Litchfield enquirer. [volume] (Litchfield, Conn.) 1829-current, 1829-11-12
MISCELLANEOUS.
AMY IVANSW ORTIZ.

!
a walk with me awhile"
She was standing at an open lattice
there was gay company within the light
ed hall, and the melody of laughing voices
blended wiah the rich swell of instrument
al music; but she had stolen away from a.
mongst them TO a recess, where the SPLEEN
dor of the lamps fell around her like dim
| twilight. A multifora rose half covered
the window and the luxuriance Of the
branches; and between its quivering leaves,
! fell a shower of moonbeams, covering her
all over with network of light. She
was splendid creature yet when |
stood gazing at her there, with her head
bent backward, and her dark eycslitted to
the sky, till their long lashes laid upon
her brow"-while / watched the deep in
tenseness Of devotional feeling that was
written on her parted lips and that high in
tellectual forehead-when | looked upon
the cheek, whose faint tinge scarcely told
that the sylph-like form around which the
white robes fell so gracefully, was not in
deed the embodied dream af the scu: ptor !;
and the delicate hand twisted among the
dark tresses, till you scarcely knew whether
its transparent whiteness was aught else
but struggling moonbeam--insteado of gaz-
ing on her with that feeling of intense hap
piness, with which we are wont to look on
beautiful things, I was forced to close my
eyes, in order to conceal the tears that had
unconsciously crept over them.
There was something unearthly about
her loveliness-too pure-too holy, for
companionship with mortals Yet the
morrow was to be her bridal day; and
when I saw the blood stealing over her
cheek in a deep tinge, as the voice Of her
betrothed summoned her into the open air,
/ strove to Danish the ill-omencd melan-
choly, and to enter into the more fitting
merriment Of the Joyous dancers. But it
was in vain: the hot breath of the lamps,
and the strains of glad music, but deepened
my feverish melancholy, and with feeling
Of almost suffocation, l hurried into the
cool moonlight. 1t was strange-I sat
down and strove to reason with myself
could not account for my feelings! The
youth on whom she had bestowed the deep
devotedness of her affections, was worthy
as mere man can be, to possess the treas
ure with which she had gifted him. There
--.--- c-;..s. -, hefore Ler-
and why should dim il with my tears!
was not present at the bridal, but ere
the second evening had passed away, l a.
gain entered the hall Of Ivansworth to con-
graduate my friend. Without was the
same beautiful moonlight; but within, the
dim lusture of one solitary lamp fell drea-
rily over the deserted hall. The gay laugh
of the joyous-hcarted was heard no longer,
and music, with its sweet enchanting spell,
was hushed into silence. 1t was not like
scene Of nuptial festivity and I paced
the apartment with fearful, yet indefna-
BILE dread of some terrible event. knew
not what-and l dared not inquire, lest
my worst apprehensions should be realized.
Atlength, faint stream of light issued from
one of the inner rooms, and as The door
slowly Enclosed, caught the sound of
low sob.
Isprang forward with feeling of despe-
ration: there was the same lattice at which
| had last gazed on the loneliness of Amy.
One struggling moonbeam still fell through
the almost closed shutter, but she was there
no longer.
On a couch in one corner of the apart
ment, was flung manly form, seemingly
unOer the influence Ol SUiIIC uHSOHttOiobiC
prief-for his frame shook with convulsive
shudderngs, and those sobs which tell so
much of mans insupportable agony, burst
frequently from his lips. 1t was the father
of Amy. Her mother sat near him-a We
ny picture of resignaton-hcr hands were
clasped and half raised, and the large tears
followed each other silently down her pale
cheeks.-There was yet another hgure-
two more-one was the youthful BRIDE
groom. He sat perfectly immoveable,
with his face buried in his hands; there
was no sob, no expression of violent griei
not even one convulsive movement OF
agony. But his hair-thosc locks which
when had seen him last were dark and
glossy as the ravens wing-were bleached
as white as the snowy mantle on which his
forehead was resting-and that mantle COW
cred tho Ifeless form of Amy lvansworth.
From the Petersburg TAI Inteliigeneer.
POCAHONTAS.
Every one has heard of the famous Prin-
cess PoCAHoNTAs who saved Captain
Smiths life. This happened in 1907; 222
years ago. Pocahontas WAS ut that time
but a mere child, twelve or thirteen years
Of age. Smith was % years old. Great
preparations were made for his death-a
consultation was held at length two large
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