The New York Herald Newspaper, October 18, 1846, Page 1

Se ee Soe ar THE NEW/YORK HERALD. bamnhiere resemaectoctreeoteevarnes NEW YORK, SUNDAY MORNING, OCTOBER 18, 1846. le, | ven itself, Never has one impure thought sullied ite | main | expect I shall bavetogo with for his whole for | brightness ; it is filled with but one feeling, and that is | family seemed determined on it, and Mr.M. je particularh we | love, adoring, idolatrous love for thee! Oh, dearest, | anxio' 1 know not whatto make of it—I only know dearest one, grows withthe brightness of hea- | cannot receive a letter from you here. °Ti “moments, dearest. when I am so | without running the greatest risk and suppress my feelings. 1 cannot | mea dear, long, kind letter, sweet darling, wh ADDITIONAL PARTICULARS | yen. pany ty a et tdi that I Dow press those sweet to mine. then even speak . 1 am perfectly distracted— | meet, and oh, how I will | ‘ou for it! when I think they have made you despise me, God! have « horror or dread of him, and travel rt his RICHMOND TRAGEDY love, you know not how I to be meer , Dow that | so miserable, that very tears Fash unbidden to my - ae whither shall | go? {am alone, unprotects at aseere rotection is uwful to me. Then! prefer ine ata * | You ere suffering; now, were t prove | eyes. Oh! dear, darling, have not { suffered to Weowespay. | me. He whom | worshipped as my idol, as my angel, he rding house to Mra, ’«, but there I be | to you my tender, entire love. make me w: , perhaps forever, from one | Mrs. Mvers again protests her Love, and appoints to meet | has forsaken me—now there are none left. Dear one, you thrown with persons I care nothing about, and then I de | nurse 2 ee tree delight whom cere fea? ntl Is not tale misery, Hoyt the nezt day. i's ye made me Jove, Uferayem hate mate, me cling to shoul be dependent oo yeens boy gt phon gi A want, bad misory rat ou will make 5 t Dear darling —h« fully, bitterly di inte am | existence, now that yon forsake me, farewell, ye: and there are some yw wou! vantage More of the Intercepted Correspon i | that not one onil’ you, sweet love? | , dearest, I say, sai oeason, | again to-da agi ‘Joarvat! 1 feol arit 1 should die this | farewell, I dread not death, | hesitate not to end th it ing friends of Mr. Myers. There are objections to These hands should give you all; yes, all you wish. Ob! | you will not refuse; for when you see my life depends | day. My ' Tam dying to see you. Dear, dearest | wretched existence by my own hauds. God will have remaining ; and yet, dearest, I cannot leave you, and if Ru ‘Wednesday, 14th Oct., 1846. that I could now fly to you, press you to my heart, en- | on you, oh you hesitate. Dearest, since we | one, won't you write me this morning ? Yes, sweet one, | mercy on my soul, for he will forgive me for taking a 7 will not go with me, | must remain ; butif | remain The coat Saat Ca ee Te iT o'clock. bir, | citele you in the arms of tenderness and love ; to have | parted, | hare muffered pangs which have almost broxe | | know you will. Every word will comfort me so sweetly. | life I can no longer eudure. : may be compelled to go with Do, Ma; said that, to promise, he had thy dear head on thisarm , and soothe youto sleep | my heart’ Oh! Green | e, did you not see what I | Darling, you made me happy last evening b: uy ay ot | Dear beloved one, | have naught now to live for, and | love, tell me what | shalldo—for you know, dari taken these letters, and, astfar as was in his power th the words of sweet love, and then, while you slept | suffe.ed during oir w? 'T actaally was afraid | you atili loved me. Oh! could you know the joy those | Iam so miserable thet Ihave lost my very senses. By my happiness coreists in obeying your every. wish, rang according to date. (A Pics of let, | t@Dend over you, watch over you, pray for you, to kiss | should not have to reach my room. I had no | doar words give me, you would riot blame me for s0 often. | mys vial of laudanim, enough, thrice this is what | call devoted love. Only think, dearest. Sante Ces nae eer teeteliny tend te ake | those deat lips, while you would £5" to unconscious of | 0 nity of Tee! ygur dear note, for I was not | saying—"‘ Dearest, do you love me” As I have told you qnowgh to cause death. Only think how happy lam to | and tell mo what to do. I feel so weal, 40 late, Chat i | all; ; to en : ! y j st r I could not undergo atigu elling ; out date. ‘The defence desired that all should be read, | ell; to take thy deer hand aad hold it close in mine; to en. | alone & moment my what a ni before, ‘tis not that I doubt you. beloved, that I ask t in one draught, I can still the thro! of | fea Ko the fatigue of j | ’ ight I passed. 0 these arms around thy dear neck, and feel that { Oh! darling, thémext morning with what delight did | question—tis only the delight of heari Ou sa} this heart! I will do it oh! I can no longer live. | then I think of staying here all the time--but again, I ‘and to ad me 26, ee pillage SF din 8 Shee then held in my embrace all that | loved, all | adored; oh! | I read thy preciou: 3. with what ry were | I do love you.” "alter [left you yes! fA handed a Oa ae, cerptin if the writing | this would be bliss: able; the very idea | they pressed to the Oh, dearest, they made me | repeated to myself those magic words of thin Siirmative answer, proceeded to’ read the following, | ofsuch happiness inmost fibresof my soul. | so happy, for I am happy when t know you | what feeling of bliss did they not create in this bosom t Such be sound or erent Mr Hoyt We | Buea cual bs OR! mening sckeaa, Zot | ra eyigtd Laem? meneame (amo | Per dear anfel pion tn You nvm! tm Perec f own, a 1, idol iy now ona P, uly Tol lone m, a . ink of this, mine an; \, a never, never Give them as they were read in court :— nese and pain. and I cannot be beside you! I, who love | rable ; for, dearest, yor earth wi take from me the Precious treamures Oh God? mine own Oh, beloved, I kneel to you, | worshipped one, how I do love you. Inthat hateful let- wer, never desert me.— | ter, he says * What will you give him next 7—your vs ‘ ... _Wepnrspary, Dec.3. | you to such desperation; 1, who now would rush through | contain so happy a Mrs. Myers desires an interview with Hoyt at her own | even the pains of death to be near you, and yet I cannot. | | entreat you, pel . house. ently her first letter to him, What have I on this earth to make me happy ? Nothing | Oh, God, in that ho soul?” Yes, loved one, my very soul is yours—all, al God! I am deranged—actually deran; They at least think me worthy of being an inmate of ny ‘ours. I love you to perfection, idolatry—utter adoration. | from my hand. Oh, God, what wrete! their household. But, darling, forgive me—I have uttered tate to take, | Yes. 1 love you to distraction itself. (Continuation of Same.) words unfitting for me; | forgot how desolate I and I trust you will pardon the liberty I take in writi save thy dear oe thy own precious self, | when you forsake you, and the still greater liberty of begging the favor of | and loving you tillevery feeling of this bosom is ab- | for me, and! shall 5 Yoho Son patton emer othe eomoatiamenacne | sorbed the ope burning pasion, Wi ll thie, we are | ith my on hands GBaniatonce fr teormreiched, fr | Dear, dearurt daring. I entreat you never, saver Tresentoa’ Roane, | bow pier mameriy a noes, o Sete gestae, | us to see you on @ matter w importance 4 el y5 but oh! It | too w: for ™e to su earest » then 4 e i { mi 7 ! mysoli—a subject which you can readily imegine-and | eannot be: { will aot beljeve thot two beings, ao indie: | words are from iny Vary aoulvand' feel this inte be my | S2UFHS Reart eo devoted as mine. Oh! mine angel, uo | | My God! beloved, could you know what were my | Su Btci no l am all pure, all angelic. ‘They would eit if it were possible to explain myself by writing, | should | solubly united by the parest affection, should be sovered | fate, should you, my darling, desert on com Fakemon. oa yeas poor Vieginisy, Be beves yOu. | Teslings few hours alnce, 7 believe, what I | make me bolieve | was avery angel, so high do | stand Then, dearest, farewe! forever. Ere one hour, | have a motive in going to New York, which I cannot ved you so fondly | relinquish. What to do I know not. Do advise me, dear- st—pray God to now in days. I have in- ave mercy on my soul—for I must. die. fam ly to remain with them, but strength to drink it. Forgive me, I care not to accept; however, I am me, dearest ; oh, forgive me, for the sake o! * for they show me that there are some you, love you, till reason has left me. My God, me more worthy of tneir acquaint- ps this is the last word I shall i tandard of propriety—and daughters. 