The Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1837-1867, 1843-05-16

gon. For great change had come over her. She
was no more the Lucy of other days. Mceker aid
kinder, and therefore better and more beautiful, she
shed around her an influence like that which the dcws
Of heaven impar to the painting earth. To the poor
she was the kindest of benelactresses and to those
in misfortune the sweetest of sympathsers, for she
had fell sorroD herself All loved her las they would
have loved angel, sent down on earth to do good
When about eighteen months after the fatal inter-
view with her lover, Lucy heard of his marriage to
an English lady Of rank whose father was the British
envoy at St Petersburgh the poor girl had to conquer
the last lingering hope ofreconciliaon if indeed such
a thought lurled in her BOSOM. For two or three
DAVIS she was much aone and if she felt her resolu-
ton falling she sought and found consolation from
high From the fiery furnace Of trial she came out
purified; and every one said how gentle and loving
Lucy had grown Her voice had caught different
accent, and in its low sweet music the listener often
fancicd he heard melody not Of earth.
Time has tireess wing, and like the angel Of the
Apocalypse, flies forward ceaseessly But how few
remember that every wave Of that wing sweeps
moment into eterny-or how many, not uninIndiui
oft, care to have that m oment carry with it good
report. Alas! by thus trihing with the moments we
waste whole lives; and those who mark
each departing hour with good deed But Lucy
had strived to do this, and thus occupied with ben
efficient acts the years that passed by seemed scarce
" to leave footprint her face; and when ten sum
mers had elapsed, her fair brow almost as sunny
as in her earlier youth
Ten years had passed. when, evening, as Lucy
entered the church to which she was in the habit of
resortng, she saw gentleman before her, advancing
cd the aisle, whose figure not unfamiliar to her.
lie took a seat directly behind her own. When the
congregation dismissed, and she had left her
new the stranger addressed her and she recognized
his voice as that Of her early lover. Her bosom
thrilled at those deep tones, and she felt sick and
faint. But other feelings soon to he raid She
had often, OF late years, calmly reviewed the events
of that morning. and she could not but feel that, how
wrong she had been, her lover had been harsh
and quick He might, at least, have given her an
opportunity to show her reformation. These things
required to her now, and for moment pride whs-
pered to make reply, but her christian principles
forbade this second thought, and she accepted his
proposed services though with fuering heart. AT
first their conversation the evening, but when
they had walked several squares her companonsaid
abruptly,
sWhen we last parted, Miss Thornton, it was in
ten that painful evening"
Lucy's first feeling that Of Indignation then
of humiliation, and finally tears gathered in her
eyes. Controlling her emotion she answered cold
y::nr Emerson might have spared all al1usion to the
past
you misunderstood me, dear Miss Thornton he
said warmly, sit not to pain you that REQUIRED to
the subjects but to you that have long since
gveness for my conduct. Could you but read my
heart you would how respect-ay!' he added
in lower tone, adore YOU
ooh! If this had only come in time, thought Lucy;
and she left her trembling in that of her
panion. But again she made strong effort 10
gain her composure recollecting that he who adj
dressed her was tho husband Of another She with
drew her arm.
"These words as unfit for to hear for you to
utter,' she said proudly such language does not be-
come one who has bound himself by solemn to
another
tAnd do you moi. know that have no longer wfe''
said Mr. Emerson. All Lucy and his voice sunk to
sadness, show you msjudge me-
Lucy's frame trembled in every joint, and she
almost sank to the ground Forced now TO avail her
self of the support of her companion's arm, she
suffered minutes TO pass before she spoke, Tor Inc
power Of being Increased and became uncontrola-
BILE.
yes, dear Lucy, said the lover of her youth, Il am
stricken man, come back to ask your pardon, and
atone, if that is possible, for my hasy and harsh
duct. In that hour of passion my part, which wit
messed our last meeting, forgot all charity, and
committed greater sin than the for which
refused to forgive you. And oh! how often since,
has the remembrance Of my injustice wrung my
heart. Gods hand has been upon mel
lone in the world. Lucy, dear Lucy, will you for
give me?'
The earth seemed to swim beneath his listener, but
every word sank deep into her heart
When he had finished her emotions overpowercd
her Her Old love for the pentent' Emerson had
only been smothered mot ex,ingushed,& now revived
in full force, the suffering he had endured melted her
heart; and she felt if she could fall his bosom