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Text for Page 161 [09-05-1850]

              he till this heavy, heavy day, had hoped to make his wife.     And she had thought
over it in her heart, and during absence: � had prayed over it, and had concluded
that it was �not right� that she should become his wife.  Therefore was it that
she delayed returning, and that her letter was short and strange.   And this sad
morning he ([words crossed out]) got a parcel containing all his letters and 
loving gifts.  I had laughed that morning when at breakfast time his brother 
had jestingly spoken of his quitting the table without a meal, little anticipating
such result.     He had gone to the house, but had not gained admission to her
presence: then wandered to his place of business, and again to the house; and
this time had prevailed upon them, and seen her.   And all the long day had
he passed there, pleading as one only could in such case � but in vain.   On one
condition only would she be his friend; ( nevermore aught beside:) � that he
weds the girl he seduced.      He could not feel anger at her resolve; �
could not but love her the more, honoring the religion of it.  But [word crossed out]
what a loss! and that too when every thought had been indulged in relative
to what a brief month would give him.     How he had dwelt on it, reckoning
day by day till her return from Boston; � and this the result.   But he
would obey her: � yes he�d seek out this girl, and if she had remained
pure but for him, he would make her his wife.   It would be a [word crossed out] trial
to wed one who had been jested at, and low in station, but it was his duty,
and he would try and do it.                    I felt for him with all my heart
and did my best to console him.   We went out, he designing a call on the
clergyman, at whose Church he attends, to tell all, and have his counsel.
I left him there, and wandered on, musing how �even-handed jus-               
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