5 me Oh, deat- | loves you, loves you. How faint these words to express | have often told you, that 'I 4 do 40, and thus ‘ou the necessity of seeing me in | forever! Dear love, when | waite, or ovon think on this | ost one, with my ar ly twined around thee, with feu Werncidn bf thia heart, Deon 40 Daath | aeaevsiy vention tial | in their estimation; but I pray God’ always to keep me person, for I necessity may be an subject, it almost kills me, and this night [ am almost too | my lips pressed to I entreat you, beseech’ you, | {mot tein tate a don Lit acie) OR gee yen hell | death! Why, why wi thus low and humbled, and that I never may forget how ‘one to you. I know you will have some scruples as to | miserable for existence. | feel this instant | could wel- | always, always love. you remember the reason | mo, dear darling, you are faithfully mine, and you | poison? Why was it 1 wide, bat clas’ my God | thes been wittiarens oredeed my , but i Sa your kindness of heart, and I | come death, op pooteeals wretchedam I. I fear| shallbe | Ihave given you (em this fear I have that you may have done what ven cannot do for me—you Y ope that you might still love “ase hy beni 4 will tall vou, keenoch tiie teat know not be in vain. If you will be 40 | ill to-morrow: for | cannot close my eyes in sleep ; all 1 | change towards me; Iisa painful subject to refer to— | Kappy. Your aweet, precious hote hat been me cling to life. Deprived of that love, death has not | joxever,, Dearest, | wilt tall you something if you prom. kind as ak yet Pa ag Mg eral Ef my me os ears will have mercy en my soul, for tis | yet sah, BY = I exhort you. do bd aaa these fond lips. Oh, my God, beloved, why say you ° | one sting. Thave fered #0 intensely today that I was Sse vee men ‘The last night was in alone, will you, words, stan- , torn « u ve been ied | miserable when I love you better than my own soul. | compelled to take an opiate, Under the plea of violent i Fach entestow ny apennpbertis fk neriargh hone @ ea y for the mom: —but remember what hes | Doubt you dearest!—No!” My actions proverto youl do | hesdache. Ihave tlept for'several hours, and this in fawn, you ryt riggs Re enh dada ENG ee Rin ease af yore Orble wa for See Sets oy Furpar, 11 o’clock. dit. The im , unutterable, burning love | not , my dear angel, of all I feel for you, and | some degree calmed the excitement of feeling. Last | {vont was imrcstitie ter her tr got, On mee dopey Ihave degeried to send it, aring you might blame me| Again this mo: behold me writing ‘to you. Dear pure, exalt Yea! in the presence of | then you know I do not doubt you. I swear to you I do night, I did not even close m: , and this bodily | ou Sustantly said,“ Do allow me the exquisite for so doing. | Yet, whon you know the cause, I am sure | one, I am #0 ' can do nothing but write. I pray | heaven itself, I wo that this bosom is as free | not doubt you. Kiss me, mine own love, and tell me {exhaustion has augmented the miseries of my | You imstantly sald, "Do allow me the exquisite happiness you will pa re wee ae cen” pate eee from Wal ae oe ere PS searest you know I never can doubt you. Oh! dearest, you are | mind. When oo ogee of Parleat agony may not write you ? ‘twill be such happiness pay to honor, I need aay no more. Altho T have not the | love, Ihave never had these feelings before. ™y God! #0 kind to me: my heart is full of gratitude to thee, and | come over me, really leve, for the time | write to one {who hus elicited from me feelings 1 never oh God! howjovertlowing with love. To-morrew, dear- | being, 1 have not my senses; and I really fear now to who has. iL est, you shall vee I doubt you not As I am so anxious | be left olone. I tremble lest, from the desperation of RET eee eaten se, conmennd 700, Bet & ee to see you, 1 am coming at half pe eleven o'clock. May | sorrow, I may in a moment of rashness put an end to my say one word. Think whi your lings ‘would be to Ielovel Plosse say yes, for | ais dying to see you, | own existence. I tremble when | think what is to be | Peycotthiv of men Mone are. th sweet one. Oh, dear, dearest, if you could read this | my fate in this world. Oh! dearest, if you could look | would be. ‘This person said to iri ee heart, how you would love your Virginia—one so |in this heart, and seo how wretched, how perfectly | Nye of seeing what effect it woalt Conlt yon worthy of yeu—worthy only in one respect—that of | miserable | am, you would pty, me. There does not Othe tenderness and devotion of his m: a. deepest devotion. beat in the breast of mortal a heart so broken, #0 lacera- | Seu'wonld have janner, I may ride this ning, and now, darling, one request; | ted as mine You know, beloved one, all my trials, and love; but then See. have one kind look, Sh lo not blame me for being wretched—for, oh, God ! a your acquaintance, yet believe me, am one | do they not speak to you of worship, idolatry? I'am in of your sincere nds, for 1 can never | a perfect state of excitement till t reahiue your letter. forget the kindness have shown me, and only hope | Nothing can picture to you m: anxiety. I am almost at some future day it ‘may be in my pores to return it. | beside myself, Oh! that. dear letter, may it tell me you I send this by my Brother ofcourse is ignorant of the | are better, and thus send one feeling of happines to a ly wretched, that it is im- a eens penpen. ti is | shor Waesnioey Tem | trons raort Prete Sot my Wa reer, ly evade oy plain in vol 5 jon e strongest 'o give you of my love. Yeste: , can only evi com| ot uainted with you, and.therefore gladly obliges me by | when I reed your last note, taying you woul not be | tion. Alas ‘could reel thie the ering this to you. 1 beg your forgiveness, | able to come Here on Saturday, | resolved by some means there the that affects both mind and assure you I am always your frien: ho} by it de- my heart; you know fing has been concealed of you, and is as pure, gs reed with me he was desperstel #0 Tich—we none of us could re ied, “ ink this of Mr. Hoyt, you do not 7 to defer my Aeparture fer a few da: My family were startled at m; ‘ bel at look will be heaven to me; it wili 0 hope, save the hope of death. Dearest, | pra: rates patie . VIRGINIA M——. | lay 1 sould be able to have one appearance, “and from all I a le sad hours till we meet. you forgive ine for having’ thought for « moment that pbs me im othes wealth fie Nes tee ach ws ray a “ room, consecrated by so many happy associai with | deepest, tendorest sy: My health is slowly but ye what | have suffered lat you ceased to love me. On yesterday | thought you bleness of feeling for this” Of course, I was to be ban- Mrs. Myers desires another interview. thy ‘dear self, mine own love. 1 cannot bid you adieu | surely declining ; and all persons with whom | am ing e truth when I say for th were cold towards mo, but perhaps, because | was suf | tered about taking your part so warmly. What my feel- My dearest friend :—Now, don’t scold me for | anywhere save here, for | have so much to say to you, | constantly associated do )beerve: » yet to | mights if have not slept two hours, and since Mon fering so much, I may have wronged you even by think- | ings were they could not see, but you keow well, dear- what I am going to write you. This m I received | that I long fora few hours of perfect seclusion and pri- | others, from whom | have pepare most appe- | morning I have not tasted a morsel of food. But, ing so. Forgive me, for I was sohappy that I have longed | gf what thes-were, and it ia’ but natural | sheuld have 2 note from the with whom I'am to go visiting, say- yal morning | entreated Mr. M—— only to wait | rent. To no one have | my sil save to | est, now I trust theso terrible, awful sufferings are over, | in that hour of sorrow, for every proof of aftection. | these feeli ont would have the very same. Dearest in toe me, she would prefer m: on | till edpardsy for I really felt too sick to leave home | dear L——. 