Vermont phÅ“nix. [volume] (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1834-1955, 1843-04-21
BY VIM. L. lie r..
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retain her hand-whose arm still encircled
her waist, unforbidden. 81 will not marry
vet" and love was in the tone of the very
accent that withheld the boon flovc, or de-
ferred the bestowal Of it.
st. Aubyn was young man of moderate
fortone; accomplished, unsophlstlcated, of
quick sensiblities. A student, and fond Of
retirement, he had selected for his sum-
sner residence a small fishing hamlet, on the
romantic coast Of Devonshre; where, be-
tween his books and the sea-shore, along
which he loved to ramble, his time passed
anything but heavily. Here he had resided
about month, when the little community
received an addition, in young lady and
her mother, who joined it for the purpose
of temporary residence; and ST. Aubyn
stepped back in surprise, when issuing one
morning from the cabin in which he lodged,
he beheld two females, in the attire and
with the air, of fashion-the one leaning up
on the arm of the other-approachng the
humble portal whence he had Just emerged.
He bowed, however, and passed on.
He had scarcely more than glanced at
the strangers but, transient as was his sur
vey of them, he saw that one of them was
is the Ianguor which indisposition casts over
beautyp' exclaimed St. Aubyn to himself.
"Heath would improve the loneliness of
that face, but the interest which now In
vests it would vanish. No visitation" he
continued "but late hours, and crowded
rooms, have sent her hther-for prophecy
she comes to make some stay. Sidmouth
would be change of scene, not change of
occupation" he was right. St. Aubyn
returned from his ramble earlier than was
his custom. His thoughts, that day were
in the hamlet and not upon the shore. He
approached his lodgings with something
like emotions of expectation and suspense.
He looked at his landlady, on entering, as
if he expected her to communicate some
thing and was disappointed when she mere
ly returned the ordinary response by his
salutation He entered his apartment, dis
pirited, and threw himself into a chair near
the window. the sash of which he threw up,
as if he wanted air. For the first time he
felt the oppression of loneliness. "They
have not come to STOP" said he to himself,
and absolutely with sgh-and no wonder!
In an assembly, lovely, graceful, and deli
cate woman, behed for the first time, would
have extracted from him only the ordinary
tribute which beauty shares with beauty /;
but, in remote little fishing hamlet, in
habited by beings as rude as their neghbors,
the sea aud the rocks, such vision could
hardly come and vanish, without leaving a
strong impression upon the beholder. St.
Aubyn sat distracted, chagrined
The opening of a window in cabin OPP
posite, reused him. The sash was thrown
up by white arm shining through a sleeve
of muslin, thin as gauze Presently, a
dmple elbow reposed upon the sill and a
cheek of pensive sweetness sank upon a
hand so mall, so white, that it seemed to
have been modelled for no other office than
to pillow such a burden. A thrill ran
through ST. Aubyn, quickening him into
wakeful life.
How the hand talks What passions,
thought, and sentiment are in it What
tongues are the fingers OIL the things
that the hand which St. Aubyn sat watch
ing, discoursed to him, as it changed it:
posture-now with the palm, now with the
back, kissing its owners cheek-now ex
tending one finger upon the marbly, ample
temple-now enwreathing itself with one
lefty curl and another-now passed owe
and laguidly dropping from the window
frame, upon which the arm to which it be
longed lay motionless--then raised again
with slow and waving notion till it close(
with the cheek that half met it-then grad
ually crossed over the bosom that seemed t.
heave with sigh as it passed, and pressed
to the heart-then clasped with its beaute
ous fellow, and carried to the back Of thu
head, and full elastic arms swelling ant
whitening, as they contracted
St. Aubyn gazed on entranced. Hither
to the cheek alone of the fair invalid ha'
been presented to him, but now her heat
turned: her eyes met his and dropped-sht
rose and withdrew.
Only glimpses of her did St. Aubyn catcl
again. that evening--but they were frequent
A hand-an elbow--the point of her shoul
der-once or twice her figure, fitting back
wards and forwards, as she paced up ant
down the apartment Dusk fell still h
remained at his post, Was IT a guitar h
heardl It was but awakened as the frs
tones Of an eoian harp, which you hol
your breath to hear Her hand was on tn
strings one chord at length she struck full
another succeeded land another. Then "a
was silence, for time. St. Aubyn still re
NAMED at the window--nor in vain 'Fh
music woke again, as fairy soft as before
and yoice-soft as music, but oh ia
sweeter-awoke, along with it, She wa
singing but he could hear nothing exceF
the strain; and yet he heard enough to tie
him that it was the theme Of tenderness
though sung by fits, that rather seemed
help than mar the passionate mood. Th
stars shone out the moon in her first qua