18 Ekim 1846 Tarihli The New York Herald Gazetesi Sayfa 1

18 Ekim 1846 tarihli The New York Herald Gazetesi Sayfa 1
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f TH] Vol. JLU, Bo. SHU?WlMlo a<f (113. ADDITIONAL PARTICULARS OP TH* RICHMOND TRA&DY. lore of the Intercepted Correspondence. Richmond, Wednesday, 14th Oct, 1346 The court opened thia morning at 11 o'clock. Mr. Mayo arose, and sail that, agreeably to promise, he had taken these letters, and, as far as was in his power, ar ranged them according to date. (A. large package of letters were shown as the ones referred to ) Some are without date. The defence desired that all should he read, and to gratify them he was willing to do it. He then handed a letter to Mr. Pollard, to ascertain if the writing was from the hand of Mrs. Myers ; and, on receiving an efflrmative answer, proceeded to read the following, which he remarked were addressed to Mr Hoyt. We give them as they were read in court WsDitssoA*', Dec 3. Jfri. Jfyiri ietiret an interview with Hoyt at her own j home.?Apparently herJint letter to him. I trust you will pardon the liberty 1 take in writing you, and the still greater liberty of begging the favor of you to call here to-morrow at 1 o'clock. 1 am most anxious to see you on e matter of the utmost importance to myself?a subject whieh you can readily imagine?and if it were possible to explain myself Wy writing, I should do so, and thus spare you the necessity of seeing me in person, far I Tear this necessity may be an unpleasant one to yon. I know yon will have some scruples as to my request, but I appeal to your kindness of heart, and I know the appeal will not be in Tain. If yeu will be so kind as to call at 1 o'clock to-morrow, yon will find me alone, and I will tell you, in a few words, the circumstances which it is so necessary for me to confide to you. May I beg the kindness of you to forgive me for this note, for 1 have hesitated to send it, fearing yeu might blame me far so doing. Yet, whon you know the cause, I am sure you will pardon me. What I have written is strictly confidential; and knowing your high, noble sense of honor, 1 need say no more. Although I hare not the pleasure of your acquaintance, yet believe me, I am one of your wannest, most sincere friends, for f can never target the kindness you have ahown me, and only hope at aome future day It Imay be in my power to return it. i eend this by my brother: of course he it ignorant of the contents, and I send it by him, as I am afraid to trust one f mf own servants. He is under the impression I am acquainted with yon, and therefore gladly obliges me by doUrering this to you. Again, 1 beg your forgiveness, and assm- you I am always your friend. VIRGINIA M . Mycrt itih-ft another interview. My deareu and best friend Now, don't scold me for what I am going to write you. This morning I received a note from the lady with whom I am to go visiting, saying, if convenient to me, she would prefer my going on Monday instead of Tuesday, as we had intended. Now, won cker omit, won't you come Tuesday 7 Because, if you cannot come that day, I will excuse my self to her? for on no account on earth would 1 lose the pleasure of seeing you. But you will come, won't you 7 I had anticipated so much delight on seeing you Monday, that I cannot now bear to give up this happiness, and 1 will not, unloaa you nromise certainly to coma Tuesday. Tin* j y?i.<inement of one day seams very, very long to lnu, and I do hope It may seem so to yon, for that would be gratifying indeed. Never mind, coma, dear friend, on Tuesday, and we?at least, I?will be so agree able and happy! wont we 7 All Monday I shall be thinking of tne pleasure of seeing you ; and I hope time may pass quickly till our meeting. Don't laugh at this note- for I have written it fresh from my heart, and as it is for your own partial eyes (1 hope so) I must beg your pardon?but just the same towards you as an own sister?am I not 7 Do come? if you don't I will scold you. I cannot keep your servant waiting for my ana war, though I foal, dearast, as if 1 could write you for hours. Thank you, my beloved one, for your precious words. i uarf jun rem ?uu kihou, oa : y ou Know, iervcnuy. Com*, damt, on Monday at 12 o'clock, initead of 1 o'clock, a* 1 A rat wrote you. I leal io miserable that it it no enjoyment for me to go tojthe theatre; yet, dearett, I will to-morrow night, il only to rest my eyea on your dear face, and with one glance tell you how wholly I lore you. Do not come in our box till about the middle of the ballet, and then you can remain till the cloae, bnt do not go to the carriage with me. Adieu, dearett?only time to tay, Your precious. Fbidat Mobniro. Mrs. My,rs declares in gloving terms the extent of her affection for Iloyt. Dearett one, J can never, never thank you enough for your last kind, tweet letter?oh ! it it the dearett, moit precious letter you ever wrote me 1 do love you so much for tending me these dear words?I clasp them to my boeom and you again and again, for making me to happy. Ob ! my beloved one, I do think you are the dearett, kindest, iweeteit being on this earth, and 1 do lave you more than all the world?why tell you thie, dear one, tor you will not believe me, at you tay I have loved to often?and you always teem to doubt the truth of this heart's devotion. Loved one, promise me just to listen to a few words I am going to tay to you. Dearest. I do believe that there nevor was a woman had such feelings as I have for you. I believe my love lor you it human heart. Dearett, I love you better than my own toul?1 love you better than Heaven Good God! I love you till my more powerful, more absorbing, than ever existed in a heart has but one, one feeling, that of glorious, beautiful, passionate?Love?but dearett, why it it you will Cot believe these words, lresh from a pure heart? Oh ! dear est, you do not know how miterable it makes me wheu you doubt my allection ; 1 feel that 1 hare nothing but words to give you You do not believe those, and then if you have not peifoct confidence in my heart, remember you do not love me. as I would wish you to love me. See, darling, one reason I love you so devotedly it that I have perfect unwavering confidence in ynu, and when you tell me auj thing I would as soon doubt Heaven, as doubt you, precious one, and this it jutt the way you mutt feel towards me, dearett. Have entire faith in me. for oh '. darling one of my love, 1 know I am worthy of it?give me, dearest, one aweet kiss, and tell me you will never, never again, doubt your devoted Virginia. I etkoulr frtllv mv oKn?-i?k?,l <? > ~ ? t a ? -I" i.mi.i?uDU UUQ, vkliCII | I1UW bWt'ltr lO vou, that I have never had a fueling for a human being like those I have for you. Do it Tore, idolatry, adora tion, ol one thing 1 am sure, that i never felt for another what 1 do for you I may have believed! lovod ethers, but good God ! what were those aeuaationi compared to what I now feel! Then it was a calm, quiet, eoher feeliug?indifferent, I may eay. Now, 'tie 1 aging like a storm in uiy heart?sweet, burning, patsiona'e, glowing enthu siasm?such strength that I am overpowered; it flashes like an electric shock through my scul. Oh, Ood ! it deranges me If this is not love what in tho name ol Ileuvcu is it 7 Now how can I believe for one moment, that I ever loved before, for I have never in my whole life had such feelings as I now have What passion it was I felt before I know not, but what 1 feei now is lova?yes, love in its purity, its strength, in its deep, unutterable adoration Oh dearest, if you could hut lead thia heart ) oil would know I never loved before. Dear one, do you still doubt me ! oh no ! no ! you cannot; only think of every action, and how can you nvubt me 7 Oh mine own, my only one, I now in the presence of Ood, swear to you, I have never, nover, dearest has my heart been given to another, and I now will make a holy aacied promise, and you must never, iv? uwuu* use loiiii, me jieneci love, wuicn prompt* thi? vow : I swear to you, loved one, from this hour I am wholly, entirely| yours; not even one thought shall be given to another?every atom, everv mite ol love, glowing in this heart, is yours, ami only yours. My lite, from this day, shall be exclusively devote 1 to you?the object of every thing, action, word, shall be to make me more and more worthy of thee. 1 shall act in all things, as I know you would wish me act. were we united in the fcight of man, for 1 can never forget that I am your wife, save iu tbj empty ceremony, for our ailectiou unites us close. Oh ! how close Never shall living man touch these lip* which I have consecruted to you?they are sacredly yours?yon have imprinted on thorn the holy, pure kiss of affection, and never, never shall they be polluted by the touch of other than thine own precious lipa? this form haa lioen encircled by thy fond arm, and never shall it feel the embrace of another. Thi* hand h: a been clasped by thine own deur one, and never shall it ever he touched by othera. Yea, dearest, I swear to you, mine heart is as true, as pttre to you as an angel t and my whole person too is now sacredly youra I now call (?od to witneas this vow, which I take in the Ight of Heaven: and oh ! may He grant, that whendeath take* ma from you, beloved one, I may he aa I now am? your own, yts! your pure, spotless, innocent Vlis* ginia. Dear one. think now of what I have to solemnly promised you, anil oh! i'o you uot believe roe whan I say I never loved befoic, and do rou think I shall ever love again. No, dearest, cannot love again?it ia impossible. I have always, and still believe, that wa navcr love, truly love, nut once?we may imsgine we love many times, but when our hearts feal the real strength of love, then it it wa And we have never loved before : because then we have fealinga different from any ever telt previous. 