The Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1837-1867, 1842-11-22
Miscellaneous.
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1t was evening-the evening of L summer Sabbath
The sweet hush of Nature, unbroken by single
sound of busy life, harmonized but too painfully with
the oppressive stiffness which pervaded the chamber
whittier my footsteps were bent. 1t was on the
ground floor Of pretty residencein the outskirts of
the village of C. Its open windows overlooked
garden where Taste and Beauty roigned supreme
a second Eden, which extended with scarce percepti-
bic dcclnaton to the very margin of stream, where
it was bounded by white picket, and hedge of
low trimmed shrubbery, which the eye caught
the flashing waters they swept Oil, glowing in the
crimson radiance Of the sunset
entered the house, and stepping lightly along car
peted passage, tapped softly at the door of the cham
Der of sckness-ay of Death.
"Welcome, Doctor" said the silvery voice of
lady, who sat by low couch, partially hung with
white drapery. Welcome! the dear sufferer is now in
quiet slumber-but must presently awake, and one
of her first enquiries will be for YOU
How is your sweet Lucy now?'
'She has been quiet and apparently comfortable all
day. 1t is her Sabbath, doctor, well the wor-
shippers who go up to the earthly courts ofour low
ed Zion. 'Oh!' she added while the sungh Of Joy
rradated her features, pale with long vgiIs at the
bedside Of her sweet Lucy-'Oh!' how full of conso
laon is this Of moral suffering, of earthly Bit
terness, Of expiring hope
Yes, my dear friend,' replied, your cup of af-
Fiction is indeed sweetened from on high l have
seen Death day clad in his robes of terror. He
took from my hopeless victim all unprepared,
even after long and fearful warnings and the recollec-
ton of the sad struggle, the terrible anguish of the
qushcd and fierce triumph of the Conqueror ,and the
piercing wall of exhausted Nature, haunt my
ory still and ev en- in this earthly paradise cannot
forget them.
And is poor Edwards gone at last to his dread ac-
count? Oh! how FEARFUL, and the gentle lady cover
ed her face and wept'
Sometime elapsed. fingered at the couch of Iu
cy till she should awake, and taking from the stand
II small though elegant copy of the Bibe,I opened its
silver ca7p,and my eye caught the simple inscription
on its fly leaf: TO my Lucy-a parting gift from
Clarence had design ed to read portion of the
word but thought for the time engrossed
had known Lucy May from her infancy, and she
was scarcely less dear to me than my daughter
Indeed they had grown up like twin blossoms, and
were together almost every hour of the day. Seven
teen summers they had each numbered-thongh Luz
CIV was some months the elder No brother nor sis
ter had either Of them land hence the intensity of
tua love- Their thoughts, their affections, their de-
sires, their pursuits in common. They called
each other sister, and their intercourse honored the
endearing name.
And Clarenco-the giver of the little volume in
nv hand-who was he Clarence Hamilton was the
son of my best earthly friend, and nobler youth
in all the lofty faculties and eadowments OF the heart
and intellect; reoiced in the vigor of life and
early manhood. To him had Lucy been bcrothed
for more than year land he was now absent from the
village though trusted when each sun rose, that
| its setting would bring him back in answer to our
cautious summons. Especially had hope and eXpec-
| taton grown within hearts that evening, yet
had not a word been spoken on the subject by the
widowed mother of the lovely Lucy. AT length,how
ever, she raised her head, and observing the open
| volume in nv hand-sh said, in an assumed tone
of cheerfulness,
| 81 trust Clarence will come this evening. 1t is
! now .r,
| sClarencen said the sweet patient, opening her
dark eyes, and looking eagerly around. Her eye res
ted only on her mother and myself and with slight
| culver on her lip, and a sad smile, she said,
Gle is not come! .,.
sNo. nv darling, he has not yet come; but there
is more than an hour to the close of the dayand ther
-
God grant he nnay come said the maiden, & sh'
! added with energy-sif it be His holy will. OH
Doctor. nv kind, dear FRIEND your Lucy is wearing
away fast, is she not'' and then observing the emo
ton which | attempted to conceal, she saio' 'Du
am better to-day, am not !? Where Is E'leh-wh.
does she not GOMEZ Her mother turned her lnqu'
ing glance upon me as took the thin wh'te mana
the girl in mine, and marked the regular out 'eeo'
beating of the pulse.
sshall send for your daughter, Doctor '-eh
| asked f ,r u,
,couiesced and in few minutes Ellen was SOB
HING violently. with her face hidden on the bosom
her 'sister.'I, ..ff
ELLEN, my sweet sister,, said Lucy, your ia'he
has told me that must leave you-and her voice Ii