Vermont phÅ“nix. [volume] (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1834-1955, 1838-09-28
From The Baltimore Transcript
CAROLINE GREY
AN EPISODE IN THE LIFE OF RouE.

Amidst a crowd Of folly and ashionsom'
distinguished for the pride of birth, Others
for genius aud talent and few for beauty
moved in serene reset We the queen OF many
n heart the gentle Caroline Grey. TIL,
eve encountered hers and wearied when i
turned away; the ear caught the melody o
her voice and ached for the sounds again
and eve and ear, in the solitude which hei
absence made, wooed the Imagination for the
delight that had passed away. But yet the
dewy innocence that mantled on her lip
was treasured unprofaned- who shall
quaff it there2
The spacious apaitm, Mt was flooded with
dazzling brilliancy from the many can
delbra suspended from the lofty root, and the
radiance OF the ieweled throng below Devil.
dered the unaccustomed eye. Is there in
that noble presence a being of so much love
illness as she in simple attire, though una.
dorned, adorned the most who now gldes
from the intricate maze TO breathe the more
temperate atmosphere OF the saloonl
1t is Caroline Grey. 4 youth OF twenty
summers has observed that she is unatlend-
ed, and is now by her side. She turns low
ards him as he speaks; and her gaze, with
natural timidity failing in recognition, is
Withdrawn but il returns again and fingers
during several accelerated pulses Of the
hearl-ab, fatal moment, Caroline has low
ed And why should she not He is
beautiful on whom she looks, and he has
spoken kindly to her, and there is melody
irresistibly sweet in every Characterization
is no fable.
The maid received the attentions Of the
courtly stranger and he conducted her to a
recess near a fountain OF rose-scented water
upon the terrace, over-hanging a garden of
flowers.
A few minutes and fewer words and pru.
dence whispers her away. He the loved
one, has left her at the threshold OF the
crowded room to which she returns, but he
has left her white hand q kiss that has car
ried thrill along the vented avenues TO her
young heart
Mama, who is yonder gentleman in con-
verse with the Lady Trelnolyn ~
- He is one love- who Trust will not join
our party tonight"
MAMA ~
He has just returned from continental
tour, a confirmed rO&e."
Who is he p
1t is Lord Defrau."
Poor Caroline her cheek is pale. That
name has been associated with licentlous ru
NOR, and is familiar with guile.
But love is prompt to vindicate its own,
and cings 10 the dear fallacy ill infamy
shrouds from the moral eye the creature OF
its dolatry Envy may have asporsed his |
character" was the voiceless murmur OF al. |
felton," or if he be what he is said TO be, |
may he not be reclaimed should he love p
Alas such was maiden's heart from the |
beginning
Two months, and Defrau had often met
young Caroline Grey She had blushed |.
the confession, which words seemed too rude !
TO express, and Dcfrau had made her happy
with many an attes,ation of his fidelity, and |
sacred VOWS of his adherence for his earl- |
er faults. A holy pride was in her heart /
that his love for her had wrought virtue in |
the shrine of vice.
Evening had wove into the foliage the
shadows OF the coming night, and the young
lovers yet strolled in the still, silent grove
that margined the placid lake.
Caroline" said Defrau, and his arm was
passed around her slender waist" Fairesl
Of women"--
And the unhalowed words of the arch I
TEMPER should have struck him dumb for.
ever. The maid trembled, as suspicion Of
the cruel design stole with its swaky GOODNESS
TO her heart-but the chaste ear, averted,
caught the accursed confirmation Of the de.
generate desire
What was her idol now2 He whom she
loved, few short minutes since, with all
the passionate ardor of her young bosom
first affection, had now become more hide
GUS in her sight thar vermin OF the sep,rl-
chre-ay, she would have caressed ia her
snowy bosom the loathsome toad with less
repugnance than she would have permitted
the pleading libertine by her side to have
touched with kiss her hand. She turned |
TO him in the brightness OF her purity, and |
her form was agtated with the throes Of her
dsdain. You would have expected curse
of many words from her quivering lips she
only exclaimed, in low tone, but with thrill. |
ling emphasis
Godl how hate thee I"
She feel like a dove, upon the white wings
of her startled honor, and the chaste moon |
showered still light upon her path.
".
The white curtains have been Withdrawn
at the request OF the dying one, and the last
beams OF the declining sun fling their suf:
ron tints upon the pale brow of that sweet
girl. Her head is pllowed upon her moth
er's breast, and her attenuated fingers Law
listless in her physicians palm. A rever.
end figure bowed with honored ape wbis