1 have wept tears as | have told her | for’ now [° know you still love me; and now | am happy, | felt that your dear words of love alone should support rt of this*iotee has been written in tears; they are londay instead of Tuesday, ae we had intended. “ed on Monday. At first he positively refused, saying 1] all. She feels for me the Compassion, s0evsey and, dearest, won't you be happy too ? for, loved one, if | my sinking heart, and I knew your dear voice lone Roly ones, shed for you. Read this letter, dearest, ere mon cher amie, won't you come Tuesday 7 Because, if | should go on that day. Dear love, it was a great strug- | one must who knows my 's. Dearest, this letter | you are miserable, 1 am so too. Therefore, sweet dur | could revive in my soul the springs of life But, you retire to-night ; also one particular one I wrote you ‘ou cannot come that day,T will excuse my self to her— | gle to my own pride to beg and entreat a man thus, who | must convince you how d Tove you, for you know ting, kiss me, and say you will be happy. To-morrow, ling remember, I did not blame you; you were given to | \ hilo waa'here, You may remember it, for it was for on no account on earth would | lose the pleasure of South ins oo chielly, But oh! dearest, what would not! | the difficulties { have to ei , in w and | when we ‘meet, won’t you meet me with a smile,and | understand 1 was unworthy of you, and could I then | written in the despair of love, when I was so Ww seeing you. But you will come, won’t you? I had an- | dogfo see you once more? He at Jength told me | sending it, but | cannot live I write you, tell | then, then , then! shall be so happy. ou for gesting to love so unworthy an object?— | that life itself was almost taken. Will you read it, just ticipated so much delight on seeing Monday, that I | there was but one condition on which he would remain, | you how fondly Lam yours. ‘and myself have fix. 1 shall come to-morrow if it ale torrents. I cannot | But, oh! darling one, believe this of me. This life shall | ere yeu retire ? 1 ask it as an pecial request. Dearest, cannet now bear to give up this happineve, and 1 will not, | He woula stay until Wednesday, if I promised what he | eda plan b which I A Fe ) letter to , and re- | be disappointed again of my own dear kiss. prove to you 1 am worthy of thee. Dear love, only see | wilf it not prompt you to send meakind note tomorrow? unless you promise certainly to come Tuesday. asked! Good God! when he named the condition, my | ceive one in answer it the it risk or . Bedi ow I adore thee ; every action of this life shall’ con- Dear love, write me exactly as you feel, and then it will This Voatzopement of one day. seams very, very long | blood wes chilled in my veins—for a moment I could danger. Oh! dearest, how! youhere. The Tuunspay. | vince you of the truth of the devotion, the purity of | make me cither happy or miserable, With youitrests.§At to me, and 1 do hope it may seem so to you, for that | not Ob! dearest, it is a most frightful, awful ener f looks so beautiful, and {90 oftenthink how de-} Mrs. Myers lamente her fate in being already Married. |this heart. Oh! dearest, once more let me entreat 1 o'clock to mozrow. Does not this deserve a long " would be fying indeed. Never , come, dear | condi to and to yield, is like Yielding up all my | lightful it would be sf I could one vos here with from you, mine own dearest love, my only | you, implore you, to love me. ‘Tis my all, ’tis| wit you ever have patience to read this volume? 4 friend, on iy, and we—at least, [—will be so woman’ Bri —all my delicacy. You can imagine the | me. What sweet walks we would together; and | happiness. is to think of you every moment, and write |my very breath. Oh! to know that you love me yes! for thfrom a loving, true, pure heart. able and happy! won’t we? All Monday I shall be ere learest. 1 cannot write it. Dear love! though | then, too, what delicious moonlight#ambles—all alone— | ali these gear thoughts. Darling, feel aad, sad; to. | —to hear it from thy sweet lips; to see it in those 4 ig thinking of of seeing you ; and I hope time | [ shuddered such aproposel 1 promised it, ntfonbnay *twould be the perfection of bliss. Bd eloquently in | day for fhe lasthour, 1 have been all alone weeping— | dear eyes-—those eyes more eloquent than words. This, ‘The followin; uppesed to be the letter Mra. Myers may pass gate y till our meeting. Don’t laugh at this | to perform it will be like death; for dearest, I knew if | | such a scene could | discourse of my love for you ! and yes! weeping over a fate as dark, av gloomy as mine— | this is my happiness, and what trouble, what suffering, | refers to in the above, and which she so strongly i have written it fresh from my heart, and as | left Monday I might not see you but once, perhaps not | how my heart would heat with rapture tohear the bless: it is for your own partial eyes (1 hope so) I must beg| at all. If , lw see you. ‘this, and this | ed words of affection from thy precious ps! Oh! dear your parden—but just the same towards you as an own | only, decided me; for, oh, mine own one, 1 would give | love, will the day ever come when we ‘be perfectly aister—am I not? “Do come— if you don’t I will scold | up all on earth to see you. Loved one, if i could you | happy? The decision rests with you— ther in deer one, do not know all I have to make me | would be too high a price for thy love? Oh! dearest, so 's eeanlag ; ! Daceer “icayost; only sce how I am situated in this | long as you love me I care for nothing olse—oh {darling, | °° Ho5t's reading before he retired for the night :} world—bound forever, to a man who does not hesitate to | can you ever desert one who reyes as I do? Dearest, Sarunpar, 5 o'clock. tell me he cares no! for me; troated alas! my God | when I dwell on the deep exalted feelings of this heart, | My God! my God! what am I notsuffering! Agony, you. the condition, then you would indeed prize the love ad power. Darling, | am hoping evagy day for the | only knows how cruelly. The affection of my father, | Which no language can express! Tcannot merely say, 1 | yes, tenfold agony. May ! not still call you dear, I cannot keep your servant waiting for my answer, hich prom; me to yield fe, a ime to be fixed for my return. Of cot = ii a | love you: no! it thing more than love ! ? for, oh, in ti it meaning of those thou; UeaeeL, ‘pa IF 1 coud waite seater pooh des She mangoes ee “aay ber pa) pty he: tined y arse he regulates | mothor, all my family alienated from me—living in this | love you: no jomethin; n Jove! more even | love ? for, oh you are so in the fullest me ° |, nay wretchedness, and yet not one hope in than idolatry—'tis a feeling [ cannot describe; but tis a | words. Y lear one, | must speak with you now, the aire can look for no relief, save that of death— | sort of worsl each hour liable to be turned from this my hag ae and cast uponfthe world's perfect outcast—oh, rest, was ever woman so lost, so wretched. Ah! beloved, | thy of you. Mine could you see me in these moments when I suffer so | adoration, that my deeply, ah! how you would pity me. Dear, dear love, th my destiny is a dark and drear one, yet in th own