Rev. J. 1, WARD, Assistant Editor

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son on her youthful and once hapoy


heart 'sat.. y, The blighted heart lived


on. Around her grew the fruits Of welded


life--sons and daughters but all save one


died young with loathsome disease


and one, q manly boy, by. a wild horse was


dashed with mangled limbs into eternity.


The husband, the man of wealth, died TOO
died poor and friendless. The dim eye


of the wife gazed on bis palid, insensate


frame; but her thoughts shone not there !;


perhaps she thought not-but if she did,
the grief of many years had taught her to
conceal them. cannot tell And all save
one had died and that one was separated
from her--a girl of beauty---a girl OF Thought.
Twas strange that she, her eldest born,
was spared. The scene
was changed. It was bright moonlight
night. The girl had grown to womanhood,
and had married one she could not love-
Her heart was welded to another, and he
grew wild and dissolute from disappointed
love. Her husband was one given to ap-
petites. 1t was a bright moonlight night,
and, reeling and loxicated, the husband
was vending his solitary way across a dreary
WoosS.s - Poh iliS iCit tHCIC yoW,ucu OdTk
ravine, and he unconsciously staggered by
its edge. But there was one watching
him, upon whose conntenance the moon
beams shone, revealing a face haggard with
horrid passion. And now twas lit with
a strange fereeness. Slowly and cautious
ly Ike crept behind the reeling man, then
with sudden impetus he hurled him over
the ravine-and with wild, hysterc laugh,
he fled. = II was more than she
could bear. Her energy gave way-one
piercing scream, and she fell back uncon-
scioHs. When she
revived she was lying beneath shady tree;
her horse was quietly grazing by her side;
and in her hand she clasped roll Of paper,
on which were written these words:
IT'S a terrible doom for The heart to bear
So young and SO full Of grief and care
But twill always be so, whene'er is sold


The love Of the heart for glittering gold.


Alas: for thy race is this sad doom:


The blight Of gold shall wilher ils bloom
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