The Arkansas advocate., 1831-03-30

peties. She had the large dark melting and melancholy eyye SC much admired admired in the girls of Spain, with a beaming expression of tenderness so characteris. 1 tic Of the beautiful woman of Italy, She had the Grecian nose and forehead. the Circassian mouth and lip of love, and tie chin and neck of a Dido. Her hair was of dark auburn, which is ev- CT attended with the finest and fairest complexion.
 Such was the beautiful Clara Sum- meryille, she looked more like some ce. lestial being, or lovely model in wax, than a creature of this selfish and stor- my world. She was the pure and guile less child of nature in every respect.- Though her parents had endeayored to insiiii into her mind tue principle of ava rice, she still remained untainted; still remained the same amiable, gentle and aflectionate creature. Her bright and beautiful eye never refused tear to the sorrows of another--she had heart that could feel for, and hand that would relieve the distressed, even beneath the frowns of an offended father. A good education, and much reading, had refn- ed and elevated her soul above the gro- yelling propensities of the love of lucre.
 Such, too, was the amiable Clara, when young Brandon, an accomplished youth, and nephew to old Rowland, first saw and loved her at one delicious glance of her bright eye. Itwas in a pleasure par ty on the river, that Brandon saw and admired her; nor was Clara less pleas ed, for her heart, so susceptible at the age of sixteen, was taken captive at the same time. Though young Brandon possessed very little personal beauty, the elegance of his manners, and the re- fnement of his mind, outweighed the defect with Clara, and from that period she dated in her heart her first love- That desire which exists in tho minds of all, the desire of being beloved, had its full influence on the generous souls of Brandon and Clara, and from that mo- ment life wore brighter aspect, and each became the charm of the others existence. Cynics may snarl at the idea, but there is no period in the life of man so fraught with pure unalloyed happi- ness, as the hours devoted to youthful love. What man in the decline of life does not look back upon that one sunny spot of his existence with melancholy regret that those happy days and hours have fled forever? That one bright vis- ion of youth, seen through the telescope of time, forms the groundwork of all other retrospections. Lord Byron, whose whole heart was gisien to love, fixes the end of the age ofromance at thirty five, but the age of remembrance and re- gret lasts til the grey mists of years have silvered the head of man.
 Old Rowland was reported to be very 1 wealthy in consequence of his brothers death, who, it was said, had left him sole heir to his vast estate to the exclusion of his own son, the young Henry Brandon, who was named in honor of relative, and who lived with his uncle Rowland. Old Howland was considered, by the vulgar, a very pious and godly man, but, by the more intelligent and discerning. he was shrewdly suspected of being a most egregious hypocrite. He was al any rate bachelor, and hiswhite house. hold consisted only of himself and ne phew.
 The acquaintance of Bradon and Cla- "a soon ripened into intimacy. Know ing the disposition and predilections oi the parents of Clara, they were under the necessity of keeping their intimacy a secret, and of meeting in clandestine manner. The grove at the foot of the garden was the place of interview, and, often, when all were wrapped in slum- Der, she stole from her chamber to that spot, and in the moonlight, awaited with anxiety the well known step of her be- l loved Brandon. And, as often as she awaited him, as often came the affection ate and enthusiastic devotce. In the sum- mcr-house they sat tengaged in making VOWS and plans until the moon had gain- ed her zenith, and the star of eve sunk below the horizon. The time, the place. the circumstances, under which they met, and the charm whichromancet threw over all, bound their youthful soulscter' nally to each other. Six months ol charming spring and summer passed a.
 way, and yet no eve had seen their meet l ing. and no ear drank the warm words of love that had flowed from their lips. | .FTyI 1lo1 1os,