Graham's Magazine, Vol. XXX, No. 6, June 1847Various
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Graham's Magazine, Vol. XXX, No. 6, June 1847
Various
Literature -- Periodicals; Literature, Modern -- 19th century -- Periodicals
Here at once were scattered all her most cherished hopes. She had
hitherto looked upon life as a bright and happy dream, thinking but to
wake from it when the grave should have opened to her dazzled sight the
glories of our heavenly home. But now the veil was torn aside, and cold
deceit was placed before her view, which had hitherto only looked on
love and joy. To be thus suddenly awoke from the beautiful but
fallacious dreamings which our first love ever weaves around us: to have
the world with all its selfishness thrust thus rudely upon our
shuddering hearts, is hard indeed. No shock of after years can ever
equal its intensity. All the ties and pleasant memories that our past
life has created are at once severed; the past has no connection with
the present; one is all dream, the other stern and rugged truth. It is
not, then, to be wondered at, that so frail a thing as a woman’s heart,
under the feeling of her first and only love, should sink beneath the
disruption of all her fondest wishes. The idol she worshiped has been
unsanctified; its altar desecrated, and her heart lies shattered at its
feet, a useless sacrifice. And the same spirit which led her to give her
hand to another, to hide from the common gaze her hopeless sufferings,
was silently, but surely, undermining her health, and sowing the seeds
of that remorseless disease which in a few months removed her broken
spirit from its earthly travail. . . . . . .
The disease rapidly assumed a more alarming aspect. Physicians were
called in; they advised a change of climate, but at the same time feared
that nothing could save her life. She felt that hope was past, and
refused to leave her home. For the few months she lived, Ernest never
left her. The days were passed in performing acts of the tenderest
solicitude, and the nights in feverish slumbers, whose visions showed
him his Adeline in all her former loveliness, and pictured forth scenes
of deep and holy love, such as might have been his, had Heaven so willed
it, only to sink him deeper in despair by the contrast the waking truth
presented.
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