'Tit then, mw % ? v...; , ff? ?i? cuaicioui 01 me aeiitiom kiiw ticns of lore?tbeee feeling* can only b? felt once?they tr > now tiling to overflowing ef tin* heart, anil I know, dearest, I can never, never have them for another. No! no ! Von are the only being who ha* ever called tlie?e feeling* into existence, and now none, none, can extinguish the bright fltme of love which you have lighted iu thi* bo*om. Oh ! dearest, remember all I now promise you?it i( a vow which shall never he broken, and tell me, sweet one, if yon do not look upon us as indissoInhljr united es if we were in the eyes of the world, once marriod. Yes ! deer one, even more, for I am sore i love yon more, far mere, than woman ever loved before, and yon love me more than man ever loved women. Do you not, precioua I?then we are Indeed united by tiea which men cannot break. Tell me, deareat, have I ever loved ea 1 do yon 1 Bay no! no! yon believe I never knew whet lime love wee till I gave it yon.? Mow I am nappy, because I know yon have peifect faith in ail 1 tell you. Good-bye, love, 'till tomorrow, when 1 will talk with you again. I will seal all I have premised you with a dear kin?shall it not be two 1 Yes ! 1 beer you say ! How strange it is I never loved to kiss any one save yon, precioua darling Thursday Niuht, KP'" ' o'clock. Mrt Myert regrrh that Jr.iliny itparalet her from Uoyt. At this late hour, mine own dearest, behold me writing you Kvery soul, sava myself, Is asleep; no rest for me; I am far too miserable to sleep. I retired, deer one, bnt finding 1 could not sleep, stole out of bed; and now^f you could but see me darling, sitting bare ell alone, TO (he deep silence of night, treeing these words, oh! wohld you, could you, ever denbt the truth of my perfect ifleotton. Ok! doerest one, what misery to think yon ere in ? ?' . E NE' NE"1 now ill, suffering, and I, your own door one, iwey from | yon. Oh! that thy deer head tru now resting on thisbo- | .mm, thy precious hand clasped in mine, and oh 1 God. that I might now proae thoae eweot Up* to mine. Dear I lore, you know not how I long to be near you, now that you are suffering; now, were I permitted, I might prove to you my tender, entire lore. Oh! how 1 would lore to nurse you: how I would delight to minister to every want, and 1 should be so )ealous of the dear pleasure, that not one thing should you receive from another. These hands should give you all; yes, all you wish. Oh! that 1 could now fly to yon, press you to my heart. enpjvrU vmi it* tha arma i\f J !? ? - *** ^ thy dear head retting on thit arm, and aootha you to slaop with the word* of tweot love, and than, while yon slept to bend over you, wntch over you, prey for you, to kiss those t!*?ar lips, while you would be so unconscious of ; all; to take thy dear hand and hold it clote in mine; to entwine these arm* around thy dear neck, and (eel that I j then held in my embrace all that I loved, all I adored; oh! thia would be bliss: yet. blitl unspeakable; the very idea oftuch happiness thrills the inmost flbre* of mv soul. Butno.it cannot he. Oh! agonizing leAection ! you, mine own, adored, idolized, being, now on a bed of sickne?? and pain, and I cannot be beside you ! I, who love you to such desperation; I, who now would rush through even the paint of death to be near you, and yet I cannot What have 1 on this earth to make me happy ? Nothing save thy dear love?nothing sava thv own precious self, aud loving you till evary feeling ol this bosom is absorbed in the one burning passion With all thia, we are separated, divided, perhaps eternally; but oh! Ood.lt cannot be; I will not lielieve thst two beings, so indissolubly united by the purest affection, should he severed forever ! Dear love, when 1 wsute. or evon think on this subject, it almost kills me, and this night I am almost too miserable for existence. I feel this instant I could welcome death, ao perfectly wretched am I. 1 fear 1 shall he ill to-morrow. tor I cannet close my eyes in sleep ; all I can pray la,that Ood will have mercy en my soul, lor 'tis a bleeding, torn one. Fmidat, 11 o'clock. Again this morning behold me writing to you. Dear 1 one, I am so miserable I can do nothing but write. I pray frem my soul that you are better?wall Oh ! dearest one, would that I could be ill |instead of you. Dear : lova, I have never had these feelings before. My God! do thev not speak to you of worship, idolatry I I am in a perfect state of excitement till I receive your letter. Nothing can picture to you mjr anxiety. I am almost beside myself. Oh! that dear letter, may it tell me you are better, and thus send one feeling of happines to a oronen neari. now, dearest one, i have another, and the strongest proof to give yon of my love. Yesterday, when 1 read your last note, laying you would not be able to come here on Saturday, I resolved by iom? means to defer my departure for a few days, hoping by that delay I atould be able to have one dear meeting in this room, consecrated by so many happy associations with thy dear self, mine own love. I cannot bid yon adieu anywhere save here, for I hove so much to say to you, that I long for a few hours of perfect seclusion and privacy. This morning 1 entreated Mr. M only to wait till Wednesday, for I really felt too aick to leave home on Monday. At first he positively refused, saying I should go on that day. Dear love, it was a great struggle to my own pride to beg and entreat a man thus, who treats me so cruelly. But oh.' dearest, what would qot I do ffo see you once more ? He at length told me there was but one condition on which he would remeln. He would stay until Wednesday, if I promised whet he asked! Good God ! when he named the condition, my blood was chilled in my veins?for a moment I could not speak. Oh! dearest, it is a most frightful, awful condition to me, and to yield, is like yielding up all my woman's pride?all my delicacy. You can imagine the Fromise, dearest. 1 cannot write it. Dear love '. though shuddered at such a proposal,I promised it, oven though to perform it will be like death; for dsarsit, I knew if 1 left Monday I might not see you but once, perhaps not at all. If I remained, I would eea you. This, and this only, decided me; for, oh, mine own one, I would give up all on earth to see you. Loved one, if I could tell you the condition, then you would indeed prize the love which prompted me te yield feelings which you know pre yours and yonrs only. Now, dearest one, shall 1 not see you many times ere I leave, and will we not nave one porting liere 7 Oh ! thia will recompense mo for oil I hove dona; and Ood known how much it ia. Dear one, yon aoy will not I come to you to-mor row 7 Yea, awoet one, that I will, and 1 would walk ao long aa I had strength to do ao, juat for ona kiud word from thoaa dear iipa. 1 would not be willing for you to come to me to-morrow, for dear one, I would not have you suffer any fatigue, any exertion. No, not for woTlda; and dear one, I fear you thought mo unkind yeaterday, in aaking you to come to the parlor. 1 know it was wrong; but, deareatone, forgive me?I knew not what 1 asked. I waa perfectly out of my <enaea when I wrote you; for love, miaery, all. have nearly taken mf reason from me. Deareat one, I read your note?it will either send misery or gladness to the heart of your devoted . Your note has indeed sent misery to my heart trod only knows now what will become of me. I I cannot write, dearest All 1 can say, is to beg, to entreat I of you to see me to-morrow. I ask it in the name of mercy, in the name of love I ahall be there precisely at haif-past 13 o'clock; and oh ! Clod grant we may meetNot strength for one word more-miserable past experience. Satubdsv Moamno Mrs- Myers regret$ her intended departure and consequent separation from Hoyt. I know not why it is, but 1 feel sad this morning?I have been thinking all night of the bitter word, farewell, which I am soon to breaths to you Oh ! dearest! what will become of me in that raa hour 7 1 pray God to sup port me then, fi r without His support. 