The Sun.
London, England, 1828-07-18 00:00:00

THE EVENING HOUR.

(From the Oriental Herald.)
Thou art not bright as is the Orient morn,
That, like a young bride, cometh from the East,
Beaming with gorgeous beauty—thou canst not
To universal nature give the hues
Of her rich loveliness—thou canst not yield
The gladdening freshness of the early dawn ;
But yet thy lustre, soften'd and subdued,
Is not less beautiful—.thy chasten'd light
Not less delicious—through the tuneful groves
The song of hymning birds is not less sweet,
Although the strain is not so full of life
As the wild bursting harmony of morn,
When the young warblers court the early sun,
And revel in his glorious beams; yet still
Their murmurs are most musical, and soothe
The wanderer with their pensive melody.
All things that in the mellow radiance rest,
Look soft and beautiful—this is the time
For lovers' vows, and this the thrilling hour,
When beauty, in the mazes of the dance,
Looks most voluptuous, and is most beloved.
And thus it is with man—he goeth fortk
In life's gay morn, and feels a giant's strength
Stirring within him, and the earth is strewn
With fruits and flowers, luxurious to the eye,
That promise him delight. He wanders on—
His brightest visions perish—all things wear
The sober hues of dull reality—
He finds he was a dreamer :—happy he,
Who, when the joys in which his spirit lived
Are dead within him—when the fire is quench'd
In which his youth had rioted, can find
Food for the restless and eternal soul,—
That, conscious of its powers, can slumber not,
Nor sink supine in joyless indolence,—
In more exalted paths, and presses on,
With quicken'd pace, to intellectual prime :
And now the shades arc falling—all things wear
A dim and dusky aspect—and the moon
Will shortly walk in beauty through the sky.
The distant rocks and lakes of gleaming blue,
Beneath her silver beams, will shadow forth
The beauteous image of a fairy land,—
Proclaiming that the still and silent night
Is full of beauty.

ELOPEMENT.—At a very early hour on
Thursday last, an elopement took place from West Teign-
mouth, Devon. The parties were married in this town—
nearly 60 miles from Teignmouth,. the same morning, and
so great was the interest excited on the occasion, that
from 900 to 1,000 persons were in attendance at: the
church yard to catch a glimpse of the happy pair. The
gentleman's nacee is Cams MORTIMER SMITH, his father
is a clergyman, and resides near Winchester, the lady is a
Miss MARY RUTHERFORD LEIGH, daughter of a gentle-
man wko is at present living at Teignmouth. The officiat-
ing clergyman was from Hampshire, and a friend of the
bridegroom.— Taunton Courier.

THE DISAPPOINTED LOVERS.—A young
man residing in this town, who had arrived at the prudent
and discreet age of IS, had long been enamoured of an
interesting villagoise, ranch younger than himself, by whom
the ardour of his affection was reciprocated, and who re-
warded him with the promise of her hand. The hour of
anxious joy arrived—the nuptial rites were performed on
Sunday last in the neighbouring church of C , and
the remainder of the day spent in mirth and festivity at
the house of one of the bride's relations. The party as-
sembled to celebrate the event had already regaled them-
selves with an excellent supper, and after pledging the fu-
the " parting bridal bowl of bliss," they were bidding the
prosperity of the youthful couple, in
anffeectainondate adieu, and leaving them to realise
anticipated visions of the marriage state, when
'nPgthi is interesting moment, the harmony of the fare-
j:itvoulglier'letiel—rreshcle;aiPrtie was marred by the appearance of the hard-hearted
father of the bridegroom, who, interposing his authority,
consigned his beloved son to the strong arms of the law,
on the charge of having procured the marriage by false re-
presentation, not being a parishioner of C------. He
was forthwith hurried from the apartment of his beloved
wife to contemplate the romance of his situation in the soli-
tudes of a prison, where be was detained till the following
day. The silence of this drear abode was only broken
by the stern and admonitory voice of parental anger, but
all-powerful love at last prevailed, and the father finding
his son resolved to resist both commands and entreaties to
abandon his cars sposa, yielded to dire necessity, and
made amends for the night's adventure, by restoring the
enamoured swain to the arms of his young and beautiful
bride.---Cheltenliam Chronicle.