one, Theve such @ haven, how can I com) moments of sorrow, that I long for ey head pn thy bosom, and het thee breathe away th from . Dearest, , that Tiny ery ‘presence, cen tranguilize’ my mind, | only being { love, it is but natural I should cling to yo ‘tie almost breaking, ond how heavenly ‘tis to feel | with such fondness. such tenacity. Darling, | am so Wetnennecis and protecting spirit over Oh, | erable when away from you, that hours actually deat, dear love, what power you "opie over ‘mine— u Cal joe ead al ing me the heavenly words, that you still love me. Oh! | heart to inflict this wound "Ob, dearest, let not these , my beloved one, for your precious words. ou many times ere I leave, and will we not | 1 can be happy with no one elso save yor T have just read and kissed, oh! you know, fervently. | hi : one parting here? Oh!’ this will recom- What are friendethe whole world Nes Come, on Monday at 12 o’clock, instead of 1 pense me for all | have done; and God knows how much | ‘Tis avery blank. The earth, o'clock, as I first wrote you. I seel so miserable that it is | {t is. Deer one, you say will not I come to you to-mor | ready, willing to give u, Ro enjoyment for me to go tojthe theatre; yet, dearest, 1 | row ? Yes, sweet one, that I will, and I would walk so | dearest; ony say, shall will to-morrow night, i! only to rest my eyes on your | long as I had strength to do so, just for one kind word | nal happiness? ark, doar face, and with one glance tell you how wholly I | from those dear lips. I would not be willing for you to | soon be called away, so { must close this. letter w love you, Do not come in our box till about the middle | come to me to-morrow, for dear one, I would not | have written with such happiness But not before I of the ballet, and then you can remain till the close, but | have you suffer any fatigue, any exertion. No, not for | give you my petting request. | want you, dearest, do not go to the carriage with me. Adieu, dearest—only | worlds; and dear one, I fear you thought me ‘unkind | send me adear letter by Saturday’s mail. Now, in order time to say, Your precious. esterday, in asking you to come to the parlor. 1 know | for it to reach meon that day, you must mail it on Thurs- — it was wrong; but, dearest one, forgive me—I knew ot | day afternoon. Don't forget the time—for | would not Farpay Mornina. | what I asked. I was perfectly out of my senses when I | be disappointed for all on earth, darling. I entrest you, Mrs. Myers declares in glowing terms the extent of her | wrote you; for love, misery, ull, have nearly taken my’ | send me a long, sweet letter, for ’tis all that can sustain affection for Hoyt. reason from me. Dearest one, I read your note—it will | me in this ead. darkeabsence. Tell me every feeling of Dearest one, J can never, never Li Rg enough for | either send misery or gladness to the heart of your de- | thy blessed bosom. Mr. M. says now, we shall leave on your last kind, sweet letter—oh ! it isthe dearest, most | voted Your note has indeed sent misery to my | Monday the 29th, and be in Richmond the next ip, of intense olay which exceeds the | openly, freely, for, oh, I can ae, endure the ago- imagination. Darling, if you wouldonly | nizing suspense, this torturing anxiety. If there should then you would know I was wor- | be ene word here to give you pain, i darling one, 1, f love you to that degree of | forgive, for you know not the withering anguish which in your hands—with you it rests | is consuming my inmost soul. Rather, beloved, than thy love taken from me, then, | give you one pang, I would sooner die. Therefore, dear- member these words, and member this, and pardon a poor, forsaken, heart. Dearest angel, ‘tis this | broken woman. Darling of my very life, I now kneel to it almost kills me—and | you. I entreat you in the name of mercy, to be candid feeling thus, when you | with me Oh, deceive me not, as 1 now stand on the in this world, and as the | very brink of perdition. Tell me, I implore you tell your feelings changed towards me? From your remark and cenduct this morning, I inferred this —that you felt your feelings bad undergone a change. You almost feared tl fect this int nce have on me, and you could not find it in your ‘ich darling, you recollect that yuv are my poor | days, and since yesterday appears an eternity—on to: me | morrow—God grant I may get a dear note from you te ; h : y. 1 precious let you ever wrote me. | do love you so | heart. God only knows now what will bec f me. shall write you in answer to your letter, and when shall | meet you? For heaven let it be instant- | feelings det: ‘ou fro: wards me candidly — Jauch for tonding me these dear words—I clasp. them to | canvot write dearert. All can say, is to bog, toomeat | very day we reach Richmond, and ale are | St Bat gett ene t of thee, {y, instantly, for this absence ‘almost tekes from me life | Decelve me not. I uppreciste, dear ope, your kod, 7, bosom an wives Yon egain and again, for making me | of you tosee me to-morrow, [ask itin the name of mer. | time for our meeting immodistely on our arrival. Ishall Bey ange e fley tin itself. {left No. 18 at a most nnfortunate moment, | fear, | noble heart which prompts you to act thus.” This, loved one, { do think you are the | cy, in the name of love. I shall be there precisely at ye so much to tell you, sweet one ; and, oh! won't it e 50 dearest, ate sweetest being on this earth, and J do | haif-past 12 o’clock; and oh! God grant we may meet.— lelightful meeting? You can never know how I do For all the treasures earth can bring.” aba to me your true nobleness of chi for observed several persons in the room oppo ist Piso ave always Known you to possess. But, dear love, I whose faces I could not distinguish from my vei! love you more than ell the world—why tell you ¢ Not strength forone word more—miserable past ex) parted from you. My only hope that supports ! servant in the Rotunda. Now, | am afraid they will speak | connot remain in this state of bitter, awful suspense. Ob, deat one, for you will not believe me, s¢you say Ihave | rience, pam CAPS" | me, is thin. trust ore long to be erever your's. { heve | purely nus, Sesee Salah core Nes eet, tease hag | of it, for of course, they had seen the Jooy tried and | could you know the very anguish 1 em now’ enduring, loved so often—and you always seem to doubt the truth —_ determined to spesk freely to my mother of my unhappy | thee.’ Others me giveyou other inducements and can | then my coming out fooked suspicious 1 wished I | you would at least pity me, poor wretch as 1am. Doar. of this heart'sdevotion. Loved one, promise me just to Saturpay Morning situation.§Do you think it will be best? Kiss me, sweet | offer you far richer at’ for dar] Tam a poor, hed remained a few minutes longer; then I might | est, tlis ie a subject I cannot speak on, and, therefore, I listen to a few words I am going to say to you. Dearest, | Mrs. Myers regrets her intended departure and conse- | darling, and always believe | am your own, your de- | desolate, forsaken creatu! I can give you, sweet | have left unobserved. Do, darling, try every way | write. Oh, my God, loved one, let me not remain long Ido believe that there nevor was a woman had such quent separation from Hoyt. voted, your unchanged lo Mine own angel will send isa pure, true heart. A heart rich in the trea- | nd ascertain if anything has been said by the ser; | inthis state of egony, or else | am lost forever. Feor not feelings as I have for you. I believe my love for you is | I know not why it is, but I feel sad this morning—I long, kind letter then when we meet,I will of sflection, a heart overt with love, idolatry | V8nts, fortis them I fear. I can only hope you did not | to tell me, dear one, for when all have deserted me, God human Deurest, I love you better "than | have been thinking all night of the bitter word, well, ive him thousands of kisses. I love you, dearest, with for'thee and only the; mine you réject this ?.] Come out the same door | did, for \did you, of course it | willtake me to himself. Think not, dearest, 1 will com+ my own I love you better than Heaven. | which I am soon to breathe to you. Oh! dearest! what | my heart, soul, miad—all, all is yourg. Will youalill re- | On no’ Love, deur love, tell me ‘and again, No! | ave rise toremarks. However, I trust, these are only | plain, or reproach Jou, No! no! i cannot. 