Constitutional Whig. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1824-1832, 1831-09-01

mcnt-a gray headed, inirm old man is setting out
TO visit the scenes of his youths delights.
Carefully is crutch deposited in our easy. 90
ing vchicle-our feet arc assiduouSly arranged in
many roll of CLOTH and flannel. and at last we
commence our long intended pilgrimage on fine
bright morning in April, prepared equally for ITS
smiles and tears.
Can there be more gcntIcmauly object in the
compass of creation than fine, tall, graceful look
ing poplar, moro noble, independent sort of a fell
low than oak And see where that delicate fra
being hangs mournfully over the deep winding %
the stream, all her locks dshevelled and her form
bending us if beneath Il load of premature and un-
ondurabie sorrows--a willow; called well and truly
and with feeling Oft the gracelulnoss and poetry
OF grief-a weeping willow. That cherry tree to
be is little too gaudy in her attire consider
ing it is yet so early i'll the morning; but still she
retains her loneliness even beneath such load OF
untimey ornament, and drops curtesy as we
pass, with the air of Juvenile Dutchess. Now
do we feel ourselves every inch king. Spring,
after few yawnings and rubbngs of her eyes, has
ut last fairly awakened-nay, in her morning dis
habilc, lovelera thousand times than in her dress
OF ceremony, she has come out, with bodice still
unlGccd her hair only decked with the blossoms
she gathers on her way, and trips through by lanes
and hedge rows, unseen by the eyes ofthe irrcvc.
rent and proftne, but revealed in the enchantment
of her budding lovcncss TO the hearts and spirits
of worshippcrs so true and Jealous rs ourselves
There! just where yondor thorn begins to give
symptoms of its
''Shower of pearl,'
SO caught glimpse Ofthe bright smile oftho youth
fuf scason-hcr blue eyes fixed upon us with fond
rcgard,--but away, and away! playfully hiding
herself from ganccs, she fleets over the green
tops of yondcr hedge, and shelters herself in sccu
rty behind the withered Elm Her steps have been
every where, OH oarth,
.Jn heaven, and DER the sea-"
Above, below, around us, the spirit other grow
ing beauty has spread itself Ethereal mildness
is diffuscd over all the face of nature, and even
Glenlivct becomes more ineffably soft and ascina-
ting beneath this bright April sky.
fonder flows the daisy burn; yon roofess cottage
is the object of our pilgrimage, and this, with it's
blghted frs its lawn overgrown with thistles, this
this is all that is left of Glen Ora.
Up, dark curtain of the past. And as We rest
ourselves this broken Intel, let us mediate on
the days of old-a Tale Other Years The Re-
Vercnd Gideon Scott when first became his
pupil, was wdowcr with child. That child
was girl--a few years younger than ourselves
the last of four. One after another he had seen
his roof-tree stript of its blossoms, and when, at
last, worn out with watching and sorrow, his wife
was laid beside them. in their peaceful sleep, that
heart broken father seemed to have no farther tie
that bound him to the world.
lie left his small lowland par;sh the scene of Sc
many bereavements-and with His one remaining
child, settled in this beautiful and secluded glen
q
nitude of his griefs. AS if fearing to commit the
precious frcightage of his love to frail bark
his infant seemed to be, he kept her as much as
possible from his thoughts-or if he thought of her
at all, he taught himself to consider her one de-
dictated for the grave But when year passed on after
year, and she had outlivcd the period which had
uniformly been fatal to the rest, hope began TO re-
vive in his bosom, and he thought "Surely this one
also shall not be taken away" Buoyed up with
these expectations, he became more cheerful than
Na had hnnt, 1,arh I'll,
this last-and, he fondly thought, this loveliest
of his flock the affection which had been shut UP
III his breast for SO many years. His intercourse
with the rest of the world now, at distant in
tervals, renewed And as on these occasions when
he returned to his ancient parish, he took an espe
cial interest in studies, it not difficult tc
persuade him to take on himself the duties of oul
prccepor. AT fourteen years of age, the fancy fol
solitude is not so strong when we become tired
and stated by long intercourse with the world
We confess that, for the first year, time hung
heavy en- our hands. Though Marion, in all ex
cursions, our constant Gs COMP nion-though
with activity nearly equal to our own, she
climbed the mountain, or threaded the ravne-stil
we longed for some holder competitor, with whom
IN proud rivalry, TO climb the eyrie of the eagles
nest, or dash over the loch, when our pnnace was
dancing in the
'Joy of Storms"
But soon these regrets and longings gave way tc
tenderer and more delightful feelings. We were
over, we wandered into the deepest recesses o.
these mountainous defles, with Highland lassiC
by our side, and e'er sixteen summers had stampt
man, we lived and breathed only for Marion
Gentle and imperceptible TO young hearts is ever
the appoach of love. We talked, we laughed, we
wandered as before; but twilight deepened ottenel
into eve before our steps turned homeward
We watched till the bright Star of Venus rose high
| over the ridge of Ben Erient, and then we knew
that 1t was time to bend down the Glen, so as tC
| reach the Cottage before the hour of our simple
supper Then, after blessing from the grey haireC
tather-tor both of us he called his children-wt
went of with the light spirit of youth to beds
to dream OF the same walk tomorrow, and to sigI
for the hour Of gloamin. Winter in the midst o
this happiness came-the third winter of our resi-
denco at Glen Ora Still, although we-that cir
| and ourself-were bound TO each other by the deep
EST passion that ever spread its ennobling and pur
| lying influences the human heart-litte die
we think that the feeling we cxpcrienced-so warm
so tender, was the same Wild and peace destroying
which, in our old romances, we read of under Tire
| name Of Love. Too soon were we to be awakened
from ignorance.
We had been up the Glen upon some business
OF the farm, and were warned to hurry homeward
as fast possible, as the clouds, which had been
lowering and gathering all day. seemed to forotell
blast. At length when about three miles from the
| cottage, the heavens let forth their wrath. We
struggled against the tempest as well as we were
made our way along the valley. Glad were we
that our Marion safe under the shelter of a
roof we thought her we pressed onward-how
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