1 must die ! Oh dear love, it makes me ao miserable I cannot bear to think of it Ob ! that I could remain here, dearly loved one?you do not know bow i suffer? only imagine, darling, that 1 have to separate from one much dearer than my own lilo. Oh is not thia separation worae than death?and 1 ahall not see that dear lace for so long, ferhspa never again. Deareat, I know not how it is, but I feel as if I should never return here ?never meet you agum. Ob, Goil! can thia fate be mine ! Oh ! have mercy on me, and ipare nie at leaat this agony ! Would that I could see you, each day, till the sad moment of our adieu? this would be a reliel, but it cannot be. Oh ! dearest, what in the name of heaven have I dona to deaerva so bitter a destiny as mine 1? Loving one to perfect idolatry, and yet not peimitted to he always near him. Oh! dear, dearest one, I cannot write this morning, I leel no sad, so dispirited. You know not my feelings, but would to God you might know them Soon, dearest of my soul, we meet?then one glance from those deareyes will make me feel happy. Yes, I shall be happy with you. but, alas ! away from you, how utterly miserable. Dear one, farewell?one sweet kiss your Virginia gives you. Remember, they are given to none save her own devoted love ! I The following letter was written by Mrs. Hovt from Alta Vista, the residence ol her father, in Albemarle county, Virginia. It is in reply to this letter that Hoyt's epistle of the 10th June, already published by us, was written : ? Alts Vista, June 13, 1846. Mrs Myers declares how unhapjiy she is, separated from lioyt ?Entreats him la fly with htr, and requests him to write. It has been but three days, mv own belovod one, since |:??u , ug> III mil uriBi nun*, 1111 ; i nuve enuureu ) < ?!? of misery?suite red, my l?od, worilf cannot the half of itexpre*(. 1 told you, dearest. it would he impossible for me to write to you \ but 1 am actually so mi tiahle, so wretched, tliat my very life depends on writing to you, my angel and I feel that I cannot support existence unless I can enjoy the sweet privilege of seeing you, darling. MyUod! Dearest, never has a mortsi loved like me ; for I believe it is impossible for a human heart to contain such burning, fervent, unbounded love?passionate, fervent, far beyond tne power of language to express. Oh ! dealest, how do 1 long for words to tell you how I love you-, for I am sure, did you know all the idolatrous lova of this bosom, you would say I deserved all, ail of yourblessod aifeciion?an aflection to me more pn-cous, more necessary to life than the very air I breathe ; for as 1 could not live without air, in the same way 1 should die deprived of thy dear love. It is impossible for me to survive as I now am any longer ; I cannot, cannot lire without thee alwayi beside me Oh ! dear love, tell me how it is that you can ret use ^to make me happy when you see my life depends on it I Dearest, when we meet you will no longer refute. Will you turn from me, only one I Remember. 1 look to vou lor happiness ; for you are the only being created who can make mo happy ; and oh! darling, do not, 1 pray you, do uot refuse ! Deareit, I entreat you, reflect well on what 1 said to you when we last mot; and, above all, sweet one, rememlier my happiness here and in a future world depends on y on. Helmed one, did you only know how 1 love you, you would not hesitate. Kvery joy, every sorrow, should be shared by her who has given you all, all she has in this world?and thot la har whole, entire heart. In the sunshine of prosIiuritV. than. I wmiLi ah??? ?!! ?k ? i ? ?i-j ? 1 V f j . ^ ? - ? "/ )vy "'"J ?'?UU?I1 j HKI should dirkMu or sorrow oppress thee, then, sweet angel, in that hour would my lore shine out in ell its brightness ; then would I sit beside thee, desrest, end with lore like that of Hearen would I chase sway all gloom: thy dear head sheuld rest in this fond bosom, and pillow ed there, belored, would you be uohappy T Again, dear lore, I beseech you think on all I hare said to you; and if yon lore me, you cannot refuse. | This it the strongest test lore can hara. Do you not think so, dai ling I I should not hare mentioned this subject, but each hour conrincee me more and more, that I can no longer remain as I now am; but, perhaps, dear one, you hesitate because your lore is not aufllri ently stroi.g for the trial. Tou fear, perhaps, I might not be happy? but, oh ! God, 1 cannot, will not, thjnk it I, dearest, am willing to gire up every thing on earth for you?lor, my God. I lore you bettor than the whole world?and you, b? loved one, lore me lust the same, fel am sure, dearest, if you knew all my trials, all my bitter sufferings, you would not be willing for me to endure them any longer. No, your own kind heart would tell you it was mora than any one could endpio, and yon would rescue mo from misery, which, alas : you cannot imagine. Yes, dearest, if you could only see this heart, only know its uttar wretchedness, only know the triale and sorrows which are attacking me to heavily, you would not hesitate even for an inatant. My health baa bean so affected by this, dear love, erery one who teea me exclaims, how changed I am; and you know, darling, nothing on earth has wrought this change aave the deep attachment existing between us. Loving you as,I do, and divided by such obstacles, must make me miserable, and this mlaery has made me ill in body; but, oh God, in mind it makei me the moat wretched of beings. Daareat, I do not lore you I No : tla moro than the word lore cen express; lis more even than idolatry; 'tis I a superhuman lore?a worship such as angala worship God In heaven. To the world 1 shrink fiom expoetng feallngs too ate J too holy, for thatr unhallowed riarr; for what has the heartless world to do with took lore as mine? I would not profane it by their gate; but In this heart, Wi YO W YORK. SUNDAY MOl dearaat one, thai* it (row* with (the brightneaa of hea an But there an momenta, de?re?t. when I am 10 overcame, that F cannot aupproaa iny faelinga. I cannot then area apeak tt another. I em |>erfecily diati acted? ao aiaorable, that the vary teara ruah unbidden to my ayas. Oh ! dear, dear darling, have not I tutored to make me wre tchao?divided, perhaps forever, from one whom I love with perfect adoration? Ia not thia mlaery, miaory? But dearaat, you will make me happv, won't you. aweet love? Again, dearaat, I aay, if you love me, you will not refute; for when you tee my life dependa on you, oh you cannot beaitatn. Doareat, aiuce we parted, 1 have tutored panga which have aim out hronen mv heart Oh ! BMciout love. vnn i sufie. ad during oar Interview? I actually waa afraid I afaould not have strength to roach my room. 1 had no opportunity of receiving your dear note, for I waa not alone a moment. Oh, my God! what a night I paaaed. ' Oh! darling, the next morning with what delight did I 1 read thy precioua worda ; with what pleaaure were i they preaaed to thesalips Oh, deareat, they made me 1 eo happy, for I am perfectly happy when I know you love nie ; and I a* only wretched becauae f am ao awfully divided front you. This alone makes me miserable ; for, dearest, make me yours, and earth will not contain so happy a being. Oh, beloved, I kneel to you, 1 entreat you, 1 beseech you, never, never desert me ? Oh, God. in that hour when you change towards me? when you lot sake ma, then life has no longer any charm for me, and I shall not for one instant hesitate to take, with my own hands, an existence far toe wretohed, far too wretched for nyn to support. Dearest one, these worda are from my very soul, and I feel thia is to be my fate, should you, my own darling, desert me Oh, deareat one, with my anus closely twined around thee, with my lips preaaed to thine, I entreat you, beseech you, always, always lovtf. Deareat, you remember the reeaon 1 have given you fee this fear 1 have that you may change towards me. It is a painful subject to refer te? yet again, my angel, I exhort you, do not, do not judge me wrongly. In mp notions, perhaps, I have been led away for the moment foo much?but remember what hat cauaed it. The impamfoned, unutterable, burning love of a pure, exaltoa bosom. Yea! in the presence of heaven itself, I would swoar that this bosom is as free 1 from guile, free from Imparity, as an angel's ; and rather than lose that purity, 'that delicacy, which I know is the jewel of iny character, I would far rather lose life itself. Oh ! precious, judge ige only by my beart; you know its every thought, for not one feeling has been concealed frem you ; every thought is of you, and ia aa purs, m spiritual us heaven itself. Now, I am so perfectly wretched, that it ia imDOtsible to conceal iti everv on* r?mark? it ami 1 can only evade it by complaining of indisposition. Alaacould tbay read this heart, they would see there the malady that affects both miud and body. My family were startled at my pale, emaciated appearance, and from all I receive the deepest, tenderest sympathy. My health is slowly but surely declining ; and although persons with whom 1 am constantly associated do not observe the change, yet to others, from whom I have baen separated; tls most apparent. Te no one have 1 speken of my situation, save to dear L . I have wept bitter tears as I haVe told her all. She feela for me the wannest compassion, as avary one must who knows my sorrows. Dearest, this letter muat convince you how deirly I love you, for you know the difficulties I have to enceuntar, both in writing and sending it but 1 cannot live unlou I writ* you, and tell you how fondly 1 am yours. L and myself have ft*. ad a plan by which I can send this latter to you, and receive one in anawer without running th* least risk or danger Oh ! dearest, how 1 do long for you here. The country looks so beautiful, and I to often think how delightful it would be it 1 could oulv have you here with me. What sweet walks we would have together; and then, too, what delicious moonlight ramblss?sll alone? 