1 will not Good God! I love you till my more w- | will become of me in that eaa hour? 1 pray God to sup. | jectit?. No! no! dearest one. no! oh! dearest oh! how beautiful ia the affection ex- fears—but should yon find that anything has been | Dear one, ‘tis my fate to be desolate, and, ob, my God, erful, more absorbi: than ever existed in | port me then, for without His support, I must Oh! | [On the outer, or last page of the above, the followi heart has but one, one rious, beautiful, | dear love, it makes ine so poll I cannot | was found :—" Let the handwriting imitate that of lady sionate—Love—but dearest, why is it you will fot | bear to think of it. Oh! that I could remain here, | Direct to Mrs. Wm. R. Myers, Alta Vista, near Warren lieve these words, frosh from a pure heart? Oh! dear | dearly loved one—you do not know how | suffer—| P O., Albemarle County, Vi est, you do not know how miserable it makes me when | only Ley darling, that I have to separate from you doubt my allection ; I feel that 1 have nothing but | one much dearer than my own lite. Oh ! is not this sepa- Auta Vis proves wi give 708. aS mi i believe a and then zation wane anes th—end I shall not that dear ye Nae a Hoyt not to write to her at her you have not per foct confidence in m: remem: | face for so long. Perhaps never again. t, | know ‘ather’s, lest it excite suspicion, ai ber you do not love me, aa 1 would wish you to lov i m1 naa pad eet 2 retry See inti | how ew , you had best endeavor to explain it away—I think | help me ere! perish. It is not strange, dear one, that ete asty, oe tity aoe dite ae save ‘of | it strange the door should have been tried twice, and I | you should charge towards me. No! no! for 1 am too tire! felaspitto my own as iny all, and God grant 1 | should like you to find out the m so inquisitive. 1 | poor and miserable and desolate for any one to love— may always have it in this close embrace. am almost airaid to go to 4; for Tam s0 aptto meet | much less Dear darling, precious one, on Saturday at 12 o'élock, | Martha; however, dearest, | leave it to you to make the Lam in paradise once—Till I meet you there, beloved arrangement, but I beg you will use all means to find o one, how can | blame you idol, farewell, out if ar has been said, as I feel very anxious to | for changing? No! no! dearest, | blame you not. Deer sare R w. {cannot but regret I left at the time I did; how: | one, I only pray to God that he will show you how I ing like thine own dear self. No one, no very — in this wide world has for- ! » June 16, 1846, not how it but I feel as if I should never return here him-at the Exchange Hotel, on her return to Ri . - \«_ | ever, no one may have recognised me through my veil. | love you. Ihave no powertodo so. But, darling, won't See, darling, one reason [ love you so devotedly is thi —never m . Oh, God! cen this fate be | I wrote you, mine own dourest one, by the lave mente Dearest, only one word to say Tania unal You'ean find out, surely: Oh! aearest, if To not soon = sometimes think of me? Think of all I have suf. have perfect unwavering confidence in you, and when | mine! Oh on me, and spare me and in that letter i begged you to send m horseback to-morrow evening; now avout susset,remem- | #¢¢. you, I know not what will become of me. Again, | fered, and at least may I know I have thy pity. That you tell me any thing I would as soen doubt Heaven, as | this agony e you, each retura. e that, | have thought ber to lock for thi 5 Vincixia. | atling, I beseech you, let it be the first moment it is | will be one sweet drop in the bit er cup ef sorrow which doubt you, precious ove, and this is just the way you | the sad moment of our adieu—thi a _ berately, and fearing there may your dear letter, | now write you, you had best not write at all. You, risk in receiving my darling, to say learest one, who Directed to Mr. Hoyt, Exchange Hotel. | for loving you as | do, absence is insupportable. | I have drained to the very dregs. Ha’ must feel towards me, dearest, Have entire faith in me, | it cannot be. Oh! dearest, what in the nam ‘rom the loss of rest and opium together, my head aches | suifered nothing, abandoned nothing for oh! darling one of my love, | know I am worthy of | have I done to deserve so bitter a destiny as min I ee rthee? Oh, a Tvrsvay, 3 o'clock. xo badly thet! Write no more till to-morrow. Dear | | have given up the world for thee | have it—give me, dearest, one sweet kiss, and tell me you | Loving one to perfect idolatry, and yet not permitted to | know how devotedly | love you, kuow full well what love, won't you Kise-your poor, poor Virginia, and say | till | can love nought else b . I bave no other will never, never aguin, doubt your devoted Virginia. 1 be always near him. Oh dear, dearest ore, [cannot | (ial this has boon to me, for {had antipsted, with such | rept Feieee returned: dear love, and | wotild fain seek | erm rT ern a Poe God but thee. To none but thee have | bowed down speak truly, my cherished one, when I now swear to| write this morning, I {eel so sad, so dispirited. You | bappiness, the arrival of your precious letter, and now | mine own and only one, yet I cannot. My feeli (Continusation bf Same.) and worshipped. Thy bosom is mine altar, and now | Jat fiat (Mave never had a feeling for a haman being | know not my feelings, but would’ to God you might | to be disappointed. Ah! mine own one, belicve me, it 1 4 ite. 1 feel as if a Triisssie, — | offer up mysell » saorifieg to thee. Ob, Ged, dense. 5 like those Ihave for you. Be it love, idolatry, adora- | know them. Soon, dearest of my soul, we meet—then | has been a great struggle ; but | only hope it will result most distracted; all I can do is to p Alas! dearest, this morning Iam s9.sad 1 cannot write. | love thee, love t! A hast drank tion, of one thing I am sure, that i never felt for another | one glance from those dear eyes will make me feel happy. | for our tuture pleasure. There would be such danger, mercy on one of the most wretched crea- | Ijcannot account forjthese fits of deepest melancholy, ou art more to me then what I dofor you. I may have believed I loved ethers, | Yes, { shall be happy with you, but, alas! sway from dearest, for it might fall in other hands, and did I receive | tures living. Would to God you could look now in this | which almost drive me mad, but "tix my fate, and cannot vest me but good God! what were those sensations compared to | you, how utterly miserable. Dear one, farewell—one | it | would ,be questioned closely as ‘to whom it came heart, and read there it as! how would | struggle against it—darling, I am moment suffe: , misera- what I now feel! Then it was a calm, quiet, sober feel- | sweet kiss your Virginia gives you. Remember, they | ‘fom. There are a thousand risks to run, which | didn’t ing —indifferent, I may say. Now, ’tis raging. ike a storm | are given to none poi ate davoied love! ¥ | think of for the moment ; but sirf€e I have reflected and <n conversed with cn the subject, I have come to the that lam overpowered; it flashes | The following letter was written by Mrs. Hoyt from | Conclusion you must not write me here. lectric shock Throngh my seul. Oh, God! it | Alta Vista, the residence of her father, in All rle | __ When we meet, darling, I will explain some things to ove what in the name of | county, Virginia. It is in reply to this letter that Hoyt’s | you, which I cannot weil put on paper, and then you how can I believe for epistle of the 18th June, elready published