American watchman and Delaware advertiser. [volume] (Wilmington, Del.) 1822-1828, 1825-06-24

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around her, that flung out golden favors, in rich
proluson, to the man she loved, and created hopes
loo powerful Tor even her words 10 destroy.
There are some persons in this world who seem
created with thousand fairy entertainments woven
around them. Say " hat they will-do what they
wlil-scod, froWn, or spp!aud-hele is still The
same BEAUTIFUL manner, soltenng and BRIG hening
in every word, and breathing its DEAR mysterious
influence in every look. Such one was my niece,
Caroline NJ.
lew years ago, found it necessary 10 leave
my home for TIP TO Europe; and the day before
my departure, rode up to her residence.
to pay my farewell visit 70 her, and her sister An
nette. recollect the day we'll: 1t was beautiful
summer afternoon, as we all stood upon the long
piazza, with my good horse paving in Impotence
Tor my return. The sun CLEANED upon US through
the trees, that waved their rich foliage around the
house. The honey -suckle, that had clamberect
up one OF the white columns, Ike the tender
resses OF fond child reposing its rosy cheek upon
the bosom oil its mother, flung out rich perfume TO
the open air. There were bushng roses cluster
ing around and, kissed cheeks as be autiful as
they, elt myself gradually yielding to the nhu-
ence OF the scene. The rougher and less elevated
reflections OF my mind passed away, and felt the
enthusiasm and ardent spirit Of timesong gone by,
stealing with all its witcheres upon my foolish
old heart | was awake to every impression, and
then observed the difference between the manner
Iof Caroline and Annette.
Annette was a more cold and stately beauty than
her sister. Her features, indeed, regular;
her complexion was fair and fine, and her eye large
and piercing; but there was "a passionles hrateur
in her demeanor cold stoical character in all her
beauty, that felt new pleasure in turning TO lock-
on the gay. pretty Caroline.
She was different from hnnete-as much so, 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. She was not so tall as her
sister. There more Of the rose in her cheek;
she smiled oftener and her eye, though not SO
large and pensge as Annette's, was far, far more
lively sand expressive. There Frightening
tenderness in them that went to the heait-a sweet.
lness,
'sNow here, and now there, giving warmth as il flies
From the lips to the cheeks, s. the checks to the eyes,
animated her beautiful face, and made her that dear,
fascinating being that no could look upon but
10 love.
With the freedom of an old uncle kissed An
nettes cheek, when left her !; and her thin, we'll
formed lips spoke the words, 6 Good by, uncle, I
hope soon to see you again." with their accustomed
smile but it had not the charm there was no
magic in tit did not go direct 10 the heart as
10 start the tear into my eye.
| She could not have said much more TO spindle
shanked old gentleman like myself but she mighr
have said ii differently. She could have given lit
speak to her old uncle. But no; her lip the
same character it was wont to and the last tones Of
| her undisurbed voice died away coldly open mine
ear as though we had parted but for single day
! 1t was not so with Caroline, when she pressed
the hand extended to her. and with smile
her lip and tear in her eye,' babe the last adieu
10 her poor old uncle. The dear girl tried 10 smile
away her grief, aud be cheerful al her parting but
it would rot do--the big tear came unbidden to her
eve. and her silver voice was rich with all the tendes
affection of lovely and devoted gill. There was "a
manner IN her looks that showed how different "A
I" good BY might be. kissed away the tear from
her cheek, as drew her towards me, and pressed
her in my arms. Visions of past times began to
float in mine imagination. recollected the bright
scenes of my early loves; when young, and hand
some and gay, had folded others in my arms, and
hers. began to feel melting in mine own 5o-
SOM and old ard eyheaded as,I was, do &C.
ually believe that | was half in love with Caro-.
lines own dear self.
BE that as it may, the sun was departing in soli-
tsry grandeur behind the western hills, when |
broke from the faeina,ons OF Carolines's manner,
kissed her dear lip as it said g Good by,'' wiped
awsr tear, said single God bless you," and the
gallop down steep hill, with Carolines good by'
still echoing, with all its SOFT rich tenderness, in
mine
When was tossing upon the midnight deep. far
from that lovely scene, often lulled myself into
slumber by dwelling on the simple sweetness OF
Carolne's "good by.
JipFPATITY OF SENTIMENT,