Macon intelligencer., 1838-11-07

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arises first tosour memory. and qbe
recollection of past joys;' above, the
moon, near her full, looked pure and
serene 'as the spint that made it: far
IN the south a light cloud, Of snowy
whiteness, adding, by its contrast, to
the heavens deep blue, moved calmly
and slowly across the star-sown
wilderness. A gentle breeze came
murmuring by, and every leaf shaken
by Its breath reflected back, in q thou-
sand beams, the mild light of the
sIlyery moon. The garden was of
anornamental cast-pIanted in choice
flowers and in trees of exotic and
native origin-the walks diverged in
many ways from the gate, and formed,
labyrinth whose meaaadering were
rather the wild symmetry of nature,
than the studied regularity of art.
Few minutes elapsed, after had
taken my station in the garden. before
the gate was slightly opened; and an
airy figure, clad in loose dress of
snowy whiteness, with quick, light
step, advanced to the tree under
whose shade Istood concealed. 1t
was my own Ellen-and, stretching
forth my arms, | was about to claim
the warm embrace which constancy
like mine well deserved, and of which
| felt assured the hard rules of society
could never deprive me; but placing
her finger on her lips, in a hurried
and sorrowful tone she whisper cd,
mot yet-not yet
Her slightest wish to me was
law, and taking her profered arm
we walked on in silence to more
retired part of the garden. Oh
woman! the sun fouridolatry! The
very weakness of thy nature gathers
around thee the sympathies and the
strong arm of man. For when /
felt tear drop upon my hand, and
heard sigh of uncontsoIabIe agony
burst from Ellen, | could refrain no
longer. Il am come, my love, at thy
call. This garden that witnessed
0ur first love, must now witness orr
asst farewell. And will you leave |
me? she replied. | have left all for
you, and ifyou forsake me, to whom
shall my poor heart turn sympathy? !
They told me you were dead, else
1either tears or prosecutions could ;
nave changed nay firm resolve, to
nave lived and died only with you. /
Ny hand now is welded to another; I
ny heart is thine forever. And
nine it shall be, | exclaimed. What l
5 the world TO me? Without Ellen a
here is no world! How hard it is a
hat the cup ofenjoyment most priced,
which we raise to our lips, is oft
INES dashed to the earth; and that
ur dearest pleasures are those h
urcIlased in shame and guilt. Had !
arrived one moment sooner, the holy 4
ties of the church had not interposed i
s laws between me and my love; .
nd now | stood in the moonlight &
18th the lawfully betrothed wife of f
mother in my arms. But she was a
ny own dear love-and to see her, 7
} hear her speak, to gaze upon her f
ice redolent of life and beauty, was o
temptation and a charm to have =
allied me from the skies. ]. We pass
d on to favorite bower, tended,
itherto, by ETlen's fair hands. Over y
cad was cluster of roses and wild :,
overs mingling their odor with the h
ews of heaven. Beneath was a i,
rassy plot. soft as Eedn-down, from 5,
hose lowly bed occasionally peeped O.
nth bInshing violet. 81
We sat down and mourned that Ii
e could not meet there by the light ri
{ the sun. Our heasty were il- fl
Ocent of wrong to others, and vet a
le cold world would place upon us a
le ban of its condemnation. N
The soft, gentle tones of Ellen h
ole to my cars as if gurgling forth r
'om the very fountain of music and
we. There was not one creature
] this breathing world that could L
did to, or detract from, the sum of a
ur happiness. We were alone, s.
ceiling no sympathy with its countless y
lyriads, All our affections had q
into one stream that flowed '
Ito each others heart, burning and 9
by its intensity. We .
,oked into each Others eyes, and i !
,und there the fervor of undylng : $
I'VE. A light breeze came up from = !.