The ladies' garland. [volume] (Harpers-Ferry, Va. [W. Va.]) 1824-1828, 1826-01-21

as she stood amid the leafess branches of yonder
group of stunted hawthorns-the breeze played
roughly among her long brown hair, and her cheek
was paer than its wont.
"sAgatha = said voice, and she sprung from
her concealment, and chung fondly to the speaker;
the moon is rising higher in heaven, love- it con-
tinued, and yet linger-Agatha, must go, and
be forgotten
"sNot forgotten, Seigneur,' cried the young
maiden, as she sank on her knees beside him : me
yer nevern She spoke with passion, for all her
energies were condensed in her first and only atfec-
ton, and after moments silence, she again MUIR
INJURED, never never!
''The stranger was habited in garb darkly mag
ni6cent and foreign his headgear was of sable vel
vet, and its nodding plumage overshadowed his
countenance his tall and graceful form bent over
the Maiden and his accents bore blended tender
and pride that suited well the scene and season
in which they were heard.
"'And will you never forget me, beautiful Aga
tina p and again the soft tones of the peasant mai
den whispered, 'never! never!'
"Look, said the manly wooer, as he extended
his athletic towards the castle, whose ruins are
yonder in the distance 'look, Agatha, at the halls
of my father-when am faithless, may that proud
pile become ruin and the walls which once pealed
with feast and revelry, echo only the dire notes OF
the night or the bodlng screams OF the owl !
And oh if indeed | am day forgotten for
a nobler bride, exclaimed the maiden, will pierce
my BOSOM BESIDE tnlS rocky FOUNTAIN, ailu my AC-
blood shall flow forever blended with its clear
wave, a legacy to her children =
"'Be it even So fair sceptic : said the stranger,
and he clasped her to his bosom, and for while
was silent.
"'Yet wherefore should we part asked the Ba-
ron, after pause-for it indeed the lord OF our
canton who loved the maiden. sWhy wilt thou not
fly with me will take thee to fair Italy, and the
noblest and greatest shall do thee homage as the
bride of De Mase.'
| "'It may not be- whispered the maiden
| "'Then farewell, Agatha ; and the Noble un-
wreathed the soft arms from his neck, and moved
| away.
's' Stay yet moment faltered out the fond one;
the Baron pointed to the moon, and the maiden
! clasped her hands in agony. 'Were any near to
| tell my father that yet live-that am unworthy
the regret of his old agen she uttered family.
Gel will do your bidding, Agatha, for have
| loved you!' and the young sportsman rushed tor
ward, and stood between them.
With trembling fingers the maiden detacheda
small gold crucfx from her hosom. He forgave
his m,lrderers,' she said, almost inarticulately
"'Will you indeed part with the holy symbol ?
asked the youth, in an accent Of reproach.
! "sAnd wherefore not9' cried the Baron haughti-
| ly; and tearing a gemmed star from his vest, he
placed it on the bosom of the maiden, Agatha will
not regret the gift !
| "'But this murmured the youth, Away
and the proud Lord frowned fearfuly on his young
vassal, till he turned aside, and departed.
"The old man died, for all that once endeared
| life had passed away, and the maiden was remem-
bered only bright vision Months and years
| sped on, and in the dawnng an aged shepherd
marked something glittering beside the rocky ba-