The spirit of the age. [volume] (Woodstock, Vt.) 1840-1844, 1842-04-15

U! Henry ,yon VIII NOT again return, anu shoulu
(yon again return you will know Floretta no more.
| shall fade away, like a flower without the dew.
Yor are my sun,-how shall I thrive, when you
have disappeared q
mo, Floretta,y you are happier than |. The scene
of our blessedness remains with thee with thee,
this fountain, this garden. live in all these flow
ers for thee. But in The morning, when have
lost thee, am driven forth from paradise. am
in another world in desert, solitary among hous-
ands. Therefore will my longing the more warmly
turn back to thee. All only one flower that has
bloomed at the foot of this fountain would enrap-
turc me when far away. If the company around
me hate or fear me, thine will love thee. Oh! how
lovely thou art, Who would not love ,hee' Others
will idoze thGe-others will meet thee, will adore
the: ah! you will find others more worthy of thy
love-
Thus they conversed for long time, Tears,
VOWS, carasses, new doubts, new consultations fol-
lowed each other until the castle clock called away
the Prince, and warned both to retire.
Then Florelta passionately. seized the hand of
Henry, pressed it to her heart and said, 'Seest thou
this fountain of Garenne There, ever there will
YOU find me; always and ever as to day; and Hen
ry see, as this fountain sends forth its inexhaus,i-
bic life, so my unaiIing love. Henry, may cease
10 live, but never to love thee; you will find me
again even as to day, There ever, ever there p
She fled away. The young Prince staggered
through the garden Of the castle, sobbing and
wretched.
xI.-THE FINDING AGAIN.
The diversions of travel restored his spirits. He
overcamc his grief The first fifteen months, which
succeeded the last moment at the fountain of Gar
enne, filled his mind with other cares. In the
strife of parties, which at that time rent France
asunder,a the fullness of his energy, of his heroic
spirit which afterwards won for him an undyins
already, the young hero was the wonder of The
brave, and the noble ladies Of the court of Catha.
rine de Medics, consocd him more than was nee
essary, for the loss Of Floretta.
The lovely Floretta heard the fame Of her lover,
and how all the world praised him. He was no
more the gardener, who planted flowers by her
side,-he was the warrior, rowing abroad to reap
laures. She had loved only lenry-never the
cited less her admiration than her sorrow; for she
also learned how the beauties of the court ensnar-
ed him. and how he, all too tickle, now listened to
one, and now TO another.
Forcta had known and loved in the world only
one man, this was Henry. She now lost all her
faith in him--her faith in human nature. Her heart
broke What had cnmo and must come, her rea-
son had fOresecn in vain.
In his marches, he came al last once again to
Ncrac. Then she saw the Prince of Bcarn once
walking with the beautiful lady Of Ayee, in the
garden and through the shrubbcry She could not
restrain the desire to meet them on their walk.
The sight of Flore,a, who, although pale and
was even in her sadness still, more lovely, than for
mcry in the brillilncy af her joy suddenly excited
"a inc yVu"s rllice an .n1 i1conecIIons OF nrsI
love. The lady by his side, and nearness Of the
couriers prevented him from yielding to his wish
es, But The following morning, when he saw old
Lucas in the garden, he went to the cottage. lie
found Floretta alone. The too sudden return of
her farther prevented him from conversing long
with her. lie begged only an hour at the fountain
Of Garcnnc. She answered, without raising her
eyes nom her work, 'at eight o'clock this evening
| will be there
lie hnscned away. He was again MS in former
days. His whole soul burned for Floretta. lie
could hardly wait for the hour.
1t was dark: i! had struck eight. Though a
private gate of the CASTLE inc went, in order to NEE,
no one, by foot path which he well knew through
the shrubhary. lie came TO the fountain. His
heart heat violently. Flore,ta had not yet appear
I'd. lie waited several minutes The rustng OF
the leaves by the evening breeze, frequently star
tied him with joy. Already he extended his arms,
TO fly towards her and clasp her TO his heart. But il
was not her. He walked up and down inpatient
, y. Then he observed not far from the fountain
ia tho darkness, something white, like part of her
dress. lie has,eued thither. 1t was piece OF
paper, with the arrow and the pierced rose. The
paper was written. The darkness oflhe night pre-
vented his reading il.
Alarmed. disturbed, agiiated, he fed back to
the castle, and sighcd-'Why comes she not .
Does she send back the arrow because she loves
me 10 more =
lie read the .wIiting-only these words-'I
promised thee, thou woudst find me at the foun-
tain. Perhaps you have passed by withou, seeing
me. Look better. You will certainly find me-
You love me no more; therefore live no more
o my God forgivc!'
Henry guessed the meaning of the words The
palace resounded with his cries. They ran up at
the cry of the Prince. Some servants with lighted
torches accompanied him TO the fountain of Garen-
ne.
Why prolong the sad tale The corpse of the
lovely maiden was found in the lake, which the
water of the fountain formed. They buried her
between two young trees.
The gIief Of the young Prince was unbounded.