Lincoln telegraph. [volume] (Bath, Me.) 1836-1846, 1841-11-18
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An ordinary of mans life;
A tale of silent suffering, hardly clothed
In bodily form. WORDSWORTH
village in the South of England is one of the
lovliest sights in nature and it is what it seems
the very nesting place of poetry, love, and hap
piness 1t glters, with its white washed cottages
and garden walls, among the green trees mid
which it is EMPOWERED, like the golden fruits of
Spain, peeping from beneath the rich foliage that
does but partially conceal them. Its meadows,its
stream, its taperng church spire; It's Indigenous,
its lanes of sweetbriar and wild roses its lattces
with their clustering jessamine and honey -suckle );
its gardens, with their bee hives its orchards with
their odorferous blossoms and above all, its
| simple, yet cheerful inhabitants, ignorant of the
great world, and unwilling to have that gno-
rance enlightened all combine to render village
in the south of England the most delightful spot
in the universe. How sweet to retire from the
world to such haven of repose and there to
cultivate only the purer affections of one S nature,
and keep the soul divided, by rainbow zone, from
the grosser atmosphere of common existence
There many little paradises of the kind
speak of, and should be contented with any one
of them although, If had my choice, should
perhaps fix upon WOODBURY., in preference to all
the rest. My prediction is more singular, and
as all my associations connected with the recol.
lection of that village are Of peculiarly melan-
choly cast. Even there the spoiler, sorrow, had
found entrance and his victims were not I'M
known to me. | will endeavor to recall their story;
| it is simple ore but it suits we'll the mournful
temper of my mind, and shall therefore avail
myself of this opportunity to narrate it.
Let me paint her as first saw her-It was her
cottage garden, a bright summer morning,
when the dew was still sparkling On the flowers
She held book in her hand, but she was not
| reading. She stood wrapped in delightful rev.
erie, with her eyes fixed on two young rose BUSH
es knew not then that she was my old friends
only child, jetI stopped Involuntary to gaze up
on her. had ne yer before seen aught so beauti-
full and that too, without the shadow of pre-
tence. | cannot describe her fca .a1es, but their
combined effect irresistible There was
world of expresson-an unfathomable depth of
feeling, in her dark blue eye saw tear start
into it hut the thought that called it up was
merely transient, for smile gathered upon her
lips Immediately afterwards, and chased away
with its light the little harbinger of sorrow. At
that moment, the gate was thrown open, and
youth entered. lie was her own lover | knew
it at glance. A deeper crimson spread itselfover
her cheek and her smile kindled into one gilmore
intense delight. They stood together England
could not have prodnceda nober pair. They seat
ed themselves in the sunshine the youth took
the book and read aloud. 1t was poetic page
over which they hung. She leaned her white arm
on her lovers shoulder, and gazed upon him with
delighted and breathless attention. Who is it that
has said there is no happiness on earth Had he
seen Edmund and Florence on that calm, blue
morning, he would have confessed the absurdty
of his creed.
Edmund was the eldest of the village rec
tor "a "to all the country dear Florence
was the daughter of an old, respected soldier who
had served in many campaign, and now lived
in retirement, upon the small pension which was
given him by government, as the reward of his
long and valuable services. She had lost her
mother almost before she knew her, and all her
! ilal affection was centered in her only surviving
| parent her heart she had bestowed upon Ed
nund and he was by no means insensible of the
value the gift. They had been companions from
their infancy. All their recollectons of times past
were the same, for all their amusements and stud
les had been similar. But Edmund had made con-
siderably more progress than Florence. Nature
had heaped upon him all those mental endowments
that constitutes genius. She had given him a
mind capable Of the profoundest aspirations; a
| heart that could feel more deeply, fancy that