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{"newspaper_name": "The Litchfield County post.", "edition": "01", "page": "p4", "byline": "From the Ladies' Magazine.] WOMAN'S CONSTANCY."}
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knight with propriety adopt the title o1 ia true story" but l find that the world pays little regard to names. Whatever is too refined for the fashionable, too gener- ous for the selfish, too spirited for the worldling, will be termed fiction. Howev- CT, my story is true, absolutely and essen- ,ially true and | could name as many liv- ing persons as the law requires to substan- tiate fact, as evidence of its truth. But I think such proceeding unnecessary.- The narrative will carry its own convic- ton. It portrays woman as she is, con- stant seven unto sdeath." And man-but will tell the story.

 During the last war between England and America, ,there lived, in town on the sea-coast, an old mnn who had "Jeptha's treasure-one fair daughter and no more.'" A sweet girl she was, that pretty Mary sung like a lark, "a comparison, by the way. not very appropriate where there are no ldrks, was industrious as bee, ,as live ly as swallow, and tender hearted as pigeon. She fell in love, as such sweet girls are very apt to do, with one who was, ifnot beneath her condition, very unpleas- ing to her father. The young man beat a drum; the young man enlisted as a sol- dier, and the old man protested his daugh- fer should not wed soldier---so the lov- CTS were separated.

 But before they parted they mutually breathed solemn VOW to each other, that if they were not permitted to marry to- gether, they would not live. Only think what chivalric affection was that, for this ''common- place age." do not know how long their period of trial was to last l; but the hapless Mary "pined in thought 9 Her lover had marched lover the hills and far away ;" her father was silent and stern, and she had no companion but her own sad thoughts. Her father lived in a wild, lonely place. He had no household save his daughter. He had no books- :. Novels he decried, and charged with the sin of occupying the precious time and corrupting the imaginations of the young but still they have often the .'spell of pow er''to charm the desolate-hearted from the contemplation ofther sorrows.I am not the champion of novels; yet think it far bet. ter that silly, love-sick girl, should read novels, than continually think of her ab. sent swain. or talk of her friends cruelty and her own disappointment. But poo Mary had noiiovels to read, and she tho ofher drummer from morning to night ,an' lhcn from night to mornug---except jus when she happened 10 be asleep---eve' then he was not absent from her fancy She dreamed of him, and dreamed he Wa dead and she became impressed with th duty yofcommiiting suicide. She had prom ;sed and her love and integrity alike de handed the sacrifice. She wrote fare well latter to her lover detailing all he aeonies. and the cruelty of her father sh took the letter in her hand and sought tn sea shore She prubably never V, heard 2