Southern telegraph. (Rodney, Miss.) 1834-1838, 1838-05-09

that were;
school boys tale-tbe wonder Of an honr!'
There were few neighbors here-for the
place was wild and almost uninhabiied; and
few indeed were the days that were passed
in joyial company. Cynthia Anna was
just as nature had made her,
untaught by art-unpolish'd by the schools.
She had within her bosom all the romance
of feeling, and in her saul all the tender
emotions of love. Her heart was fixed up
on one already! She loved him, and he
loved her well. The hours passed heavily
away when he was not there; tho day was
long when they were not together. He was
young-untaught as she-wld ms nature
made him-and as pure in feeling. He
loved her far beyond his years.
"lIer infant friendship had bestowed on him"
Her heart:
Her soul; and her every thought was
was his. And with him it was-lovc, love
all was rcciprocated. The stream that
flowed into her bosom ebbed in his.
ale had no breath, no being but in hers;
She was his voice; he did not spcok to her,
But trcmbed on her words; she was his sight,
For his eyes followed hers, and saw with hers,
Which colored all his objects;- he had ceased
To live within himself she was his life,
The ocean to the river of his thoughts"
1t was lovely place--a place for love-
where the old man dwolt A hut-small,
and situated in the bosom of little grove
was all the old mans mansion. Ii stood
Just on tho brink Of little ripping stream
,dnt nouad tic ,potare oyor a nobhIad hot
tom, and sparklcd in the moon shine. Ii
was highland all was still, except the
sic,.s Of the lovers and The murmurs Of the
limpid rinlet, that seemed TO keep time
with their fec,. ng's note. Ii was sumner
and ali was Gesi, as their own romantic
love. The moon and tic stars were guard
ians Of their peace. The il. 9nght OF the
present--the past was not with lEe@'i me
future was another tlme--was all lSey
knew. Their hopes were on it, and then
feelings with it. They dreamed not of to-
morrow.
"Tholr very signs were full of joy"
They felt the inspiration of the Silly night
that brealhed its soilness in the ambient
air about them. They thought with Shak-
speare, that to love
s'is to be all made Of sighs and tears;
II is be all made of faith and service;
1t is to be all made of fantasy;
All made of passion, and all made OF wishes !;
All alteration, duty, and observance,
All humbleness, and patience, and Impotence,
All purity, all trial, all observance"
Leading lromlhe door of the little cot
tage there was beautiful avenue that ex-
tended quite round the grove, and came
back again to the rustic dwelling on the OPP
posite side. Twas in this round the loving
pair proposed a promenade. And as they
walked, the trees on either side, touched by
the balmy air of the night, seemed to bow
obedience to their approach. Twas here
in this spot--lovcly as It was--that Sebas-
tan Goodlow's soul first overflowed with
love. The gentle Cynthia Anna tremblcd
as he spake Her soul had long ago caught
the electric spark of love land each had
known that the other loved also, yet this
was the first time that Sebastian dared to
speak. His feelings were awaked by the
inspiration of the surrounding scenery, and
his soul went forth with every signing word
he uttered. "Cynthia Anna, be calm" he
said; "my bosom cannot longer smother my
feelings. Too long, alas! have they alrca-
dy sumbered-nay, not SImnbcrcd-but
fell under paralysis that has been thrown
upon them by my own youthful age, my
povorty-and your fathers opposition to
my addresses to You. All! Cynthia Anna
dearest Cynthia Anna! what am to do!
Can not hope with all of this? Can not
yet indulge the thought Of a speedy consum-
nation of our--ah! perhaps not Our, but my
devoted lover Shall | live in hope, or
must die in despair? Shall all the dreams
of tire future that ] have had in the short
space Of a few months, never be realized?
| ask thee, dearest Cynthia Anna; answer
me--answcr me quickly. Let me know
nv doom. Your fathers arm has already
interposed-my poverty is another barrl-
er.--and one word from you will give me
hope, or stamp my fate with the signot OF
despair! Seal it at once, or let the soiiness
of thine eyes communicate TO mine the
cherished hope that's lingering 10 my soul.
The questions put--ihe answer is alone
with thee" A silence here cnsued, such as
real love would most desire; and some MI
nutes had passed, before the blushing girl
could collect her scattered thoughts to
speak. The arm of Sebastian cncIrcied
he slender waist of the amiable Cynthia
Anna, and he gazed upon her in that deep
anxiety which a lover feels. The gentle
wind sported with her long the raven ring
lets of hair as they hung about her snowy
neck. AT length she raised her head
the crimson suliusod her cheek, and the
glance that he caught from her eye was
softer than the ideal dream Of love. She
spake. 81 long have known that was
beloved by you; and now to suppress
feeling that glows in my bosom, would be
only 10 smother flame !hat would consume
my life. know my father is incorrgible
aud time cannot swerye him from tina
stand. Yet I---l--I--" Sab! deares
angel! have caught your meaning" salC
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