by us, was | Will see the necessity of my acting in this manner, for, meanest, that am aver fared caer. fps 1 P. written :— cova ay noth: never in my wholé ‘suc! ings aa I now hav Auta Vista, June 13, 1846, rom the beloved pi re of reading your dear letter. What passion it was I felt before | know not, but what || Mrs Myers declares how unhappy she is, separated from | Oh! sweet one, your letter would hesemate me so hap- feei now ia love—yes, love in its purity, its strength, in | Hoyt—Entreats him to fly with her, and requests him | py, and cheered me so much inthis absence. Alas! how its deep, unutterable adoration. Oh! dearest, if you to write. itis to say you must not write, tor now, separated could but read this heart 5 ou would know I never loved | it has been but three cays, my own belo: you, I am so utterly wretched, miserable, for before. Dear one, ‘ou still doubt me! oh no! no! | we parted; but in that brief time, alas! | fearing you do not love me. Ol! that | could receive you cannot ; only, think of every action, and how can | years of misery—sutlered, my one assurance of affectionfrom you What joy would it you Wubt me? Oh mine own, my only one, | now in | half of itexpress. 1 told you, not bring to my poor heart. But, mine ang: will al- the presence of God, swear to you, | have ne’ possible for me to write to you ; but am actually so mi- | Ways believe you love me. When | for an instant think dearest hae my heart been given to another, I now 0 wretched, that m life depend: writ- | you may change, my very bosom is rent with agony. will make a holy sacred promise, and you must never, | ing to you, my angel . and T feel that { cann Oh! could you see me in those moments of fear and for one instant, doubt the faith, the perfect love, which | existence unless I can i % 1, came to me. ‘our bosom yearn tow forsaken by the | more ihan I can tell you ;1 only hope and pra; Gel, ble, wretched, thou, dear angel, can Whole world, and 80 utterly wretche: a 2 ‘our dear note Vain’ ant este tue. ode ‘hot | bidst me live, and, oh, when thou told’st me of love, then " po leave yesterday prevented by | then was this being made new. | lived, as it were, Ip a Wroxespay. | sickness. The attention | World of joy, o! te ig emyiw the ae nee a Mrs. Myers threatens to destroy herself. to him. 1, with my own hands, supplied every | monthaT known t! rm ae wer boy ve % I wrote you, dearest, the above lines on yesterday— | want, fanning, and watching him, ‘while he slept. | ever dreamed it was possible to Bo, ice whee eae hep. they speak to you of agonizing emotions. Last night | Every thing that affection or kindness could dic- | Pines is there tham thy Jove 1 | Oh, can ore Want alsereble, hours of waking sorfow! I ha tate, was dono by mé with tenderness, and if I was | "ever forget all your ‘eo bv is closed my eyes in sleep; and this morning I am so vile as he represents me, must not my heart be | wrtched, forsoken. you Were the dear one who af exhausted from suffering—yet it ia impossible for me to | pure when it thus returns good for evil. Oh! dearest, | me h»ppy. You taught me to love life, for you made that support life this live-long day without meeting you. Oh, | could you be with me every moment, see all_ my actions | life a heaven. Forget it? No: ndte'n in death. Dearest, dear, dear, dearest one, I cannot picture to you my mis: | of kindne>sand tendenessto those who show me naught | When | have so often asked you if you loved me, it was ery—it is' now overpowering, overwhelming. 1 can | but unkindness, then dearest, | know you would love me; | 2t because | doubted thee, but those very wo _ no longer endure it—it must kiil me. Dearest, what | it would be impossible for you to do otherwise; | only | thy lips, 1 love thee,” gave me such fe of rapture, moments of suffering were those passed yester- | long.sweet one, for you to know me as! am—I want you | for | cannot know too often of my bliss. This, oie, day—it chills my very blood to think of them. | toreadevery feeling of this pure bosom, and then I me so often say, ‘‘slove, do you love me!” But, Dearest darling, you did not love me yesterday. | know you are mine, mine forever, dearest. I must cease | dearest, why dwell on those sweet eoaenee, Te eame* Your manner was so changed towards me that I could | writing, for | find those feelings coming back upon me, | '¥ of which almost drives me mad? Now, dearest, not fail to observe it. You were actually cold towards | which almost made me seek deatu, yesterday. Oh! they ae ee eee frankly, > he expected; he wa ole day did 1 devote but necessity should debar me doubt, you, dear one, would pity me, for words cannot is this 1 are so terrible, so fearful—I am shudder iny em, rompts this vow: 1 swear to ‘you, loved ono, from this tell how I sulfer,—Tro Know all the ugony I then endure, rety affection irom yeu, to eneble | tearent. Will'you notpray God to tive me seremee tg | had rather ‘be relloved of this awful and die, our | am wholly, entirely] yours; not even one thought ; e the bitter tears coursing my cheek. feel | me to support life; and now, in this hour of my egony, | resist them? What, if in one of those moments, | should | for there in the grave, at least, is Tob shall bo given to another—every atom, every mite of | man heart to contain such burning, fervent, unbounded | the convulsive throbbings of my heart. I know not why | would you desert me? ‘Would you, too, my oxly ioved | destroy myeel{? oh, that | neve again could bo alone, | dearest, I will blame you for deserting « poor being so love, glowing in this heart, is yours, and only yours. | love—pacsionate, fervent, far beyond the power of lan- | it ix, dearest, but since 1 parted from you, I have been | one leewe ins, f You, the only being who | for | tremble for the consequence. Dearest, you know | utterly unhappy. If you are still mine own, My life, from this day, shell be exclusively devote | to guage to express, Oi: ‘dearest, how do 1 long for | tormented by tu you—the object of every » action, word, shall be to | words to tell you how I love you: for | am sure, did you | sleep, they have sc make me more abd more wor ghee 3 I shall act in | know all the idolatrous* love of this bosom, you would | aad | ha all things, as! know you would wish me act. were we say | doserved all, all of your blessed affection—an aftec- | bade yo united in the sight of man, for 1 can never forget that I | tion to me more pre more necessary to life than | one, you will cease to love made me cling to thi so, and you bring to this beart the vei ou withdraw from me en from me, then, the: Jtogether desolat fears. They have kept me from lly made me too wretched for life, never suffered as much as [ have since I jeu ; and the reason is, raid, dear My God, were this to be wretched existénce, would | not how awful these feelings ry eur Diesred support. You ta- res me ate iy to Hes Iryos pros see te fiet: jay ut, rey! 4 pet night !am I utterly forsaken! | me this week I shall puta letter in i ce for you on ‘ es, dearest, are vod not my all | Friday afternoon Darling love, let me write jee, for | heaven 7 take you from me, and that will give me in this wide world? My family, my triends, have each | you know not what a comic Oh! mine own one, | *ome relief. ‘The only thing that | loved, oh, s it am your wife, save in the empty ceremony, for our affec- | the very air I breathe ; fo: could not live without | my fate, what in the name of Heaven would become of | one proved false to me, and would you, too, mine angel ? | darling angel, | am miserable, wretched, that I Tis ” tion unit oe Oh! how close! Never shall liv- | air, in the same way I should die deprived of thy dear poe I shudder at the thought ot such a thing. Oh! |} Ah, vest tenfold agony isin the fh reflection. But, koow fot IIT shall ive to see you in on this earth; 4 Sunpay, 6 o'clock. ing man tot these lips which I have consecrated to | love. It is impossible for me to survive