'twould be the pertection of bliss. How eloquently in such a scene could I discourse of my love lot you ! and how my heart would beat with rapture to hear the biassed words of atfootion fioui thy precious lips ! Oh ! dear love, will the day ever come when we shall be perfectly happy ? The decision rests with you?'lit altogether in your power. Darling, I tin hoping evggy day for the time to be fixed for my return. Of course he regulates ay movements. I can be happy with do one also tare you.our beloved. What are friends? the whole world to me, witLeut thee? Tie a very blank. The earth, and all it containe, 1 am ready, willing to give up. every living creature for you, dearest; ouy say. shall 1 do it, and thus secure my eternal happiness 7 No .v, beloved, tie near dark, and I shall soon be called away, so I must close this letter which 1 have written with such happiness But not before 1 give you my petting request. 1 want you, dearest, to send me a dear letter by Saturday's mail. Now, in order lor it to reach me on that day, you must mail it on Thursday afternoon. Don't forget the time?for I would not be disappointed for all on earth, darling. I entreat you, I send me a long, sweet letter, for 'tis all that cau sustain me in this sod. dark absence. Tell me every leeliug of thy blessed bosom. Mr. M. seys now, ws shall leave on Monday the -JDth, and be in Richmond the nest day. 1 shall write you in answer to sour letter, and tell you the very day we rca>-b Richmond, end also appoint some time for our meeting immediately on our arrival. I shall | have so much to tell you, sweet one , and, oh '. won't it be a delightful meeting ! Vou can never know how I do sutler, parted from you. My only hope that supports me, istliis 1 tiust ere long to be forever your's. 1 have datermiued to speak frealy to my mother of my unhappy situation.lDo you think it will be best ? Kiss me, sweet darling, and always believe I am your own, your devoted, your unchanged love. Mine own angel will send me a long, kind letter, and then when we meet, I will give him thousands of kissel. I love you, dearest, with my heart, soul, miud?all, all is youig. Will you still reject it ? No '. no '. dearest one. [On the outer, or last page of the above, the following was found " Let the handwriting imitate that of a lady 1 Direct to Mrs. Win. R Myers, AltaVista, near Warren P O , Albemarle County, Va ] Alt* Vista, June 16, 1646. Mrt. Myert Artiret Hoyt not to write to her at her father1!, leit it excite mtpicion, and deeiree to meet him at the Exchange Hotel, on her return to Richmond 1 wrote you. mine o *n dearest one, by the left mail, aiul in that letter i begged you to lend me a long one in return. Since that, I have thought over the matter deliberately, and fearing there may be risk in receiving your dear letter, I now write you, my darling, to iay you had beat not write at all. You, deareit one, who know how devotedly 1 love you, kuow full well what a uial thi* hoi been to me. for 1 had anticipated, with luck happiness, tho arrival of your preciou* letter, and now to he diaappointed Ah! mine owu one, believe mo, it hoe been u great atrugglo , but 1 only hope it will result tor our tuture pleaiure. There would be auch danger, deareit, for it might fall in other hands, and did 1 receive it 1 would ,be questioned closely as to whom it came 1 ho in. Tneie are a thousand risks to tun, which I didn't I think of for the moment; but siifte I hava reflected and convened with oil the lubjoct, I have come to the concluiion y ou muit not write me here. When we meet, darliqg, I will explain tome thing! to you, which 1 cannot well put on paper, and then yeu ] will see the necessity of my acting in this manner, for, | dearest love, nothing but necessity should debar me from the beloved pleasure of reading your dear letter. Oh ! sweet one, your letter would have made me so happy, and cheered me so much in this absence. Alas ! how naid it is to sav von min.t nn? '*-J from jou, I am so utterly wretched, miserable, (or ever (earing you do not lovu me. OU t that I could receive one assurance of afi'octionfrum you What joy would it not bri ig to my poor heart. But, mine angel, I will always believe you lore me. When I for an instant think you mar cLange, my very bosom is rent with agony. Oh! could you see me in (hose moments of fear and doubt, you, dear one, would pity me, for words cannot tell how 1 suiter.?To know all the agony I then endure, you must see the bitter tears coursing my cheek, feel the convulsivo throbbings o( my heart I know not why it is, dearest, but since I parted from yon, I hare been tormented by tlieso tears. They hare kept me from sleep, they have actually made mc too wretched tor life, and I have never suffered as much as I have since 1 last bade you adieu ; and the reason is, 1 am so afraid, dear one, you will reuse to lore me. My liod, were this to be my late, what in iha name ot Heaven would become of me? I shudder at the thought ot such a thing. Oh! dear lore, again and again, rsaaemher my life is in your hands, aud spare me, darling idol, who loves you to such perlect adoration that the power of inngiiage cannot express 'It. Oh ! dear one, I fear I shall die if I am not aoon restoied to you- Vou cannot conceive all 1 have sutlered ami still suffer. 1 am so miserable that I cannot conceal niy feelings, and at times so overcome that I am compelled to tush to my room,and there in silence ami tears pray Go.I for strength to iU[>|>ort me. >1y only bepe in, to be with you on Tuesday, the 30th of thin month. I hope to remain at the Exchange the flrat night of our arrival, and as we ahall not go to our houie till the morning folio v iug, perhana that night 1 may he able to nay a lew wordi to you alone.? You mutt remain in the parlor, and we may have an opportunity?if not, we may bo to (ortuna'.e aa to have one in the morning before I go home. However, 'tii doubtful, aa he may remain and accompany me?however,dear love, 1 truit. I hope to be with .?u alone, for I ahall raally go crazy if 1 do not Wa mint do everything in oar power to accomplish it You muat ha at tea the evening of our arrival, lor I ahall be io anxious, tearing these may have been intercepted, and you not receive thara, so dearest lore, I beg you, if you have received them, wear the dear ring ol love on your right hand, and by this manner 1 ahall know all. On the evening of our arrival, if Mr. should go to some other hotel instead of the Exchange, de, dear one, the next morning (Wednesday) send your servant to my house with a note, charging him ta deliver it to no one save myself. However. this. I hone, will nnt be necessary, for I think we hall go to tha Exchange. H earing, my dear lore, we may have no opportunity of peaking alone?I ahall writa yon a note, telling you what day I am earning to tha Exchange to meat you, and thie note ! ahall contrive to give you as soon aa I see you. Now, love, fust one request: I want you to write ma a dear, long lotter, and you too can give it ma when wa meat, and it will bo suoh a comfort to me, during tha aad day* that must alapaa from ray arrival at Kichraond, to the time 1 can coma to yon at the Exchange. You can, in aome way, slip H in my hands, so as to be unobserved by any one. Do, dear lore?wont youT Oh, yes, I know you will. Let it be a long, long letter. Try and writa a latter every day, and remember what happiness every word will give your devoted Virginia. Tell me, dearest one, you lore me, and that will make me tlio , happiest of created beiogs. Ah ! dear lore, would that I now might throw rayaelf in your arms and tell you how I lore you. When we meet, I hare a great deal to tali yon. I hare spoken Ireely to my mother of my situation, and have much to say to you. Now, dearest, sweetest one, till our happy re-union, farewell. I love you, love I you, and you alone. " Kiss me sweet," end press me to your boeem, as J am Your pure, spotless, devoted VIRGINIA. If you should hare written to me, dearest, ere you receive this, It MM way get it out of tha poet-office, for 1 RK