Litchfield enquirer., 1837-04-06

| sed the remembrance oC this skirmi>h ni words, and the thoughts 'hcrcby suggested. My UnManageabIc friend seldom alln,!cd ,o the fascinating acquaintance she had form ed; and when she did, it was done natu- rally and briefly. Soon after this, was obliged to be absent for several monlhs- l did not return until two days before com- n1enceTt'ent at college and tIarriel's first exclamation was, You must go to Mr. MacdOn0ugh'S roon.-he is to have the frs, part, and his friends expect every thing from him!' But thought you consider ed commencement days very stupid things said I. So l do; you know always said life itself was very stupid thing. There is no originality above ground-cvery thing that is true is dull, and every thing new is false and superficial. But there is no use in quarrcling with the worli--it is a pretty good world, after all. You mus, go ,o hear Mir. Macdonough's opinion of il; am sure he will express it e!oquen,ly.' Then you are on good terms now 2 said I. She blushed painf"ll lly-cxcossively-but soon recovered selt-command enough to reply, I always thought highly of him. 1 do not know whether my looks expressed the warning voice my heart was yearning to ut- ter; but l am sure the tone Cf my assent was reluctant and melancholy.
 George Macdonougl' appeared most bril- lianily on the memorable day. Graceful and digni6ed, handsome and talented, he sent ihrill to all hearts alive tO the gran- deur of thought or the beauty of language. During this scene of triumph I watched tue countenance of Harriet Bruce with the keenest interest :; and never before did ] see human face through which the soul bcaMed with such intensity. Genius, and pride, and joy, and love, were ,hcre! l then thought she was intellectually beauti- fnl beyond any thing had ever seen.-1 Poor Harriet it was the brightest day in her life, and love to remember it.
 Macdonoueh's room was crowded, and the compliments he received were in,oxica- ting but in the midst of it all, | imagined I could see the sparkle of his eyes melt in- to soiiness. when he met glancc from Harriet. Her looks betrayed nothing to my anxious observation but once took notice she called him George,' and sud- denly corrected herself with an air of ex- traordinary confusion. Had my friend in- dslgcd in habits ofgirlish ,rifling, should no doubt have playfuIIy alluded to this cr- cun,stance but there was something in her character aud manners whicl, forbade such o(ficiousncss. watched her with the anx- ie'y of sincere friendship. knew when she once selected an object of pursuit, her whole soul was concentrated aud I could not believe that tiie proud Virginian with all his high hopes, and his love of dazzling beauty, would ever marry her. ! knew he was constant visitor, and frequently ob. served lights later than had been msnal in MT. Bruce's quiet habtntion and when he called to bid me farewell few weeks after commencement, the deep gloom on his countenancc led me 10 tbiuk that the pride and apparent indifference of my intcllect- ual friend might have surprised him into love.
 Weeks and months passed or, and sell dom heard an allusion to the absent Mac i donougl,. Harrie,'s character and manner seemed changing for the hc,ier. The per- rc.ual ellcrvcscencc of her spirit in some measure subsided, and inc vagaries of her 1 fancy became less various and startling | yet there was ever q chaStened cheerfU!- ness of manner, and an uniuiling flow Of thought. By degrees her seriousness dcrp- encd, and at last she could not conceal iron, me tina, sho was unhappy. I attributed it 10 the illness of her aged father, for Harriet was n.otilerless and she cherished her only parent with double Share of love. But when the old gentleman was recovering, and her melancholy still increased. knew there must bc another and deeper causc.-- One day, as I stood by her, watching Ter progress in a crayon drawing, around which sue i,ad iI,:own much of her early spirit and freedom, I placed my hand affectionaicly on her shoulder, and touching her forehead with my lips, said, You have always told
 me your thoughts, Hnrri",--wl'y not tell me what troubles you nOw? She coniin- ned her task with quick and ncrvons movement, aud saw that her eyes were filling with tears. gently whispered, Is George Macdonongh the cause r She gave ono sl,rick, which sounded as if it made a r""t in her very soul. and then the torrent of her tears poured fOrih. e
 IL was long before vcniured to say to her, Then it is as feared ? You do love George Macdonougt P She looked in my face with strange and fixed expression, as she replied, ought to love, and honor. and obey him; for tc is my husband 1! l started! 'Your husband how--whcn-- where were you marriedv
 | At Providence. Do you remember whsn ! asked you to go wiih me to Mr. Msedonough's room. and you said, So. then you nIc on good terms no,0 ?'-I had been three weeks wife ,s.t
 And your fa:hrr-docs he know of ii r