Literary cadet, and Saturday evening bulletin. [volume] (Providence, R.I.) 1826-1827, 1827-02-03

Sad prophet OF the e, II hour
Say should we scorn joys transient beams,
Decause to -morrow's storm may lour.
SCOTS Gie9f9las.
As summer and The first month of autumn
passed away, ana alternate shades and sun
beams chased each other over the brown
stuDbie fields, Mr.. Vinals health became
worse aud his temper more accrb HIS
son was commanded not to leave the house
for any length o.. time, and there were fow
days sufficiently warm and sunny for Ellen
to work by the fountain, so that their meet
ings were few and brief. But absence on
Iy added glow to Edwards love--if love
it might be called, and not rather silent
indefinite homage willingly rendered by his
heart to surprising Iovcliness and inno-
cence. Though they had been SO much
alone, only looked on by the wild BIRDS and
play iul squirrel, their bearing towards each
other had been that of brother and sister
their hands had met only when they sepa-
rated for the day, and but once had their
faces been in thrilling contact when Ellen
had bent over his book to examine an en-
craving, and her loose curls had brushed
lightly on his cheek as he felt her warm
breath lie wondered why such an cleo
trio thrill went over his frame and his heart
laborsd SO tumuliuousIy at that slight touch /;
half playinlly he caught the truant tress,
severed it with her scissors, and as he placed
it near his heart saw her burning blush,
while he felt the warm blood rushing to his
own cheek.
A chill eastern storm had yielded to a
bright October day, the forest presented the
mourniul loveliness of its variegated autum-
nal hue, and the red capsule Of the wild rose
was all that remained of that blushing flower,
when Edward stood for the very last time
beside the fountain. He watched the dry
leaf floating lightly on its bosom and re-
marked the renewed verdure ofthe turf that
lreshened into a liveler rchness, like the
Christians hopes, as the time of its depart
ure drew nigh Ellen was soon there for
the long storm had been almost an age to
hes, and something whispered that the fine
day would bring Edward to the glen. He
saw her approach with one of her sweetest
smiles, but instantly it gave way to an anx-
ious glance at his left arm which was sus-
pended in sling. Dear to his heart as
was that smile, the sudden paIeness and look
OF alarm were dearer stIll. Half mourn
fully, half laughngly he attempted to say il
was slight accident from fall, but he
iaultered in the middle Of the words, and
led her to seat. Never had he made
known to Ellen the unkindness of his father
whenever he spoke ofhim it was with reve-
renee and affection, but now he must tell a
ialsehood to aIlay her anxiety or speak the
truth With many tears he unfolded the
cause Of the only grief he had ever felt
from early chidhood---he did not posses a
fathers love, and feared he was disliked il
no, hated His arm had been injured by a
blow from his fathers crutch in q sudden fit
Of passion when the son was endeavoring
his best to CRAFTY some absurd whim. lie
did not weer a.one-and what wonder was
It that in such tender hour, when the poor
youth found himself shut out from an only
parents heart, he should turn to the being
who alone on earth could sympathize with
him, and with passionate eloquence avow
his attachment And what wonder that
the plying Ellen should yield to the to