I t INING, OCTOBER 18, 18 cannot receire a letter from you h?re 'Tit imprfuible, ! without running the greateit ritk and dancer. Hare for me a dear, long, kind letter, sweet darling, when we meet, and oh, how I will lore you for it! WcDIfliDAT. Mn. Mytrt apain proltitt her Love, and appointi to meet , Hoyt tie next day. Dear darlinr?hew awfully, bitterly diaanDointed I am again to-day. Oh, Jaarest! I faal hi if I should die this day. My God ' I am dying to see you Dear, dearest one, won't you xvi ito mo this morning 1 Yea, wort one, I know you will, Kvery word will comfort me so sweetly. . Darling, you made me happy last evening by telling me you still loved me. Ob ! could y ou know the joy those dear words give me, you would not blame me for so often saying?" Dearest, do you love me V As I have told you before, 'tis not that I doubt you beloved, that I ask the ?uestion?tie only the delight of hearing you say, " Yes, do love you." Alter I left you yesterday, dear one. I repeated to myself those magic words of tnino, and oh ! what feeling of bliss did they not create in this bosom '. Dear, dearest angel, so long as you love me 1 am perfectly happy. Think of this, mine angel, and never, never take from me the precious treasure. Oh Ood : mine own worshipped one. how I do love you. In that hateful letter, he says " What will you give him neat 1?your very soul V Yes, loved one, my very soul ia yours?all, all is yours. I love you to perfection, idolatry?utter adoration. Yes. 1 love you to distraction itself. Dear, dearest darling. I entreat you never, never spurn a heart so devoted as mine. Oh! mine angel, no one can love you as your poor Virginia. She loves you. loves you, loves you. How faint these words to express the utter devotion of this heart. Dear, dearest one, shall I I not soon have a dear, kind note? Oh! yes, yes. Tell me, dear darling, you are laithfully mine, and then you have done what Heaven cannot do for me?you make me happy. Your aweet, precious note has been pressed te these foad lips. Oh. my Ood, beloved, why sav you are miserable wnen I love you better than my own soul. Doubtyou dearest!? No! My actions prove to you 1 do not. Think, my dear angel, of all I feel for you, and than you know 1 do not doubt you. I swear to you I do not doubt you. Kiss me, mine own love, and tell me you know I never can doubt yon. Oh! dearest, you are so kind to me: my heart ia full of gratitude to thee, and oh God! howloverllowing with love. To morrow, dearest, you shall see I doubt you not. As I am so anxious to see you, 1 am coming at half past eleven o'clock. May 11 1VVCI i ?v??? ma j / ? , IV! am ujuig iw ?vu ;w?i sweet one. Ob, dear, deareit, if you could read thia heart, bow you would love your Virginia?one so werthy of you?worthy only in one respect?that of deepest devotion. I may ride this evening, and now, darling, one request; il you love me, grant it. Just let me have one kind look, for, believe me, that look will be heaven to me; it will enable me to support the sad hours till we meet. Dearest, you do not know what 1 have suifered lately. I am telling you,literally the truth when I say for the last three mights I have not slept two hours, and since Monday morning 1 have not tasted a morsel of food. But, dearest, now I trust these teriible, awful sufferings are over, for now I know you still love me; and now 1 am happy, and, dearest, wont you be happy too I for, loved one, if you are miserable, I am so too. Therefore, sweet dueling, kiss me, and say you will be happy. Tomorrow, when we meet, won't you meet me with a smile, and then, then , thenl shall be so happy. I shall come to-morrow if it rains torrents. I cannot be disappointed again of my own dear kiss. THuasosv. | Mrs. Itftrt lament* her fate in being already Married. I Separated from you, mine own dearest love, my only j happiness is to think of you every moment, and write all these dear thoughts. Darliiur. 1 do feel sad. sad: to. day for tie last hour, 1 have been all alone weeping? yea ! weeping over a fate as dark, a* gloomy ri mine? oh, dear one, you do not know all I have to make me wretched, deareat; only (ee how I am aituated in thia world?bound forever, to a man who doea not heaitate to tell me he carea nothing for ma; treated alaa ! my Ood only knowa how cruelly. The affection of my father, mother, all my family alienated from me?living in thia unhappineaa, nay wretchedneaa, and yet not one hope in the future?I can look lor no relief, aave that of deatheach hour liable to be turned from thia my only hope, and caat oponfthe world.a perfect outcaat?oh. deareat, wa* ever woman ao lout, ao wretched. Ah ! beloved, could you aee me in theae momenta when I Buffer ao deeply, ah ! how you would pity me Dear, dear love, my deatiny it a dark and drear one. yet in thee, mine own one, I have auch a haven, how can I complain. 'Tia in theae momenta of aorrow, that I long for thee to lay my head on thy boaom, and let thee breathe away the Oloud from my aoul. Deareat, la it not atrange, that thy voice, thy very preeence, can tranquilize my mind, when 'tie almoat breaking, and how heavenly tia to feel thy atrengthening and protecting apirit over me! Oh, dear, dear love, what power you have over thia poor heart of mine?1 am youra ao entirely, you can make me jugt what jon will. " 1 <iftuld not auit one thought of thee, Nor bid my areemi of joy take wing ; I would not from thy spell be free, Per all the troaaurea earth can bring." Oh ! mine own, own one, do I not love thee, deeply, purely,?vea, dearest, mine own dearest, always love thee. Others may give you other inducements and can offer you far richer at ractiona, for darling I am a poor, desolate, forsaken creature and all I can give yon, sweet oDe, is a pure, true heart. A heart rich in all the treasures of aflection, a heart overflowing with love, idolatry for thee and only the; mine angle, will you reject thia I Oh no ! Love, dear love, tell me again and again. No ! no! oh! deareat oh ! how beautiful ia the affection existing between ua?oh ! how heavenly to love, aa we love <o purely, so fondly?bow divine is thia love of ours ! 1 clasp it to my own as my all. and Ood grant I may always have it in thii close embrace. Dear darling, precious ore, on Saturday at 13 o'clock. I am in paradise once?Till 1 meet you there, beloved idol, farewell. Thviidk Evkkino. Dearest, only one word to say I am going to ride on horseback to-morrow evening; now a~out sunset, remember to look for thy Viaoima. Directed to Mr. lloyt, Kx change Hotel. Ti'tsoar, 3 o'clock. I hare just returned, dear love, and I would fain seek relief from the agony 1 am now enduring, by writing you, mine own and only one, yet I cannot. My feelings are < such that I have not strength to write I feel as if 1 was lost forever?almost distracted; all 1 can do is to pray heaven to have mercy on one of the most wretched creatures living. Would to Uod you could look now in this heart, and read there its sorrow Alas : alaa! how would your bosom ream towards one so utterly forsaken by the whole world, and so utterly wretched. WrostsBir. Mrs. Myeri Ikrtatrm to deitroy htrttlf. 1 wrote you, dearest, the above lines on yesterday ? they speak to you of agonizing emotions. Last night what miserable hours of waking sorrow ! I have not closed my eyes in sleep; and this morning I sm almost exhausted from suffering?yet it is impossible tor me to support life this live-long day without meeting you. Oh, dear, dear, dearest one, 1 cannot picture to you my misery?It is now overpowering, overwhelming. I can no longer endure it?it must kill me. Dearest, what momenta or suffering were thoae passed yesterday?it chilli my vary blood to think ol them Deareit darling, you did not love me yetterday. Your manner was ao changed towards me that I could not tail to observe it. You were actually cold towards me Oh, dear, dear love, why is this change I Now I need every kindness, every affection trom you, to enable me to support life; and now, in this hour of my agony, would you desert mc ? Would you, too, my only loved one. leave me, fotsake me 7 You, the oniy being who has made me cling to this wretched existence, would tea withdraw from me your blessed support You taken from me, then, then, alas ! am 1 utterly forsaken ! Yes, altogether desolate?for, dearest, are you not my all in this wide world I My family, my friends, have each on# proved false to me, and would you, too. mine angel 1 Ah, what tenfold agony is in the very reflection. But, dear, adored one, even if you despise me, 1 cannot blame you, forthey tell you I am unworthy of you? thay tall you I possess naught to make a woman beloved; and, dear love, it may be you believe them. You may spurn me, cast me Irom you as a being altogether worthless, yet 1 will not utter one complaint?no, doarest, I will never reproach you Rejected and spurned, vet 1 must ever love you, for to you I am indebted for all the happinesa I have ever known in this life. Your love has given me such