The spirit of the age. [volume] (Woodstock, Vt.) 1840-1844, 1841-02-12
mo, no father, will not!-I wish to marry Lord

No, no father, will not!-I wish to marry Lord
Gilber, and make you happy
Then, after all, thou vert only jesling this
morning, and !, like an old fool, got angry about
shadow!
Yes, father, it was all jest-a very, very I'M
feeling one; yet still but jesln and Rates tears
redoubled as she spoke.
well, then, ] will send off my answer to Lord
Gilbert, and thousand guiIders to the good youth
Send him two thousand--half your forlune!-
lie is poor, and proud and Here Kate began
to cry again, and sobbing out something about
headache she left the room.
Early the next morning Mynheer Schuyler sent
purse of god with a letter of thanks, to the mu-
sic master; but the servant returned with word that
the youth had discharged his lodgings and had left
Amsterdam.
The preparations for Katrinn's bridal were COM
mcnced on magnificent scale She was to be
married in the English fashion; bridesmaids we've
chosen and the trnsseau was ordered from Paris
AT length Lord Gilbert arrived. Katrina declined
seeing him till they should meet at the altar; but
the merchant visited him at his hotel and returned
home absolutely beside hmsefwith delight The
wedding morning brought pretty, three cornered
note from the bridegroom. with case Of diamonds,
sucl, as had seldom blazed on the brow of a Dutch
ess. The bridesmaids were in extacies, and even
Kalrina's pale face frightened little when she
saw them sparkling among the soft, bright tresses
and felt them upon her white arms and neck. She
was sitting in her dress of white satin and mechIin
lace, with the jewels twinkling like starlight thro
the delicate folds of her bridal veil, when car
ruge aud four swept up to the house. The brides
maids rushed in body, to the little mirrors in the
windows.
There he is!--that il Lord Gi,bert-the tall
slender one with black har!' exclaimed the fore
most Kate, do come here one moment. Why!
where has she flown to-
! Poor Kate-she had taken advantage of the con-
fusion and had stolen into the garden, that she
might have one moment Of solitude before her des-
! inv was sealed for ever She hurried forward to
the fountain and threw herself on the bench where
those dear, dear, music lessons had been glven.-
The place had been neglected of late; the fountain
was half choked up with leaves, and the ROSIE
bushes were dropping and out of blossom. Every
thing looked desolate; but the heart Of the poor
bride was most desolaIe Of ALL She leaned her
cheek against the rough trunk Of the elm and, bu-
ryng her face in her hands. abandoned herself to
sorrow, She was sitting thus, with tears trlckling
through her slender fingers, and falling, unnoced
on her bridal dress, when hand was laid softly on
her arm, and familiar voice pronounced her name,
That volce.-it went to her heart like gush OF
music. Sh. looked up, and he whom she had
driven from her. presence, with scorn and anger,
was standing by her side. She forgot her engage
ment-her pride, every thing-n The dear con-
seriousness of his presence, and sprnng to his bosom
as joyrully us frightened bird flies 10 his nest
home in the green leaves.
MY own sweet Kate p whispered the youth,
laying his PALM carcssingly, on the warm cheek,
whose fellow was nestled in his bosom. "Look
up, love, and say that you fogvc all the sorrow
and anxiety have occasioned YOU.
Hates arms frightened about his neck, and she
murmurcd, in soft, happy voice, u forgive all,
every thing, only say tina, . Cu'~nA save me from
| this marriage
'And has it never occurred to YOU that you may
have been deceived that your aiiiancied husband,
may have sought to win the heart before he de-
manded the hand Of his fan Mistress in short, that
| the humble musc-nastcr and Gilbert Foster may
be the same persona Nay, struggle not to free
Yourself from my arms, sweet bride. Is not your
lover the same, in all things, as when he was used
to set your lnckcss guitar with his unskillul hands,
Gan this be sober TRUTH murmured the young
GIRL doublingly, 'What, you so kind, so gentle
and scod.--Can You be the proud, fslidous Lord
! Gilbert whom so feared Indeed cannot I'M
derslnnd it"
DO not try, love. Remember we have whole
life time to explain it, Let MS 90 to the house now.
the bishop il waiting. 10 not tremble-there is
nothing so very terrible in the cercmony;'
'No, there is nothing terrible in it HO,c,' whs-
percd the happy Kate, as Lord Gilbert Foster drew
the bridal veil over her face, and raising her hand
10 his arm, led her from the fountain which had
Witnessed their first and last quarrel,