The ladies' garland. [volume] (Harpers-Ferry, Va. [W. Va.]) 1824-1828, 1826-11-25

had been the light Of lie nor did ever hero of
poetry belong more entirely than lie to the
world OF mag nation! He had come into the
free mountaln-region from the confinement of
college walls. and his spirit was expanded with
IN him like a rainbow No eyes had he for reall-
tics-all nature was seen inthe light Of fancy
not single object at sunrise and sunset the
same. All was beautiful within the circle of the
green hill tops, whether shrouded in the soft
mists, or clearly outlined in a cloudlc,s sky
Home, friends. colleges. cties-all sunk into
obis ion and Harry Howard felt as if waited
of on wings Of split, and set down in a land
beyond the sea, iurei en- to all he had before
experienced, yet in It's perfect and endless beau
~ appealing every hour more tenderly and
strongly TO spirit awakened TO a new power,
and revealing in new emotion In that cottage
he took up his abode In few weeks came
library of books in all languages and there was
much wondering talk over all the country side,
about the mysterious young stranger who now
lived at the Fold
Every day. land when he chose to absent him
sell from his haunts among the hills, every hour
was Lucy before the young poets eyes-and
every hour did her beauty wax more beautiful
in his imagination Who Mr. Howard was, or
even if that were indeed his real name, no one
knew but none doubted that he was of gentle
BIRTH and all with whom he had ever convcrsed
IN his elegant amenity, could have sworn that a
youth so bland and free, and with such a voice.
and such eyes, would not have injured the hum
best Of Gods creatures, much less such crca-
ture as Lucy Of the Fold Ii was, indeed. e,en
so-fnr. before the long summer DAYS were gone
he who had never had sister loved her even
as if she had slept on the same maternal bosom
Father or mother he now had none-lndeed
scarcely one near rclation-although he was
rich in this worlds riches but in them poor in
comparison with the noble endowments that
nature had lavished upon his mind. HIS guar
dams took little heed of the splendid but way
ward Nouth-and knew not now whittier his
fancifs had carried hun, were il 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 beadtfied into poetry:
ard all the rough and coarscr edges of lowly
life, we're 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 >vmpalhies, in the hut
as fine and forceful as in the hall, showed ia his
excited spirit pre- eminently beautiful. and chain
cd it to the hearth, around which was read The
morning and evening prayer,
What wild scheme does not love IMAGINE
and in the face of every mpossihty achieve ,
will take Lucy to myself, if it should be in
the place Of all the world | will myself breathe
hight over her being, till in a new spring it shall
tie adorned with living flowers that fade not
away. perennial and self renewed In a few
years the bright, docie creature shan have the
Nonl OF very ang"l-and then, before God. and
al IS hf}l far In H.. n, T.