Joy as can only be felt in Paradise You aro the enly creature who has shown me kindness. You alone, as mine own dear guardian angel, have taught me to bear my sorrow -and can I. will I, ever forget those acts ol inercy ? No. 1 call Ood to witness I never shall. My latest breath shall he spent in ruaying Heaven to bless you. Yes, I pray my Ood to bless one whom I love tar better than my own life. Dear, darling one, perhaps you no longer love mo ; but, oh ! Ood, caat me not away as unworthy. That you should think me unworthy, breaks my vary heart. Dearest, in all humility I kneel to you, and 1 unuloie vou think not too harahly o( me?oh ! believe not ell that they tell Believe not yonr diatracted, poor Virginia i* not u pare at erapht above. If you ceate to love me, for God'a take ceate not to reapect me. Tell me, I entreat you, that I hall e\ er poateta your retpect, and that at leait will take one pang from my agonizod hoaom. Dear love, though they may endeavor to make you helievo that I am the vileat of women, oh, I have with all my faulta one virtue left?I love vou, deareat one ; love you till worda fail to apeak auch depth, auch atreng'h of devotion. But, darling, how can you beliave what they aay of me 1 Have I not conAded to you every feeling of thia hoaom I Have I not told yon every thought ? And, oh ! deareat,knowing me aa you do,my Ood,how can you lend a liatcniug ear to auch worda aa they apeak againat me ' When I think of how I have been wronged and accnaed, my very heart feela at if it would break, and, dear love, ia it not natural I ahould an Iter thua I I am a human being?I have tome of the feelingt of humanity, though they would aay I had not My heart ii not of atone? I mutt and do reel Oh. Ood alone knewa how it haa rent my vary aotil. But, darling, I care not what 1 they and the whole world think of me, but oh ! good (>od, | that you ahould think harvhly of me! Thia Alia the bitter I cupofaorrow to overAowing But, deareat, in yenr momenta of calmreai and rejection, yon cannot balieve what thay tall you of me. Bee with whet confidence, what faith I have entruatod to you my happineai, my very life, and would you now deceiva me I Oh, rny Ood, if you have ceaaed to love me, then I cannot, will not live, for life then, alaa, ia a blank, an agony. But, darling one, for the take of mercy, tell me you itiU retpect ma. Dear, dear angel, I blame you not. Mine own brother haa told you l waa unworthy of yau, and I cannot blame you for believing him. Man haa not to tea every thought of thia bo torn, but I thank Ood ha can aaa all-be knowe my aorrowa,and aaa heavenly father,h?pitiea me. Thia [ poor heart, broken, torn though It be, la aa pore aa Hee IERA 16. van itself. Never has one impure thought su)lie<i its brightness ; it is filled with but one teeling, and that is love, adoring, idolatrous love for thee 1 Oh. dearest, when 1 think they hare made you despise me, good God1 whither shall 1 go ? I am alone, unprotected, all desert me. He whom I worshipped as my idol, as my angel, he has forsaken me?now there are none left Dear one, you hare made me love life?you hare made me cling to existence, and now that yon forsake me, farewell, yea, farewell, I dread not death. I hesitate not to cud this wretched existence by my own baud* Ond will have more\ on mv soul, for he will foririve me for taking a life I can no longer endure. Dear beloved one, 1 have naught now to lire for, and I am ao miserable that I have lost my very senses. By my side I have a vial of laudanum, enough, thrice enough to cause death. Only think how happy 1 am to know, just in one draught. I can still the throbbings of this heart! I will do it?for oh ! 1 can no longer live. Then, dearest, farewell! yes, forever, Kre one hour, perhaps, you may hear that she who loved you so fondly la now no more. Pray for me, dealest?pray tiod to have mercy on my soul?for I must die. O, tiod ! give ma strength to drink it. Forgive me, deaiest ; oh, forfive me, dearest ; oh, forgive me, for the sake of heaven. love you, love you, till reason has left me. My Ood, perhaps this is the last word I shall ever write. Uood tiod 1 am deranged?actually deranged. My pen falls from my hand. Oh, Ood, what wretchedness ! (Continuation of Sunt.) Wmstiiur Kvumisn. My Ood! beloved, could you know what wero my foelinga a few hours since, you would believe, what I have often told you, that l'shall die a maniac. I can scarcely realise that I am now living, for I wus so near death ! Why, why was it that 1 hesitated to drink that poison ? Why was it that 1 feared to die I The sweet hope that you might still lore me?for this love makes me cling to life. Deprived of that love, death has not one sting. I have suffered so intensely to day that I was compelled to take an opiate, under the plea of violent hendache. I have slept for several hours, and this in some degree calmed the excitement of feeling. Last night, i did not even cloae my eyes, and this bodily exhaustion has augmented the miseries of my mind. When these attacks of periect agony come over me, I really believe, for the time being. I huvo not my senses ; and 1 really fear now to be left alone. 1 tremble lest, from the desperation of sorrow, I may in a moment of rashness put an end to my own existence I tremble when I think what ia to tie my fate in this world. Oh ! dearest, if you could look in this heart, and see how wretched, how perfectly miserable I am, you would pity me. There does not beat in the breast of mortal a heart so broken, so lacciated as mine You know, beloved one. all mv trials on) you do not blame me for being wretched?for, oh, (iod 1 have no hope, tare the hope of death. Deureat, I pray you forgive me for having thought for a moment that you had ceaaed to love me. On yeaterday 1 thought you were cold toward* me, but perhap*. because I wai suffering so much, I may have wronged you even by thinking so Forgive me, lor I was so happy that I have longed in that hour of sorrow, for every iirool of affection. I felt that your dear word* of love alone should support my sinking heart, and I knew your dear voice alone could revive in my soul the springs of life But, darling, remember, 1 did not blame you ; you were given to understand I was unworthy of you, and could I thon I.lame you for ceasing to love so unworthy an object?? But, oh darling one, Relieve this of me This life shall Krove to you 1 am worthy of thee. Dear love, only see ow I auore thee ; every action Of this life shall convince you of the truth of the devotion, the purity of this heart. Oh! dearest, once more let me entreat you, implore you, to love me. 'Tis my all, 'tis my vory breath. Oh'. to know that you love me ?to hear it from thy sweet lips -, to see it in those dear eyes?those eyes more eloquent than words. This, this is my happiness, and what trouble, what suffering, would be too high a price for thy love ? Oh ! dearest, so long as you love me 1 care for nothing olse?ohjdarling, can you ever desert one who loves you as 1 do? Dearest, when I dwell on the deep exalted feelings of this heart, which no language can express ! I cannot merely say, I love you: no?it is something more than love ! more even than idolatry?'tis a feeling 1 cannot describe) but 'tis a sort of worship, of intense idolatry, which exceeds the vary bounds of imagination. Darling, if you would only know how 1 love you, then you would know I was worthy of you. Mine angel, I love you to that degree of adoration, that my life is in your hands?with you it rests whether I live or die?for thy love taken from me, then, alas ! death is miserable?remember thoee words, and pause ere you decide my fate ! Dearest angel, Hi* this tear which makes me miserable? it almost kills me?and darling, you cannot blame me for feeling thus, when you recollect that yuv are my all In this world, and as the only being I love, it is but natural 1 should cling to you, with such fondness, auch tenacity. Darling, 1 am so miserable when away from you, that hours nctually aeem days, and since yesterday appears an eternity?on tomorrow? Ood grant 1 may get a dear note from you tell ing me the heavenly words, that you still love me. Oh ! when shall I meet you? For heaven sake, let it be inetentfv, inttantlv. for this absence almost takes from m? life itioif. I left No. 18 at a moat nnlortunate moment, I fear, for 1 observed several persons in the room opposite, whoae face* I could not distinguish from my veil, also a aervant in the Rotunda. Now, I am afraid they will apeak of it, for of courto, they had aeen the door tried, and then my coming out looke ! anapicioui 1 wiahed I bad remained a few uiinutea longer; then I might hare laft unobserved Do, darling, try every way and ascertain if anything haa been taid by the ner; vanta, for tia them I fear. I can only hope you did nut come out the fame door I did, for [did you, of course it gave rise to remarks. However, I trust, these are only my fears?but should yon find that anything has been aid, you had beat