as | now am y lov in ond again, is | dear, adored one, you despise me, | cannot blame | it seems that | cannot support thi of anguish. [| Mrs. Myers again reproaches Hoyt for his attentions to you. Mey ae sacredly yeurs—you have imprinted on | longer - I cannot, cannot live without thee always be- your aud spare me, you, forthey tell you 1am unworthy of you—they tell Oh! perhaps, heaven may have mercy on me another lady. thom the holy, pure kiss of effection, and never, never | side me. Oh! dear love, tell me how it is that you can | loves you to such pertect adoration that the power lo you [ possess naught to make a woman beloved; and, why will you not wrest me from all God of mercy! give me a to write you what I dear love, it may be you believe them. You may spurn sufferipgs, and make me happy, happy? But, dar-| have this day heard. Now all is |, and me, cast me from you as @ being altogether worthless, | ling, forgive me;, 1 know not what . God grant your | now I understand why you made those remarks to me on yet I will not utter one complaint—no, doarest, 1 will precious words may chase sorrow from the heart of | Satnrday— rks which rent my heart iatwein. To- Dever reproach you Rejected and spurned, yet 1 must | your VIRGINIA. | day I have heard all. Ihave not time to write fully, for ever love you, for to you | am indebted for all the hi —_ 1 he but a moment's leisure. A friend called to see ness I have ever known in this life. Your love has gi The 9th letter, written by Mrs. Myers, dated Astor | mi d | saw from his manner and conversation he me such joy as can only be felt in Paradise. You are | House, New York, Monday night, 9 0% and ad | had « mething to say partion the cnly creature who has shown me kindness. You | dressed to D. M. Hoyt, Richmond, wi but its | duced you—and think, my God ! w! alone, as mine own dear guardian pngel, have taught me | character, in some respects, was of suc! jicate na- | when he tol me the following : He say: to bear my sorrow—and can I, will I, ever forget those | ture’ that the Commonwealth's Attorney ebjected to it | at the Exchange, a certain lady, by name Miss ——, whom acts of mercy? No. | call God to witness | never being published. In it the lady deeply bi, reed herab- | you were introduced to ana took at first a desperate shall. My latest breath shall be spent in praying sonce from Hoyt; declared her o ly earthly desire was | fancy to After a few days this fancy ripened into love, Heaven to bless you. Yes, I pray my God to bless one | to see him; reierred disparagingly to her husband ; and | and ere she left you offered her your heart and hand— whom I love far better than my own life. Dear, dari: ag roy the most undying attachment for H. , calling While she was at the Exchange, your attentions to one, perhaps you no longer love me; but, oh! God, | him her angel, her darling love, her all. She also re-| her were so marked as to be the subject of general cast me not away as unworthy. That you should think | fers in it to her ill health, and mentions an unpleasant | remark. You shut up your office the whole morn- shall they be polluted by the touch of other than thine | refuse yto make me happy when you see my life de- | of langusge cannot express ‘it. Oh! dear one, I fear 1 own precious lips—this form has been encircled by thy | pends on it? Dearest, when we meet you will no longer | shall die if | am not soon restored to you. You fond arm, and never shall it feel the embrace of another. | refuse. Will you turn from me, only one? Hemember, | cannot conceive all L have suflered and still suffer. 1 am This hond hrs been clasped by thine own dear one, and | { look to zee for happiness ; for you are the only being | so miserable that | cannot conceal my feelings, and at never shall it ever be touched by others. Yes, dea created who can make me happ nd oh! darling, do | times so overcome that | am compelled to 1ush to m: swear to you, mine i, art is as true, ax pure to you not, 1 pray you, do not refuse! Dearest, | entreat you, | room,and there in silence amd tears pray God for stre angel! and my whole person too is now sacredly you: reflect well on what I said to you when we last met; | to support me. only hope is, to be with you on Tues I now call God to witness this vow, which I take in the | snd e all,sweet one, remember my happiness here | day, the 30th of this month. I tv to remain at the Ex- sight of Heaven: and oh ! may He grant, that when death | and in a future world depends on you, beloved one, did change the first night of our arrival, and as we shall not takes me from you, beloved one, | may be as | now am— | you only know how I love you, you would not hesitate. | go to our house till the morning follo.v ing, perhaps that your own, y your pure, spotless, innocent Vir*| Every joy, every sorrow, should be shared by her | night I may be able to say afew words to you alono.— ginia. Dear one, think now of wi 1 have #0 | who ues given you all, all she has in this world—and | You must remain in the parlor, and we may have an op- solemnly promised you, and oh! co you not believe that is her whole, entire heart, In the sunshine of pros- | portunity—if not, we may be sv fortunate as to have one me when [ say J never loved before, and do perity, then, I would share all thy joy and gladness; and | in the morning before | gohome. However, ’tis doubt- you, think I shall ever love again. No should darkness or sorrow oppress, thee, then, sweet | ful, ax he may romain and accompany me— however dear canaet love again is impossible. 1 hi angel, in that hour would my love shine out in all its | love, I trust, | hope to be with ; ou alo and still believe, that we never love, truly love, ore ieee ine mae te I sit beside thee, de id | ly gocrazy if 1donot. We must do w) 10" rt, me unworthy, my very heart. Dearest, in all | visit from Dr. Gray, in a professional way; denounces ing, and sate with der till dinner was announced— pe rt Al a ad it of Heaven would I chase away all powerto plish it. You must he humility I kneel to you, and I implore you think not too | quacks and their nostrums ; and winds up with an ear | The evening and night the sate d gur hearts fee the real soon thy dear head should rest in this fond bosom, | of our a! for I shall be so anxious, harably of me—oh ! believe not all that they toll. Be- | nest desire to impress a fervent kiss on Hoyt's lips. every moment by her side. You first made your feel- tole ditto fro ny ever ieltrovius, “Tis hon |""AEAn dear love’ T'Voceeah you Wako eV bare | Rage Toe rear sae hese reel Ueanemear | hovepot yous Gracie, poor Virginia ened ax pare ts | When the ninth lier wi conclude, the (o reed « | the clreumetances' weve detailed (Sma mom” miataly, a d q on 4 ua have revel * sera] ve. 1 th observed that he shou. iled to . and then only, we are conscious of the delicious sensa- | said to you; and if you love me, you cannot refuse. the tear ri tieve on vat right haod, and by this soak ue to re Tell me, I antront. you, that { Totter, which pected was im the eteseton of Mr. Voc squmned tor porudatten to write her while t wil tions of love—these feelings can only be felt once—they | This is the strongest test love jannet are now filling to overflowing ef this heart, and { know, | think #0, dari * I should Dol have Tomiiecee tere ea dearest, 1 can never, never have them for another. No! subject, but each hour convinces me more and more, no! You are the only being who has-ever called these | that | can no longer remain as I now am but, 8, fe into. existence, and ‘now none, none, can extin- | dear one, you hesitate because your lot no wet i guish tho bright fi " of love which you have lighted | ently stroug for the trial. You fear, perhaps, f t inthis bosom. Oh! dearest, remember all | now pro- | not be happy—but, oh! God, I cannot, will not, think it. mise you—it is a vow which shall never be broken, and | I, dearest, um willing to give up every thing on earth for tell