Lincoln telegraph. [volume] (Bath, Me.) 1836-1846, 1842-02-24


with those oftho visionary Sage and one appeared
but The shadow Of III. other. The same vlsage,
he nov thought, had looked forth upon him from
the P,ramid Of Cheops; the same form had beck
oned to him among the colonnades Of Alhambra;
the same FIGURE had mistily revealed tsell through
the ascending steam Of the great Geyser. AT
every effort ofhs memory he recognised some
trait OF the dreamy Messenger Of Destiny in this
pompou5, busting, sell-important, little great
man of the village. Amid such musings, Ralph
CranGeld sat all day in the cottage, scarcely hear
inr, aud vaguely answering, his mothers thous-
and questions about his travels and adventures.
At sunset he reused himself TO take stool, and,
pass 40 The a%ed elm tree, his eye was again
by the sem5anee ola hand, pointing downward
at the hall-obhterated inscription.
As Cranield walked down the street of tho vii
lage, the level sunbeams threw his shadow far
before him; and he fancied that, his shadow
walked among distant objects, SO had there been
presentimcnt stalking in advance of HIN
throughout his life. And when he drew near
each object, over which his tall shadow had pre-
ceded hun, still it proved to be one OF The aml-
lar tecoec,ons of his inlaacy aud youth. Every
crook IN the pathway was remembered. Even
the more trans,tory characteristics Of the scene
were the same IN by-gone days. A company
of COWS were grazing on the grassy roadside,
and refreshed him with their fragrant breath.-'It
is swceter, though he, than the perfume which
was waited to ship from the Spice Islands
The round little figure of child rolled from a
doorway, ana lay laughing, almost beneath
Cranrelds feet. The dark and stately man stoop-
ed down, and lifting the infant, restored him 10
his mothers arms. The Children, said he to
hmsel.-and sighed, cnd sm.led-stbe children
are to be my ch1rrer Aud while how OF nat
ur.l feeling gushed ike a well-spring m his heart,
he came to adgelhHs which he could no@ise for
bear to enter. a sweet voice, which seemed to
come from deep and tender soul, was warbling
plaintive little air, within.
Oh man seek the downward glance,
And each kind word-aiiecton spell
Eye, voice, ITS value enhance;
For eye may speak, and tongue can tell.
But womans love, it waits the while
To echo 10 another tone,
To lingrr or another smile.
Ere dare TO answer with its own.
lie bent his head, and passed through the low
" door. As his foot sounded upon lae thresh-
old, younr woman advanced from the dusky IN
terror Of tbe house at first hastily. and .hen with
= more uncertain sten an tht.v net face to face
There was a SINGULAR contrast in their two Gsnres:
IN. dark and pielnresoue-ooe who had battled
With the ,yorld-vhoni all SIMS had shown unon.
and whom all wind, had blown on varied course;
she neat. eomely, and qaiet-ouiet even ia her
as if all her emotions had been subducd
- the npocfuI tenor of her lie. Yet their faces.
all mike as they were. had an EXPRESSION that
s,o,,,ed nat so aiien-a rlo,y nj kindred FEELING
p,shi,, inward aue,y from the ha}f.eytjnruisheJ
na,bors
Won are welcome home = said Filth Eaerton.
But Cranfeld did not Immediately answer for
his eve had been caught By an ornament in the
shane OF heart, Faith wore as a brooch upon her
bosom. The material was the ordinary white
lnartz; ard he recollpcte. having himself shaped
i out of one ofthese Indian arrow-heads which
are so often found IN the ancient haunls of the
red men. 1t was precsly on the pattern of that
worn by the visionary Maid. Whom Craufield .
departed on ms shadoWy search ne had bestowed
ms brooch IN g2id setting us Paft'hg gut TO
fatlh EgerI'A'
80 fnth' you nave kept fAe hear' sad he