Graham's Magazine, Vol. XVIII, No. 5, May 1841Various
General
Graham's Magazine, Vol. XVIII, No. 5, May 1841
Various
Literature -- Periodicals; Literature, Modern -- 19th century -- Periodicals
“She at length gave a reluctant consent. I gathered up a large sum of
money, and we soon found ourselves on ship-board, and plying from our
native land. Think you that I was then happy? Alas for human hopes and
passions! I was in possession of my adored and beautiful Adela, but I
was a fugitive from my country, I was fleeing like a felon from my
father’s house, and I felt that I had left mourning and bitterness in
the places where I should have been diffusing peace and joy. Of the rank
and wealth that I had relinquished I thought little, for poverty and
contempt had not then taught me to value them. But I was sad even in the
hour in which I had attained that for which I would freely have given
life itself. Adela and I were united by the chaplain of the ship, on
board of which we sailed, but he was a Protestant. Poor Adela scrupled
at the validity of a ceremony thus performed; and the prejudices of her
education, with the vows she had broken, were persecuting spirits ever
torturing her heart, and mixing gall and venom forever with the cup of
joy. Her eyes lost their lustre, and her smile was sorrowful; I saw it,
and my heart grew sad. I had one hope left, that she would regain her
spirits when we should arrive amid the novel and beautiful scenes of the
New World; and then I hoped that she would become a Protestant, in which
case she would cease to agonise over her monastic vows. The chaplain, at
my request, used every argument with her in vain; her distress augmented
and ere we had been one month at sea she was attacked by a violent
fever.
“Oh! the bitter, dreadful agony with which I watched beside her couch.
Her pains of body were intense, but her distress of mind was more
terrible still. At length her reason failed her, and her death-bed scene
was indeed agony. But as death approached more nearly, her pains
remitted, and her phrenzy passed away. She said that she was forgiven,
and ready to appear before God, leaning on the mercy of her Redeemer.
She besought me to seek His consolations, and bidding me a fond
farewell, her young spirit passed away.
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