Literary cadet, and Saturday evening bulletin. [volume] (Providence, R.I.) 1826-1827, 1826-10-14

comparison with the noble endOwments
that nature had lavished upon his mind
His guardians took little heed of the splen-
did, but wayward youth and knew not
now whittier his fancies had carried him;
were it even to some savage land. Thus,
the Fold became to him the one dearest
roof under the roof of Heaven. All the
simple on-goings of that humble home, love
and imagination beautified into poesy and
all the rough or coarse edges Of lowly life,
were softened away in the light Of genius
that transmitted every thing on which it
fell while all the silent limitations which
nature gave there Of her primal sympathies,
in the hut as fine and forceful as in the
hall, showed to his excited spirit pre-emi-
nently beautiful, and chained it to the
hearth, around which was read the morn
ing and the evening prayer.
What wild schemes does not love ina
gine, and IN the face of every impossible
ty, achieve! 81 will take Lucy to myself,
il it should be in place Of ell the world -
will myself breathe light over her be-
ing till in new spring it shall be adorn-
ed with living flowers that fade not away,
perennial and sell-renewed In few years
the bright, docile creature, shall have the
soul of very angel; and then, before God,
and at his holy altar, mine shall she become
forever; here and hereafter; in this para
disc Of earth, and if more celestial be, in
the paradise of heaven"
Thus two summers and two winters
wheeled away into the past; and in the
change, imperceptible from day to day,
but glorious at last, wrought on Lucy's ma
ture by communication with an individual
so prodigally endowed, scarcely could
her parents believe it was their same child,
except that she was dutiiul as before, as
afectionate, and as fond of all the familiar
objects, dead or living, round and about
her birthplace. She had now grown to
woman's stature; tall, though she scarcely
seemed so, except when among her play
mates; and in her maturing loveliness, full
filling and far more than fulfilling the fair
promise Of her childhood. Never once
had the young stranger; stranger no more,
spoken to daughter, father, or mother, Of
his love. Indeed, Tor all that he felt to-
wards Lucy, there must have been some
other word than love. Tenderness, which
was almost pity, an affection that was Of
ten sad, wonder at her surprising beauty,
nor less at her unconsciousness of its pow
er; admiration of her spiritual qualities,
that ever rose up to meet instruction as if
already formed; and that heart-th, obbing
that stirs the blood of youth when the inno-
cent eyes it loves are beaming in the twi-
light through smiles or through fears; these
and thousand other feelings, and above
all, the creative faculty of a poets soul,
now constituted his very being, when Lu-
cy was in his presence, nor forsook him
when he was alone among the noun
tans
At last it was known through the coun-
try, that Mr.. Howard, the stranger, the
scholar, the poet, the elegant gentleman,
Of whom nobody knew much, but whom
every body loved, and whose father must
at least have been a lord, was going, in Il
year, or less, to marry the daughter Of Al
Ian Fleming; Lucy Of the Fold. Oh grief
and shame to the parents, if still living, of
the noble boy! o sorrow for himself, when
his passion dies; when the dream is dis
solved, and when, in place Of the angel of
light who now moves before him, he sees on
ly child Of earth lowly born, land long rude
ly bred, being only fair, as many others
are fair, sister in her simplicity to maidens
no less pleasing than she, and partaking of
many Weaknesses, frailties, and faults, now
unknown to herself in her happiness; and
to him in his lovc Was there no one to
rescue them from such a fate; from few
months of imaginary bliss, and from many
years of real bale! How could such a
man as Allan Fleming be so infatuated as
to sell his child to tickle youth, who would
soon desert her broken hearted! Yet kind
thoughts, wishes, hopes, and beliefs pre-
vailed, nor were there wanting stories of
of the olden time, of low born maidens
married to youths of high estate, and raised
from hut to hall, becoming mothers of
lordly line of sons, that were counselIors to
Kings and Princes.
In spring, Mr. Howard went away for
few months, it was said to the great city OF
London; and on his return a. midsummer
Lucy was to be his bride. They parted
with a few peaceful tears, and though alb
sent, were still together. And now u let
ter came to the Fold, saying that before
another Sabbath he would be at the Fold
A few beautiful fields in Eastdale, long
mortaged beyond their fee-simple by the
hard working statesman from whom hey
reluctantly were passing away, had mean
while been purchased by Mr.. Howard,
and in that cottage they were to abide, till