Lincoln telegraph. [volume] (Bath, Me.) 1836-1846, 1840-11-26

hrst time like rich odor shed on a hide
shrine, None knew how well she loved,
how tendery /; and he whom she so wor-
shipped was worthy of her affection. 1t
was Emerc /; stately as pine tree on the
and hair, which, dark and cleaning as the
ravens wing, clustered about brow that
might have well beseemed an Apollo or an
Antinons
| The love was secret. was the dearer,
the pnrer, from its mystery for no idle
tongue had linked their names together and
{ blighted the sacredness of their passion
They met in the leafy woods, amid the
| signing Of the branches, and the whispers
of the wind that wandered through them,
10 the soft moonlight, when the long shad-
ows fell dark upon the earth, and the stars
spangled the mantle Of night until it shone
with regal splendor and their whispers
we're lower than those of the summer wind,
their sighs gentler than those that wake the
summer woods their eyes outshone the
stars, and their young hearts were purer
than the moonlight.
But sorrow came even hither to this
Eden of the soul, when the foul serpent
should have been thrust out. Bertha was
fond, and beautiful and young; but Emer-
ic was of high and ancient race; his father
was proud and stern he loved his son, but
ambition was,hs master spirit, and he had
vowed to Emeric that he should lead no
bride to his paternal hearth who could not
double his possession
And thus Boritza passed her days in tears
| xua,chipr for bo door re Il
cries arrival beneath her window, when
sometimes SO closely guarded as TO be una
Bile to leave her chamber, she could extend
to him through the bars of her narrow case
ment the small and delicate hand which he
covered with the burning kisses while she
| talked to him in the low tones in which
passion loves the world itself.
! One night they were conversing thus
| painting even their fears in those sweet
shadowy forms which almost robbed them
of their bitterness, and striving TO hope
against conviction. when the jealous guar
dian of Bortza stole upon their confidence.
The youth was half buried among the flow
erine branches of an achah tree that grew
against the chateau, Immediately beside
the chamber Of the maiden, and the hand
of the beautiful girl extended beyond the
grating of the easement rested lovingly
among the dark curls which fell upon his
shoulders, while she listened to his low
whispers with smile of pensive happiness
playing about her lips.
Thus they stood when the storm burst
upon them. lnvective, threat aud insult
were heaped upon the trembling Boritza,
and her lover fingered near, unable to avert
from her the bitter WORD or the tauntlng
look, his heart bled. not only for her, but
for himself he could not bear it long and
rushing from the garden, boldly and with
out Hesitation, he strobe into the presence
of her father, Bolko.
The reception was stern one. Bolko
was as proud as the noble who dispised his
daughter-his pride was as tangible he
could secure il with locks and bolts, or he
could draw it forth and feed upon it, and
then replace it for future scruliny-and
what had the lofty Count to show which
outvalued his beloved gold !-Emeric bore
up braveIy against the torrent of insult
which was his welcome; he duplicated he
implored, and love is eloquent when the
heart prompts the words; but Bolko heed
ed not his agony, and ere they parted he
forbade the entry of his dwelling to the
soul-stricken Emeric.
The youth turned to depart there was
a struggle in his breast between his love for
Borlza, and the pride in which he had been
nurtured from his youth but ere he had
reached the centre of the hall, he met the
maiden, pale, trembling, and bowed down
by the terrors Of the past hour. as the lily
is bent by the storm which passes over it
What had he to do with pride as he looked
upon her He forgot all save her And
as she flung herself at the feet of her father
he knet beside her, and again he strove to
awaken feeling where it had never dwelt.
The sunshine fails to warm the adamant-
the storm bursts over it, and leaves it cold,
and hard, and intact as overland Bolko
had become as the rock upon which exter-
nal influences have no power and he
harshly dismissed the dropping Boritza to
her chamber, and molioned Emerlc from
his presence.
As she moved away, in obedience TO the
paterual mandate, the maiden passed close
beside her lover and, as their eyes met,
he Suddenly grasped herhand. and whisper
ed beneath his breath, AT midnight, nea,
the fountain of the Tempats-I will be
there Boritza. "The trembling girl ans
wered him only by look; and then bow
ing meekly TO her infatuated sire, she glded
from the apartment