Piney Woods planter and Amite union literary reflector. [volume] (Liberty, Miss.) 1838-1838, 1838-06-23

leaping joyously adown; the broken III
stertices of the hills-'se littering in th'
moonbeams--and softly gliding On through
verdant valleys, breathing of gladncss Oh
the fragrant mir. For moment | gaze'
around about me, upon all this wildernes!
beautv,--until il seemed as if the spirit o
God had filed my soul with every soothing
dream of heaven and happiness! | felt
indeed, as if both heaven and earth were
vieing "to raise my being and serene my
soul!" And oh, can the sympathetic sou
Of man fJrbear to gain in nature her gen.
erous euphony? All! can wild passion
storm his heart, while every grave, and
every gale is peace? Thus | thought, as
my eyes fell upon our college, and the
beautiful scenery-that every where en-.
yroned it, Numbers OF candles were
cleaning through its uncurtained windows
whilst they sent brilliant flood Of light
to every object near. | could see the
students as they passed TO and from their
respective chambers, and the tho't came
upon me, that this is our only bright cpl
sode of happiness! Indeed, the sweetest
and rarcst Of all memories is that of col
lego life! Oh how joyouslv, and sweetly
does the memory gush over us, of these
by-gone days? Days! filled with a glory
far more rich g. exquisite than the bright
est touch of art; or the fame Of the most
noble and extraordinary achievement
Yes! if ever we step into the mystic re-
gions of unsulled biss--if ever DER our
hearts one pure ray of pleasure falls, tits
when VIC are students. emulous 10 gain
each academic triumph, ard remote FAR
from the cares Of the world, life is then,
as one long sunny day, frought with every
enjoyment for which sense could ask, or
hope in her brightest reveries could anti
cipatc. But, alas! those blissful moments
pass, and are succeeded by the cold and
plotting schemes of mature years! But,
now and then, they shine through the dim
mists OF time, beacon on the stormy o.
cean of life. Yes, often, often, oftor days
days spent in all the joyless monetary of
ennui, does their sweet and vivid recollec-
ton steal upon our heart! With their gol-'
den wings they fan us once more, and
with their soft sweet voices, wakc;melody
in our soul! But, oh! like the lightning's
fash, along the summer cloud, they CLEAN
upon us a moment, then are seen no more!
Yes! those arient days so interviewer with
the fairest hues of existence, as ''winged
dreams" they winged are. Upon the
stream of time, they glittering float, and
once lost sight of, they are gone forever!
Yes! save their 'witching memory, all is
lost! Bat as nature winds around the
mountain oak, her wary foliage and whey
tendris, so she entwnes around the heart
of man, with the enchantment of enthusl-
asm, the strangely beautiful and delight
full forms of other scenes and coun-
tries.
But not to, forget one whom the reader
remembers, we will resume our narrative.
From the contemplation of all this Sc
ducing and inimitable lovelness OF nature,
4 turned to my female companion. AT
that moment she looked surprising all !
had e'er seen of female loveliness. Her
long ''pride Of hair" fell Iosely upon her
fine shoulders, while it displayed to the
soft light of Cynthia, the finest forehead
had ever seen. Broader. twas such an
one, as even the departed Spurzhem would
have paused to admire, end then the eye
was one of those soft radient ones, whose
thrilling glance can never be forgotten.
the check was pale as the dropping snow
drop, and the quivering lip, told that the
heart was stirred by powerful and deep
emotions. | gazed upon her long, with
indiscribable feelings, but language was
denied me, had no power to break ST.
lence that was to me becoming awful.
At length she spoke.
"Mary," said she, in a subdued voice,
"Mary, look" My eyes followed the d.
rection of her finger, and once again 1t
rested upon the College. Bat now, how
changed! Every lamp had been eHt'n-
guished but one, and it alone cleaned IN
magic brightness from distant window.
AS now and then, when the beautiful hea-
VEINS are obscured by clouds, some lone
star bursts through their deep darkness
bright, and dazzling MS the hopes OF I'M
mortality, SO now shone in bright splen-
dor that single lamp from the student
chamber.
ooh Leoline,'' said !, (for had been
made acquainted with her feelings, why
enrobe thy faircst thoughts in sadness a.
bout one, whose every thought seems con-
secrated to proud ambition! Believe mo,
your lofty lover has no mistress but know
|iedge-sho is the morning star q his
wishes, the bright centre around which
reyolves his dearest hopes"
~ KNOW know il! and It's this con,
viction Mary--that makes me wretched,'
replied she, signing deeply.
tFThc conviction that your "dulclno," u