A CANADIAN ROMANOE.

Evening Post, Volume XLIX, Issue 134, 8 June 1895, Page 1 (Supplement)

A CANADIAN ROMANOE.

• Visitors to the cemetery at Hamilton, Ontario, may see a beautiful marble cross entwined with ivy leaves which stands in a littlo plot a few hundred feet direotly west of the chapel. The cross bears only the name Eva, with no surname or other sign to perpetuate the memory of the occupant of the grave beneath. That is all that remains to murk the conclusion of a life romance. The delicately carved and cold white leaves of the sculptured ivy nestle over the name and twine about its letters, and "droop sadly down the shaft of the cross, as if they would guard even that small clue from the prying eyes of strangers. Well as the little ivy guarded the secret of the tomb, for few of the thousands who pass by are any the wiser. When Hamilton "was a British army post, before Coni federation, a certain regiment was . stationed there, _ which numbered . among its officers many scions of ' nobihty. One young lord, whose ' family name figures prominently in . Burke, "was among them, and soon i after his arrival a stately andbeautiful i girl followed the regiment here. Her j previous history was not generally

r known, but here she occupied hand* i some apirtm«nt? provided by Laid b , drove her own carriage, ancf, i seemed to enjoy life during the several r years the corps remained. But one ¦ day there was an estrangement, and . the usual tempestuous, tear-some parti ing. Probably the same thing had r* happened before, and reconciliation j had followed. But this time while i the coolness lasted the regiment got > the route, and was ordered suddenly t to Halifax. Lord accompanied [ it. The girl was left here. She i grieved and pined for a few weeks, i and then died — not, of course, of a • broken heart, because medical science , has abundantly demonstrated thaij . hearts don't break. But, any way, . she died and was buried. Not long ; after the marble cross draped with ivy was sent on from Halifax, and was placed over the grave. It was the tribute of sorrow that came too Lite.