endeavor to explain it away ?I thick it strange the door should have been triod twice, and I should like you to And out the person so inquisitive. I am almost afraid to go to 41, for there I am so apt to meet Martha; however, dearest, I leave it to you to make the arrangement^ hut I beg j ou will use all means to And out if anything haa been said, as I feel very anxious to know. 1 cannot but regret I left at the time I did; however, no one may have recognised me through my veil. Vou ean And out, surely. Oh! nearest, if I do not soon see you, 1 know not what will become of me. Again, darling, I beseech you, let it be tha llrat moment it is possible, for loving you as I do, absence is insuppoitable. Krom the lots of rest and opium together, my hem I aches so badly that I must write no more till to-morrow. Dear love, won't you klee your poor, poor Virginia, and say you still love her? (Continuation if Some.) THt'asosv, ? Alas! Jearest, this morning I am so sad I cannot write. I.cannot account foiilheso fits of deenest melancholv. which almost drive me inad, but 'tis my fate, and cannot struggle against it-darling, I am this moment suffering more than I can tell jou ; I only hope and pray God, your dear note may balm and soothe me. did not 1-tive yesterduy, a-, he expected; he was prevented by sickness. The whole day did 1 devote in attention to him. 1, with my own hands, supplied evoiy waut, fanning, and watching him, while he slept. Hvery th'ng that affection or kindness could dictate, was dono by me with tenderness, and if 1 was so vile as he represents me, must not my heart be pure when it thus returns good for evil. Oh! dearest, could you be with me every moment, see all my actions of kiudnexand tendenessto those who show me naught but tinkinilness, then dearest, I know you would love me. it would he impossible for you to do otheiwise; 1 only long sweet ono, for you to know me as I am?I want you to read every feeling of this pure bosom, and then 1 know you are mine, mine forever, dearest. I must cease writing, for I find those feelings coming back upou me, which almost made me seek deatu, yesterday Oh ! they are so terrible, so fearful? I am shuddering from them, dearest. Will you not pray God to give me strength to resist them? What, if in one of those moments, 1 should destroy myself??oh, that I never again could bo alone, for I tremble for the consequence. Dearest, you know not how awful these feelings are. Tne only thing that relives me is to write to you, dearest. If you cannot see me this week 1 shall put a letter in the office for you on Friday afternoon Darling love, let me write you, f?r you know not what a comfott it is. Oh mine own one, darling angel, 1 am so Diiseiable, so wretched, that 1 koow not il I shall live to see you again on this earth; it seems that I cannot support this life of anguish I must die. Oh! peihaps, heaven may have mcicy on me uear, near love, wny win jon not wrni rnn irom an thane snifcripgs, and make me happy, happy? But, dar ling, forgive me;, I know not what I ask. God grant your precious worda may chase sorrow from the heart of your VIRGINIA. The ?th letter, written by Mrs Myers, dated Astor Mouse, New York, MonJay night. 9 o'clock, and ail dresaed to D M. Hoyt, Richmond, was read but Its character, in some respects, was cl such a delicate nature' that the Commonwealth's Attorney objected to it being published. In it the lady deeply legretted horabscnce from Hoyt; declared her only eaithly desire was to see bim ; referred disparagingly to her husband ; and professed the most undying attachment lor II , culling him her angel, her darling love, her all. 8he also refers in it to her ill health, and mention! an unpleasant viait from Dr. Gray, in a professional way ; denounce* quacks and their noetiums ; and winds up with an earnest desire to impress a fervent kiss on Hoyt's lips. When the ninth letter was concluded, the Commonwealth s Attorney observed that he ahou d like to reed a letter, which ha expected was in the possession of Mr. Perview, who was at that t>me out or Court, but presumed he would return in a few moments. He remarked that he had become disgusted with them, and when that one to which he referred was read, he should discontinue their reading on the part of the Commonwealth, for he considered them entirely irrelevant to the cause. He said he could show letteis written by Mrs. Myers to Hoyt wherever she went?from Baltimore, Philadelphia, New York and Alta Vista; but he really did not think ttiey nan anv uiing in ine world to do with the matter in hand. Did he believe them to l>e teatimony, he truated in (lod hii patience would enable him to continue reading even to the end of the year, were it neceaaary. lie aai I there wee a letter which he believed related to the meeting of Hoyt and Mri. Myera at No 41 Kxchange-and e? one ol that lady'a letter* had been read, in which that interview waa mentioned, it waa juit that the invitation to that meeting ahould be heard. While waiting frr thi? note, the cotinael for the defence proceeded to read a lotI tar written by Mr* Myera, and received in the city ?'"ce I Hoy t'e death, in which ahe appear* to he much diapleaaed 1 at a rumor given hei by a friend, accuaing Hoyt of hav ing placed her letter* to him into the hand* of Dr. Mllla, i for puhlio exhibition. Dr. Mill* being in court at the 1 time of reading, declared the rumor Mr*. M. alluded to, 1 falae, aaaerting moat poaitively that Hoyt had never given him any letter*, and that he did not even know ot the exietence of any thing of the kind, until alter Hoyt waa in enaible. At mv CouaiVe, Ma*. D Jfra. Afyert reproaching him for hie attention to another laity. Now, deareat, plaaM tell ma what 1 ahall do. If I ra LD. HUI ?W* OHM. main I expect I thai) have to go with . for hie whole family seemed determined on it, and Mr M. ia particularly anxious. 1 know not what to make of it?I only know I have a horror or dread of him, and travelling under hie protection ia awftil to me. Than I prefer atavinx at e Hoarding houae to Mra.??'a , but there I would be thrown with yeraona I care nothing about, end then I hould he dependent on young men. on going out entirely, and there are some I know would take advantage of u, neuiK intuiiii 01 >ir .iiyvri. mvrv vie vujvvuvua w remaining , mi 1 yet, dearest, I cannot leave you, and if rou will not go wi'h me. I must remain ; but if I remain may lie compelled to go with ??. Do, ilaareat love, toll mo what I abail do?for you know, darling, my happiness consists in obeying yourevery with, tad this is what I cull devoted love Only think, deareat. and tell me what to do. I feel to weak, to badly, that I fear I could not undeigo the fatigue of travelling ; and thou 1 think of slaying here all the time- but again, I have a motive in going to New York, which I cannot relinquish. What to do I know not. Do advise me, dearest, for I must determine now in a lew days I have invitations lrom 's fsm ly to remain with them, but these invitations I care not to accept; however, I am grateful for them, for they show me that there are ions here who consider me more worthy of tneir acquaintance than does the standard of propriety?and daughters. They at least thiuk ma worthy of being an inmate of their household. But, darling, forgive me?I have uttered words unfitting for me ; I forgot how desolate I am, and how utterly unworthy the lowest ol Clod's creatures. I forgot my iinwortbiness. There are those who love me, and tell me 1 am all pure, all angelic. They would fain make me believe 1 was a very angel, so hjgu do I stand in their estimation ; but I pray (iod always to ktep me thus low and humbled, and that 1 never may forget now desolate, how lonely I am in this world. I ouce too had pride, but alas my Clod ! it has been withered, crushed forever. Dearest, 1 will tell you something if you promise not to be angry with me. 1 beard last night of a scane between you and . Tha last night waa in town, you see.it was observed,as tha person who told me overheard the conversation. She waa wishing for something it was impossible for her to get. On her departure you Instantly said, " Do allow me the exquisite happiness nf nrocurinff it for von. unci I will annH it to vnti inH may I not write you ? 