-14

when think of the feelings of a man who
has no one to weep oyer him, count those
tears of yours, Janet, the brightest gems l
could possess.
Sweet this will be a farewell note for my
enemies will surely carry me to Edinburgh,
where l shall meet my doom. If you could
but tell the delight and tho dread of writing
to you. l am yet with you while write, and
the bare thought fills me with joy; and then
n fear follows that these poor words of mine
may fall in other hands but yours choke
the outpourings of my poor heart, lest other
eyes but yours should read them My sacred
love to be profaned by being laid open to
scoffers" is a thought that fills me with dread
The ribald can find jest in the hottest OF
matters and to have your sweet name made
a byword by the careless would wound me
keenly. But, of a surety, shall find some
means of sending few words to you, and
perhaps you may hear concerning me from
my enemies, who make loud boast that
they have crushed and taken prisoner Mont
rose and his army. Therefore, sweet, It's
only farewell for a few days that 1 am writ
ing now. Only, Janet, do not fatter your
self with false hopes There viii be no par
don for me Nor do l desire one Montrose
doomed to die, could not wish to live.
Heaven help me if these words seem unloving
to my sweetheart. But my life has proven
so unlike my imaginings of it. My sweets
have become bitter, my golden visions black
realities; all my ends SO different from my
beginnings. am too near my death to think
of new possibilities. l can but go over the
events of my life, and dream of my janet
Sweetheart, fare thee well, and grieve not
nightly over your true lover, j. =.
T.. S.-The sun is shining brightly to-day,
Janet, and long for you with consuming
longing. \ little gust of wind, full of the
fragrance of the heather, has brought back
to me memories of you. The glad days We
spent together among the heather sweet 1t
mndiens me To think of them. How careless
and happy we We're, and how bonny you
Were! Janet, thoughts of joy, when the soul
is overcast by sorrow, are like the fortunes of
hell.
Janet, in reviewing those graces in you
that had loved had often been in doubt
to what manner of yours pleased me best. l
doubt no longer, for | know now that l loved
your manner most when you braved bolts
and bars and the tyranny of my enemies
(whom L fully forgive, even as L pray the
Lord may forgive m }, and the churlishneSS
of rude jaiicrs, tilt you could kiss me
goOd-by, sweet!
Fhe joy of it! Jan t, you cannot imagine
what this glimpse of ION has been to me.
Sure | that there never breathed
such just reason to rejoice. Since Janet-hcr
fears forgotten-camc Ia me in my prison
cell, what matter fctt"rs or aught that my
enemies urge AGAINST me! If all that
which their malice en- invent be chronicled
to my disparaSemcni, no one Will believe
aught that is bad, sin u Janet kissed mel
When you entered ny cell perchance you
observed that l was ,ougue-ticd, that no
words could force their way to my lips, that
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that it was my dear mistress standing be
fore me. You were pale and wan, love,
your pitiful face has haunted me ever since
Sweet l am to Iii you know it. l swear
to you that death l. = lost its bitterness since
l have seen you. y a cannot imagine how
the thought that | II vcr should see You more
has pursuet, me. ight and day, since the
disastrous day WEN We lost all, l have
yearned for gin pse of you, and yesterday
you gave it to mo.
Sweetheart, who was To have been my wife,
if it We're not for gu should feel right glad
that my short span of life is nearly over.
Twenty six Yeas only have / lived, and have
already seen the deaLh of all cared for.
l fear no death, not .on that ON the scat
fold, but fear to carry .sbout with me into
the next world that great unassuagcd desire
the desire for you, Janet | cannot shake it
off it overpowers me. IL will outlast life nav
day twill he you only that viii bring peace
to my tortured soul. Brave heart You have
suffered So much for me that | scarce like to
lay another sufierance on You. It's n great
boon / crave of you-no need to urge you by
telling you It's the last l know you well,
Janet, and, knowing you, scarce hesitate to
crave this last favor, which, if it be- not too
great, pray you grant
Janet, will you see me die!
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some secluded spot, whence, when my last
moment comes, you will murmur through
your tears, Dear soul! God give him rest
He loved me well!"
To tell you how love you were impossible;
to make you understand what you have been
to me in sweetness and tenderness since the
first day my eyes fell on you, equally impos-
sible, and to bid you good-by most impos-
sible of the three. For though my pen cease
writing, l shall not cease bidding you fare
well until the sewers my head from my
body III, indeed, am favored 80 much as To
die by steel in lieu of rope, though it matters
but little to mel; even then "A long "good-by'
to Janet will he found ON my lips by those
who can read such language. Even now |
have omitted to give you thanks for your
sweet plcadings in my behak. Twas great
grief to think that you should thus humble
yourself for my worthless lifc's sake; yet was
it grief mingled with sweetness, for had you
not braved all for mef And nothing can hui
initiate you. sweetheart; not even the churl-
ish denial which the boon you craved met
with from my enemy; but thank you again
for your courage. l love you for it; twas
like you.
The little spriS of rosemary, Janet, still lies
close to my heart. There will it lie until my
heart beat more; and then, when am
dead, mcthinks it must blossom out afresh
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youi Can such love ours. its cmblems,
ever die: 1t must lie everlasting \ little
stir in my cell tells me they are coming To
announce that | must soon make ready To
die-that death will claim me from Janet.
Ii but die nobly Montruse died, 50
that my dearest heart, in days - come when
she can bear 10 talk Of IT., will narrate, her
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