me, sweet one, if be yd nd a us as indisso- | you—for, my God, I love you betior than the whole Jubly united seit ‘we were in the eyes of the world, once | world—and you, beloved one, love me just the same. married. Yes! dear one, even more, for | am sure | love a am sure, dearest, if you knew all my trials, all my you more, fer mere, than ‘er loved before, and | bitter sufterings, you would not be willing for me to en- you love me more than man ever loved woman. Do dure them any longer. No, your ownkind heart would and yi not, precious 7—then we are indeed united by ties which sage it was more than any one could endure, and you | we meet, and it will be such a comfort to wor M il know all. ‘On the evening of our arrival, | shall ever possess your ‘and that at it | forvieer, Wee..ar should go to some other "fotel instead of | take one pang ftom pe meer bosom. lo, dear one, the next morning (Wed- the: your servanttomy house witha note, charging him te deliver it to no one save myself. How- Shai’ this, | hope, will not be necessary, for I think we to the at that time out of Court, but would be in New York; and when she returns to Loui ‘ , | sumed he would return in «few moments. Ho remark. | sane she will again be at the Exchange. All i avor to make you helievo that I | ed that he had become disgusted with them, and when | heard, partly from « friend, and partly B ‘a letter. en, oh, I have with all my faults | that one to which he referred was read, he should dis- | letter told me every circumstance, w | received yes- I love you, dearest one; love you till | continue their reading on the part of the Commonwealth, terday, last night, but did not believe it, inasmuch as I ak such depth, such strength of devo- | for he considered them entirely irrelevant to the cause. | knew not who the writer was —But this itwas A ing, how can you believe what they say | He said be could show written by Mrs. Myers to | confirmed by afriend, whe told almost all was may have no opportunity of | not confided to you every feeling of this | Hoyt where went—from Baltimore, Philadelphia, | contained inthe letter. Now I told youall Ask you a note, telling you Lnot told you every thought? And, oh! | New York and Alta Vista; but he really ‘did not think | your own heart if you have been faithfulto me, I blame to the Exchange to meet you, and | dearest,knowing me as you do,my God,how can you lend | they had any thing in the world to do with the matter in | yeu not for preferring a woman of*beaut, rank, wealth, ive you as soon asi seo | a Veen eur to such words as thoy speak against me? | hand. Did he believe them to be testimony, he trusted in | to a poor miserable wretch, who had n qi ° I want you to write | When I think of how I have and accused, | God his patience would enable him to continue readii ou save a devoted heart. No! Not one reprosoh! 6 it me ~~ py hid eer cae tre: AeA 7 ag Ae — to soos eben Were it necessary. He rai tt is I ree ayy a Se all , durii @ | is it not natural uld smiffer thus a there wes a letter w! he bel; meet- | gentlemen. v could other- ee tay wet not ree whee hares rescue mo from misery, which, ales you connot | ad days that must elapse {rom my arrival at’ Richmond, | being I have some of the feelings of humanity, th ing of Hoyt and Mri. Myers ot Nott Pos Wise. While you were breathing to her “protestations Core” Sie pars in Ul I gore. it aver | imagine. Yes, dearest, if you could only see this heart, | to the time I can come to you at the Exchange. You | they would say I ha not. My. heart is not of stone— | one of that lady’s letters had heen read, of love,” (this the letter says,) | washere weeping, suf slg il 1 hnte” yeet Cee only know its utter wretchedness, only know the trials | can, in somo way, slip it in my hands, #0 as to be unob- | I must and do feel. Oh, God alone knows how it has | terview was mentioned, it was just that the inv fering egony. While there you were, | wes <4 Perfect faith in alt Y sorrows which are attacking me so ag in served by any one. Do, dear love—won't you? Oh, | rent my very soul. Bnt, darling, I care not what | that meeting should be heard: While waiting fer this | one word to save me, und yet Fig had no time ty: would not hesitate even for an instant. My heal yes, I know will, Let it letter. T: ind the whole world think of me, but oh | good God, | note, th to read alet-|to write. You couk Seaeeey ed ee ae eae #0 affected by thie, dear love, every one who sees | and'write'e letter every day: und remeber whet i thsl you should think 4 m ¢ | tor tritson by Mais Man eces en sooenrea i the | you should think harshly of me! This fills the bitter | ter written by Mrs. M ind received in the city since | one day to see me, but to see her, you cou! xclaims, how changed [ am; and you know, darling, | ness every word will your devoted Virginia. cup of sorrow to overflowing. But, dearest, in yeur mo- | Hoyt’s death, in whic! ‘to be much displeased | “five days in succession.” But enough! enough ! two? I hear you say! How s on earth has wrought this change save the | me, dearest one, you me, and that will mak th thts of calmness and fectio on ca belie ¥4 Pei accusing Hoyt of hay | 1 will not utter ene repreach. But could you read loved to kiss any oné save you, preciou deep attachment existing between us. Loving you-ns,1 | happiest of created "Ah! dear love, would that | what tey tell you of me. See with what confidence, | ing pleesd pa a rien, acc osinf, of Dr. Mills, | the letter, and hear the words I this day heard, you iP ment ing " ‘ do, and such obstacles, must make me miser- | now might throw m: in your arms and tell you ho: hat faith { have entrusted to you my hay my | for pub) c ills being in court at the | would not blame me, From whom the letter Trunspay Nicut, % past 1 o'clock. | able, ond the ry has made me ill in body; but, oh | I love you. When we meet, | have a great deal to tell yor life, and would you now deodive mm , may ‘God, fab eciekieg: Betined tar ramon Mts. M. allnded to, | | knew not—it commences by saying he, as nN Mrs. Myers regrets that destiny separates her from Hoyt. | God, in mind it makes me the most wretched of beings. you. ve spoken ireely tomy mother of my situation, | if you have ceased to love me, th cannot, wil At this late hour, mii rach © aa 4 not | falve, asserting most positively that Hoyt had never given | mine, considers it his duty to tell me how | have been ‘own dearest, behold me writing | D 1 do not love you! No: ‘tis moro than the | and ha y to you. Now, aweetest for life then, alas, is » blank, an agony. But, dar! Jid not even know ot the ex. deceived in you. He then relates to me all your atten« save mysel, in usloep; no rest forme; | word Tore Gan aprons’ Ni Srore vexn than Wslateyy "Ue | one, till our Teunion, farewell’ | love'yon, love | one, for the sake of mercy, tell me you sill respect me, | mtenes/of eu thine of the kind, wil after Hoyt was in- | Uonw to Mise--—-, and your propotel, ead much more ry to sleep. eke es Aa at | Cy ee love—a worship such as angels worship | you, end you co “ Kiss me sweet,” and press me to | Dear, gal Gen I be aM ge ond mnt, own brother | sensible. pg rt Te a hy 1 et eenect aie 4 our im, ast am ou, — as am, Mult eh oeaid | cede ye aR ach | Yer atom drt ay. | hie eee aak tot ea at hae Aca eh | eee Te, y per 4 wi this bosom, but can see all— é hing him for his attention to gnother | may love you as | love you: - the truth of m the heartless world to do with such love as mine? 1 | Ifyou should have written to mo, doa Kage | Mrs, Myers reproaching be My my sorrows anf asa heavenly father, he pities me. ‘This Y Lg with ; | pray Gol both be per A Oh! dearest one, what misery to think you ere | would not profane it by their gaze; but in this hoart, | ceive this, if some wey get it out of the poorheart, broken, torn hough it be, is as pare ea Hee: | Now, dearest, please tell me what I sholl do. If 1 re-! andonly wish is that you Will sometimes think of ber