'twill lie iuch happiness (or me to write to one|who hue elicited from me reelings 1 oarer before experienced 1" She consented?you got a card and took her addreie Now, deareet, remember, I don't eay one word Think what your feeling* would be to hearofthiiof me. Mine are the very aame a* your* would be. Thi* person (aid to me, evidently for the purpose of seeing what effect it woulJ hare, " Could you have seen the tenderness and devotion of his manner, you would here agreed with me he was desperately in love; but then (he is so rich?we noue of us could resist." I replied, " If you think this of Mr. Host, you do not know him, for I am sure he loves her for herself alone, and think* not once of her wealth He has too much nobleness of feeling for this " Of course, 1 was to be ban tered about taking your part so warmly What my feelings were they could not see, but you know well, dear est. what they were, and it is but natural I should hare these feelings?you would have the very same. Dearest, part of this letter has been written in tears; they are holy ones, shed for you. Read this latter, dearest, ere you retire to-night : also one particular on* I wrote you while w as here. You may remember it, for it was written iu the despair of love, when I was so wretched that life itself was almost taken. Will you read it, Just ere yeu retire 1 1 ask it as an especial requast. Dearest, will it not prompt you to send mo a kind nota to-morrow 1 Dear lovo, write ine exactly as you feel, and than H will make me either happy or miserable. With you it rests.|At 1 o'clock to moirow. Does not this deserve a long reply Will you ever have patience to read this volume J On, yes . lor iia.irom a loving, true, pure ncarc. [The folio win! ii supposed to be the letter Mrs. Mvsrs refers to in the above, and which she so strongly Insisted on Hoy t's reading before he retired for the night:] Sattrdat, 6 o'clock. My tfod ! my Ood ! whet im I not suffering ! Agony, ves, tenfold agony May r not still cell you deer, deerest love ? for. oh, vou ere so in the fullest meemingof those words. Yes. dear one, I must speak with you now, openly, freely, for, oh, I can no longer endure the agonizing suspense, this torturing anxietv. If there should be tine word here to give you pein, oh, my darling one, forgive, for you know not the withering anguish which is consuming my inmost soul. Rather, beloved, than give you one pang, I would sooner die. Therefore, dearest. remember this, and pardon a poor, forsaken, heartbroken woman. Darling of my very life, I now kneel to yon. I entreat vou in the name of mercy, to be candid with me Oh, deceive me not, aa 1 now stand on the very brink of perdition. Tell me, 1 implore vou tell me, are your feelings changed to sards met From your remark and conduct thia morning, I inferred thie ?that vou felt yeur feelings bad undergone t change. You almost feared the eflect this intelligence might have on me, and you could not find it in your heart to inflict thia wound Ob, deareat, let not theie feelings deter you from acting toward* me candidly ? Deceive me not. I appreciate, dear one, your kind, noble heart which prompt* >ou to act tbu*. Thia, too, prove* to me your true nobleness of character, which I have always knowD jou to possess. But, dear lave. 1 cannot remain in this state of bitter, awful auspense. Oh, could you know the very anguish I am now enduring, you would at least pity me, poor wretch aa I am. Dearest, this is a subject I cannot apeak on, and, therefore, I write. Oh. my Uod, loved one, let me Dot remain loog in this slate of agony, or ebe I am lost forever Fear not to tell me, dear one, for whan all have deaarted ma, God will take me to himself. Think not, deareat, 1 will com* I mill, or re|>run a juu nw iiu . i cuiuui. i wia uuw Dear one, 'tie my fate to be desolate, end, oh, my (tod, help me ere I perish It i* not strange, deer one, that you should chaise toward! me. No I no ! for I am too poor and miserable and desolate for any one to loee? much less a being like thine own dear self No one, no one lovei me. Everv one in thii wide world haa forsaken mo. and then, oh ! dear one, how can I blame you for changing ? No ! no ! deareit, 1 blame you not Dear one, 1 only prey to Ood that he will ahow you bow I lore you. I hare no power to do so. But, darling, wont you aomotimea think of me 7 Think of all I hara raftered, ami at least may I know I bare thy pity. That will l>e one aweet drop In the bit er cup af sorrow which I have drained to the very dregs Have I done nothing, sulfated nothing, abandoned nothing for thee I Oh, Ood, I have given up the world for tbeo I have loved thee till I can love nought elae beside thee. 1 have no other Ood but thee. To none but tbeo have I bowed down and worshipped. Thy hoiom is mine altar, and now I offer up myself a sacrifice to thee. Oh, Ood, dearest. I love thee, love thee, madly love thee. Theu haat drank mv heart dry of all love. Thou art more to me than earth or,heaven. They have but given me life?thou caveat me love. Yea, when I was all alone in thie world, miaereble, wretched, thou, dear angel, came to lae. Thou bidst me live, and, eh, when thou told'at me of love, then then was tbie being made n?w. I lived, as it wara, ha a world of joy, of bliss. Y'ea, dearest, the few brief months 1 have known thee, I have been happier than I ever dreamed it was possible to be, for what greater happiness it there than thy love 1 Oh, dearest, I can never, never forget all your kindness to me. When I VII wrvtrbcJ, forsaken, von were the dear one who made me happy. Vou taught me to love life, fur yon made that iile e heaven. Forget itf No f n<#e'n in death. Dearest, when I have so often asked you if you loved me. it wee not because I doubted (hee, but those very words from thy lips, " 1 love thee," gavo tue such feelings of rapture, lor I cannot Know too oitvn 01 my miss. nia, nariing, made me an often aay, " love, do you love me V But, deaioat, why dwell on thoae sweet momenta, the memory of which almost drive* me mad ? Now, dearest, once more I appeal to you, in the name of heaven, if you have changed towards me, tell me frankly, freely. I had rather he relieved of this awful suspense and die, for there in the grave, at least, is peace. Think not, deareat, I will blame you for deserting a poor being so utterly unhappy. If you are still mine own, mine beloved, oh, say so, an 1 you bring to this heart the very joy of heaven. Wood night, love. My Ood, what a night ot agony before me ! But I will lie awake and pray heaven not to take you from me, and that will giro me some relief. Si'RDsr, 6o'clock. M rt. My ert again rrproackti Hoy I for kit atlmtioni to another lady. God of mercy : give me strength to write you whet I have thia day heard. Now all ia explained, end now I understand why ynu made thoaa remarks to mo on Saturday ?remarks which rent my heart in twain. Today I have heard all. I have not time to write fully, far I have hut a moment'a leisure. A friend called to soo mo, end I *nw from his manner end converaelien he had in (nothing to say paiticularly. Immediately he introducedyou ? and think, my God ! what were my feeling*, when he told me the following : He aey*. there kaa been at the I .Kcharge. a certain lady, by name Miaa , whom you were introduced to anu took at first a desperate fancy to After a few day a thia fancy ripened into lova, and ere *he left you offered her your heart and handWhile she was at the Exchange, your attentions to her were to markod * to he the subject of general remark. Yon shut up yonr ofllco the whole morning, and ?-Bte with liar till dinner was announced? The evening and night the sain* devoted attention? every moment by her aide. Yon first mad# you* feelings known to her, by presenting her with a Bower. All the circumstance* were detailed to me mos* minutely. You requested her |>ermi?aion to write her while she would be in New Y ork; and when she returns to Loui . hi i- I? .i ih? Kxchanee. All this I heard, partly from a friend, and partly by a letter. The letter told me every circumstance. which 1 received yeaterday.laat night. but did not believe it, inaaaanok aa I knew not who the writer waa ?But thia morning it we# conBrmed by a friend, who told ma almoat all that waa contained in the latter Now I have told you all Aek your own heart if you hava bean faithful to ma I Mama yen not for preferring a woman of*beauty, rank, wealth, to a poor miaerable wretch, who had nothing, nothing to oiler you aave a devoted heart. No! Not one reproach' But tliia I mutt aay. Think haw I bava acted towarda all gentleman. Loting you aa I do, I could sat do otherwife. While you ware breathing to her "protaaUtiaue of love," (thia the latter aaya.) I waa here weeping. Buffering egony. While there you were, I waa bagging for one word to aava ma, and yet you had no time to write You could not ahut up your office one day to aae me, but to aae bar, you could do it for five day a in auccaaaian." But enough ! enough ! I will not utter ene reproach But could you read the letter, and hear the word* I thia day heard, yea would not tilame me. Krom whom the letter came I knew not?it commence* by aaying ha, a* a friend of mine, conaidera it hi* duty to tall me how I hava been deceived in yon. Ha than relate* to a* all your atten^ tiona to Mia* , and your proposal, and much more which I cannot now repeat, for, alet! I hava no heart to write Miaarablaaa I am, I shall hava tb* aw eat cenaciouaneaa of knowing you are happy. Ok, that aha ! may lota you aa I love you. Then you muat be happy. I prey (fo.l you may both be perfectly happy. My Mat 1 and only wish i* that you will aamathnaa think of hay

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