Graham's Magazine, Vol. XXX, No. 6, June 1847Various
General
Graham's Magazine, Vol. XXX, No. 6, June 1847
Various
Literature -- Periodicals; Literature, Modern -- 19th century -- Periodicals
magnitude of the crime I was about to commit came fully before me; my
feelings softened, my soul melted into tears; and on my knees, with a
heart bowed down by misfortune, and filled with feelings of remorse and
gratitude, I poured forth my prayers and thanks to God.”
He returned home once more, with a heart humbled and trusting. In the
morning he waited upon the gentleman to whom the note was addressed, and
was received in the kindest manner. He led him to speak of his
prospects, and asked why the letter had not been delivered before. My
poor friend then related how he had relied upon his talents, and
recounted all the misfortunes and disappointments which had befallen
him. Mr. Singleton seemed much touched by the recital, and begged him to
dine with him that day, and in the meantime he would think how he could
assist him. With expressions of gratitude Moreton took his departure.
The events of the party had better be told in his own words. “On
reaching Mr. Singleton’s house, I was introduced to his daughter, a
creature so lovely, that to gaze upon was to adore. Of the middle
stature, with a form of the most perfect symmetry; her face was oval,
with a complexion neath which the warm blood came and went, as warm
tints play upon the snow-crowned Alps. An intellectual brow, sad and
contemplative; with eyes of great beauty, bespeaking a depth and
intensity of passion, whose wildest fires were hidden, and were only to
be roused by the emotions of the soul. There was some unutterable charm
about every movement of her form or features which entranced me. I felt
at once that I had found my destiny, and therefore did not attempt to
place any restraint upon my feelings. I could not deny myself the luxury
of drinking in love with her every look or word. I felt myself urged
toward her by an irresistible impulse, and did not, therefore, attempt
to check it. In the evening, Mr. Singleton begged me to publish a song,
and dedicate it to him, and said that he should like me to overlook the
musical studies of his daughter. Had the proudest fortune been placed at
my disposal, it would not have inspired me with the deep joy this
privilege bestowed upon me. I should then be near her; should see her
often, and be blessed by a smile from those speaking eyes. The past was
all forgotten. The sorrows of my past life were all merged in dreams of
future happiness.
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