The Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1837-1867, 1841-11-02

and | was now n different being. Emotions, to
which had before been a stranger, gushed up I'M
hidden. felt conscious that, from that hour, my
destiny would be linked in some manner, with the
angel at my side.
When reached our lodgngs showed her 10
my sisters room and saw them sink into each 9th
er's arms. l went to my chamber 10 weep and yet
l could not tell why. had entered the room
changed The hopes and the joys of existence
which had been dear to me but one short hour
before, were nothing now but withered leaves
The current ofmy life seemed to stand still, uncer
tain which way to flow. In a moment every gem
ofheaven had loved to gaze upon was forgotten,
and a now solitary star sbone there which ] had
never seen before Oh thought I if this be love,
how powerful is its transport
Day after day passed away, and every evening
Frances came to see my sister, loved her in the
very depths of my soul, and yet dared not breathe
one word of affection into her She seemed so
pure that every thing was hallowed by her touch;
so kind hearted and joyous that every thing was
gaddened by her presence; and yet as unconscious
Of her loveiness as the wild plover that has
been looked on but by the eyes of heaven. Yes !
loved her, and every time met those deep eyes
my heart glowed with purer love, more entire
devotion. Those were days of enchantment, but
they could not last The time for to
leave her, and felt that leaving the gate Of
Paradise to wander over blighted world, from
which every thing that was once beautiful had de =
parted and forever.
III was the last evening to pass in that
village, and sho had parted with Mary as met her
on the stairs. L asked her if she would walk a
while on the bank of the stream that flowed behind
the village. She consented and we turned down
green lane that led TO the river side. The shad-
ows OF twilight had fallen the scenery, and
one OF the sweetest landscapes New England
was reposing under the soft light Of the moon.
knew that in little while should that lovely
form, perhaps, no more. l wished to fan my hopes
into fame or ex,inguish them at once l have n
thousand times since that hour deplored that did
not then tell Frances all my feelings it would have
saved us both world OF misery. But could not
made tho effort but it was unavaillng It was
Tho most bewitching period OF my life. There
was an Indescribable charm over my existence. I
dreamed that the heart Of man without envy
and the world without foe. Thank God it is all
now, and win tell it all.
We held converse about the glorious heavens a
bove us and The verdant earth beneath feet Of
the world and all its enchanting pleasures. One
word left unsaid, and that word was all the world
to me- did not, could not whisper "love!" 1t
was a charmed word could not utter We pas
sed on and came up through an avenue Of tress
her fathers house. We stood at the door where
we were to part; again tried to summon resolu
ton to make my confession, but n painful agony
stifled the effort. then thought would write TO
her after our separation, and asked her if l might
do She said she should always be glad to hear
of my welfare. pressed her hand with the wild
est enthusiasm. That pressure was gently return
ed. gazed on hei with affection which could
not repress and said s'farewell." She returned
the word and pressed my hand long and fervently
The moon beams silvered n tear which W as falling
from her cheek. could not resist the impulse OF
my affection, and clasped her to my breast, and
kissed that tear away. 1t a moment of ex
quisi,e happiness which man can experience but
once or twice in the longest life, giving momen
tary glimpse Of Heaven and then losing itself again
in human less vivid joys
"New hopes may bloom and day may come,
OF mder, calmer beam;
But, oh! there s nothing half so sweet
In life as loves young dream"
We parted, and saw her no more. The next
morning left the village.
had not yet learned how necessary the sight RI
her form, the sound of her voice, or the spot where
'SS"'AS
image was before me night and day. She mingIe
in every scene ofjoy Sadness she inspired
ny hope and shed over all The future soft and no
ly light. few days, wrote to her, poured out
my whole soul, and requested an early answer. l
should here say that placed my etor in the hands
Of Young gentleman whom had frequently seen
in that village, who was about returning, and who
engaged to deliver it to Frances in person. now
felt relieved from the harrassng anxiety which has
weighed on my spirits; for my confession was
made, and I should soon know the result But day |
after day and week after week passed by, and
heard not a word from Frances. was she !
must have received my letter, and it was certainly
entitled to answer. Why did she not write, if
it was only to Danish hope ? Then came the re-
vuIsion. A bright had risen upon my path
had followed it till il led me to despair. had
been guided by an angel to the bowers of Paradise,
and then expelled forever. That was dreary
summer to me. Tho world, it is true, was glad
and beautiful all around me; joy lighted ON every
hilltop; and the blthe carol ofpleasure was heard
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