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

roughly among her long brown hair, and her cheek
was paler than its wont.
go Agatha 2 sad a voice. and she sprung from
her conceament, and chung fondy to the speaker ;
the moonls rising higher in heaven, love- it con-
tinued, and yet lnger-Agatha, must go, and
be forgotten
"'Not forgotten, seigneur,' cried the young
maiden, as she sank on her knees beside him me
yer never 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 darky mag
nlfcent and foreign his headgear was of sable vel
vet, and ITS nodding plumage overshadowed his
countenance bis 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 I and again the soft tones of the peasant mai
den whispered 'never never!'
Look, said the manly wooer, as he extended
hls athletic arm towards the CASTLE whose ruins are
Wonder in the distance sIook, Agatha at the halls
OF my father-when am fathless, may that proud
pile become ruin, and the walls which once pealed
with feast and revelry, echo only the dire notes Of
the night raven or the bodng screams of the owl =
:" And oh If indeed | am day forgotten for
a nobler BRIDE, exclaimed the maiden 4 will pierce
my bosom beside this rocky fountain, and my life
blood shall flow forever, blended with It's clear
wave, legacy to her children!
''' BE it so, fair sceptc > said the stranger
and he clasped her to his bosom, and for while
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
90 Then farewell, Agatha ; and the Noble un-
wreathed the soft arms from his neck, and moved
away.
''' Stay yet moment faltercd out the fond one;
the Baron pointed to the moon and the maiden
Clasped her hands III agony. Were any near to
tell my father that yet live--that am unworthy
the regret Of his old age' she uttered family.
"' / will do your bidding, Agatha, for / have
loved you' and the young sportsman rushed for
ward and stood between them.
" With trembling fingers the maiden detached
small gold crucltix from her hosom. He forgave
his murderers, she said, almost inarticuately
90 VIII you indeed part with the holy symbol "
asked the youth, IN an accent Of reproach.
- And wherefore not" cried the Baron haughti-
ly; and tearing gemmed star from his vest he
placed it on the bosom Of the maiden, agatha viii
not regret the gift =
90 But this murmUed the youth, Away =
and the proud Lord trowned feariully 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 as bright vision. Months and years
sped on, and IN the daWning. an aged shepherd
marked something gttering beside the rocky ba-
I SIN he drew near, and there lay a lovely oman,
Clad IN white and flowing robes, and her brown hair
Wreathed with leWeis-it was Agatha, and she had
tuhed her vow; gemmed dagger was buried IN