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Text for Page 227 [04-12-1856]

no longer a burden to that dear parent, and wishing
a home of her own.     This young girl marries a
ball room acquaintance, not for love, but as liking
none better, and only withheld from refusing him at
the last moment by an acute sense of shame.    It re-
quired no deep penetration, nor did it take long to dis-
cover her error.     Her paradise faded like morning
mist.     Where she had pictured delicacy and refined
feeling she found obtuseness and vulgarity.   In
place of that love her woman�s nature yearned for,
brutal lust only.   Jealous misunderstanding and un-
appreciation instead of affectionate confidence.    The
rosy fruit who gathered that seemed so fair upon
the tree was filled with ashes.      Becoming acquainted
with one who had the power to understand her,
whom she felt alas ! too late, she could love; in-
spiring in his bosom a passion at once self denying,
pure and ardent, what wonder if despair entered
in possession?    Strong as was her sense of duty,
she felt it impossible to make the husband the law
so tightly bound to her, happy, even at the sacrifice
of all hope but that of a speedy termination to
her misery.     I know my feelings were not of any
consideration, yet if I were uncertain before, I should
have been a hopeless vagabond now, dwelling on
the thought of that fair girl, sacrificed at the altar
of a miserable duty, without one cheering star ray               
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