Martinsburgh gazette. [volume] (Martinsburgh, Va. [W. Va.]) 1810-1825, 1824-08-19
TUE VALLEY OF CHAMoY.


sung the beautiful vale of Ayoca, and
when the genius of poetry seat'ers her
acred incense, in the maturity Oh It's
richness over our sylvan scenery, some
other minstrel will celeb ate, IN strains
as sweet, the unexcelled beauties OF the
vale Of Chamoy, though, as YET, Hs
green arbours are tenantless, its maJes-
tic buttonwoods and lofty pines spread
abroad in blue sky, unciouded 10y the
smoke of cities, and its romantic shrub
berry blooms ,mcultured. Thirty years
az ). rude log hut stood by the large
moss surrounded spring, from winch the
little riyulet that bears the valley name
flows away towards tie distant river'
and beautiful girl might have been
seen among the solitary trees, or sItIng
beside the clear and gentle waters,
watching its flow amongthe green banks,
or earnestly gazing towards The wes', as
tie declining sun sunk down behind the
lofty and overshadowing Mills. In the
neatness and elegance Of her attire; IN
the milaness and gracefulness OF her
form and step, and, more than all, in
the pale blu, enchanting beauty OF her
features, on which slight tlnge OF
thought was blended with thousand
attractive charms; she reminded one of
the pictured fairy of some romantic tale,
breathing out her soul in worship OF the
wild and splendid sublimities of the for
est scenery, b, day, and the outspread
armament, glowing with its million OF
stars, by night.
But each returning night changed the
aspect of the cottage scene, and added
another inmate to its Inhabitants. A tai!
and bold-featured man, clothed IN
huntsman's garb, sat by the hr side OF
that sweet girl, and listened with ecstacy
TO the soft voice with which she accom-
panied some lovely air on her beloved
harp; and while he looked uaon her
face, and held her little hand, lovers
rapture glowed along his brow, and his
fine black eye kindled in new animation,
and sparlled with new delight.
II was the cottage of Albert and Au-
gusta. 1t was here, in this wild and re-
tired and beautiful retreat, that they
sought and found refuge from the vim
dictive spirit of pround and relentless re-
latives, whose hearts, from the first, had
been bent on the prevention OF their I'M
ion. and who, there was reason to believe,
would not spare the power OF their ut
most might, in crushing the alliance for
ever Theirs was the history of eros
sed but perseve'ing adventurous, heroic
love; from the abodes of men. and the
haunt, of civilization, they fled together,
happier far IN the possession of each .
Others love, surrounded by forests and
mountains, than they could be separate,
tho Teasing on all the heart could de-
sire or the eye could wish.
Two summers passed away in the Val
-1ev of Chamoy, and every evening NJ
bert was welcomed to his hut, by the
GENT Augusta. and laid the choice .tri-
butte of mountain game at her feet
Again the warm spring suns had melted
the SHOWS from the steep hills and the
ice had been swept away from the gem
lie stream. The young couple looked
forward to the summer with delight
Albert had purchased considerable
tract of land from distant proprietor,
which Law further down the brook, and
was now contemplating ii. improvement
A neat little dwelling arose before his
fancy, and green fields, and fleecy flocks,
and lowing herds, were already present
TO his mind. He thought how much
sweeter would be the enjoyment Au-
gusta's smiles afforded, when he could
reflect he had restored TO her some por-
ton. however small, of those luxuries of
which he had deprived her.
Full of the thought, he returned one
evening from the arduous pursuit OF
game, and, passing on the hilltop, to
hear the sound of his beloved ones harp,
aud view the smoke ascending from his
rustic home. his heart beat quick, as on
Che utmost. the most breathless atten-
ton he could not hear the one or see
the other 1t was the first time has eye
or ear bad ever been disappointed; a
new feeling trembled along the heart
st ings, and he fastened to the lonely
habitation. II as.lonely indeed. The
old bucket hung on a branch of willow;
the few articles of househ I'D utensils
lay scattered round. as they had been
in the morning and Augustus harp hang
Ia its wonted place. But she was no
longer there"
Horror took possession OF Alber's
soul-he called on the name of Angus
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