The Wilmingtonian, and Delaware register., 1825-06-16
JUNzE 16, IG25.

subjects; but there was rich tenderness
that trembled in her voice. fond, linger-
ing, tell-tale something that rioted in her
downcast eye--a magic manner breathing
around her that flung out golden favors in
rich profusion, to the man she loved, and
created hopes too powerful even for her
words to destroy.
There are some persons in this world,
who seem created with thousand fairy
enchantments woven around them. Say
what they will-do what they will-sccld,
frown, or applaud-there is still the same
beautiful manner, softcning and brighten
ing in every word, and breathing its dear,
mysterious influence in every look. Such
a one was my niece, Caroline NJ.
A few years ago, found it necessary to
leave nv home for trip to Europe; and
the day before my departure, rode up to
her summer residence, to pay my fare
we'll visit to her, and her sister Annette.
recolect the day we'll: it was beautiful
afternoon, as we all stood upon the long pi-
azza, with my good horse paving in impa-
ticnce for my return. The sun CLEANED on
lis through the trees, that waved their rich
foliage around the house. The honey
suckle, that had clainbered up one OF the
white columns. like the tender carcsscs OF
a fond child reposinS its rosy cheek upon the
bosom of its mother, flung out rich. per-
tune to the open air. There were blushing
roses clustering around us: and, as kissed
cheeks as beautiful as they, l tclt myself
gradually yielding Ito the influence of the
scene. The rougher and less elevated re
Elections of my mind passed away, and |
felt the enthusiasm and ardent spirit long
gone by, stealing with all its witcheries upon
my foolish old heart. ] was awake to every
impression, and then observed the differ
cncc between the manner of Caroline and
Annette.
Annette was a more cold and stately beau
ty than her sister. Her features, indeed,
we're regular; her complexion was fair and
fine, and her eye large and piercing; but
there was a passionlcss hautear i'll her de-
mcanour, cold stoical character in all her
beauty, that felt new pleasure in turning
to look on the gay, pretty Caroline.
She was different from Annettc-as much
50, as the monarch eagle, that wings his
way, stately and proudly, through sunshine
and cloud, is unlike the beautiful dove that
would nestle in the bosom of every being it
loved. There was moro of the rose i'll her
cheek; she smiled oftcner; and her eye,
though not SO large and pensvc as Annet-
te's, was far more lively and expressive
There was Frightening tenderness in
them that went to the hcart-a sweetness,
'sNow here, AMI now there, giving warmth as it
flies
From the lips to the checks, and the checks to
the eyes"
animated her beautiful face, md made
her that dear, fascinating being, that no
one could look upon but to love.
With the freedom of an old uncle, kiss
cd .Anncttc's cheek, when l left her; and
her thin, well formed lips spoke the words,
.'Good by, uncle, | hope soon to see yon
again." with their accustomed smile; bu,
| it had not the charm--thcrc was no magic
III tit did not So so direct to the heart as
to start the tear into my eye.
| She could not have said much more to 4
spindle -shanked old gentleman like myself;
but she might have said it differently. She
could have given little more tenderness
to the last words she might ever speak to
| II. II old uncle. But no: her lip wore the
same character it was wont to-; and the
last tones of her voice died away as coldly
upon mine car rs though we mad parted but
for single day
1t was not so with Caroline, when she
pressed the hand | extended to her, and
with smile Oh her lip, and tear in her
eve, bade the last adicu to her poor old un-
Gle. The dear girl tried to smile away her
grief, and be cheerful at her parting; but it
would not do--the big tear came rnbnden
to her eve, and her silver voice was rich
with all the tender affection of a lovely and
devoted girl. There was a manner in her
looks that showed how different a ".good by'
might be. i kissed away the tear from her
cheek, as drew her towards me, and pres
sed her in my arms. Visions of past times
began to float in mine imagination. recol-
lected the bright scenes OF my early loves;
when young, and handsome, and gay, had
folded others in my arms, and kissed the
fond tears from cheeks as beautiful as hers.
| began to feel a melting in mine own bo-
som; and, old and gray-hcaded as l was,
do actually believe that ! was half in love
with Caroline's own dear self.
Be that as it may, the sun was departing
in solitary grandeur behind the western hills,
when | broke from the fascnatlons OF Caro-
lines manner, kissed her dear lip us it said
"Good BY" wiped away tear, said single
God bless you," and the next moment was
on my swift horse. dashng at full gallop
down a steep hill, with Caroline's "Yood by"
still echoing, with all its soft, ricn tender
ness, in mine car.
When | was tossing upon the midnight
deep, far from that lovely scene, often lul-
led myselfinto slum5er by dwelling on the
simple sweetness Of Caroline's 'good by."
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