Probable Suicide
--An effecting Letter.--The New Orleans Bee, of the 1st inst., says that at an early hour yesterday morning a woman's show was picked up on the leaves near the liver, just above the steamship landing. First District. It contained two letters, written in a delicate handwriting, one of them signed "Emily, " not addressed to any one, and mentioning no names. One of then is in such a rambling, unconnected style, as would lead to the supposition that the writer was laboring under an aberration of mind The other was probably written first, and is evidently intended for a lover. It is a touching and simply worded paper, and we give it entire, as follows:‘ "When I am gone you will feel how much I loved you, and will remember every work I told you the last time we met. Oh, how strongly I recollect them new, and how bitterly I feel to know that you listened, but did not believe. You thought I was weak and foolish — that I did not mean all I said. Will you think so now? But do not think I reproach you. Oh, no, I could not, I would not do that, and I should never have any piece in another sphere if I thought you accused yourself of being he cause of what I have done or what I am going to do. You will think I am writing very calmly, perhaps coldly, in speaking the way I do of such things; and may be I am, but it is not because I do not feel. Oh, God, you will know what. It is because my heart feels like ice, and I am as cold all over as if I was dead already, and only my spirit was writing. Yes, I am dead, dead, for my spirit is resolved, and only one little necessary to make me dead to the eyes of others.
"My beloved" I know that you thought you were doing all for the best, and that you did not want me to sacrifice myself as you thought I would be doing. But had I not sacrificed myself already? I thought so, and I told you so. There could be no more sacrificed for me. Well, never mind now. It was necessary, for your sake, that I should see you no more Oh, how hard I tried to think this was not so, but I knew it was. You did not like to tell me of it plainly, but I knew it just ice well all the time. What would I be without you? I looked ahead of me, and on, the road was so dark so frightful to me, I could not it. You will forgive your family, wont Her only finest was loving you too. for her own happiness.
"Don't grieve for me, earling, but think of me often, for I shall be always with you. --Speak to me often, for if I cannot answer you, I will so love to hear your dear voice and know that you are talking to me in words of love. God forever protect and proper you my own beloved. Good bye, good bye, good bye. Emilly."
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