The Hillsborough recorder. [volume] (Hillsborough, N.C.) 1820-1879, 1843-02-09

. b'is hss her sirniiy o. stsiion % m.is-
isiri she 10 ihrrsieFs natural. essn IN skx
sssumPi'an q those sifs Of sxslssisr,e.s
and ellqsesm. ~hirh she hss slwsss bssu
taught 10 oeferse. Boz Ter osr Rrpubli
raa lss,ss, .hass snbiiion shauld bs -
ms'aaain snshls sinplicsiy and lssnkness
81 drraftmenL ssch sf7selsiion Of cub
serslsney % fsshion 10 folly snd a Elm.
Csasni cor people see Thai lhey are ne,
dsprndeni % lhs vain p.xszuirses Of .
court balh day Cor lhsir patent Of fash
,onl wal they never learn shsl by al.
pef'of slfiue and inlslIigsser. they are 20
BE measured and grsdusiedl on, nv fsis
eaunisy snnen. hos much good might Be
done oy their in6asarcl IIus slss, ahry
are bowing dosn 70 vain idoIs-worshlp-
ping ,hs shadows Of foreign rank and
lsshion."
Thus thought Roben Hauson. ss be
seni on his ssrsnd. which ~ss 10 carry
. letter 20 lady who lived in thar psr eI
Rarbury kno~n IS Jsmsic. Plain. lie
1ad promised 70 deliver The letter himself,
and had anticipated much pleasure from
,hs lone walk 10 one Of The NOT sh.rn-
ING Of The be,ullIul ensiroas Of Boston,
Bot nos the scenery had losi ils charm.
he hardly noueed u. as he sifolled on.
snliloquiz NJ. like melancholy Jacques, on
the faults Of mankind. or rather woman
Kind. Before he reached Mrs Ca,leion's
he had decided that The ser vas utterly
sel6.h. and that be would never waste
another ihonghl on those ch,meras, love
aud t" home, sweet home" No, he
would never marry even though maid
en- lesely az Mary Stuart and good and
lnlrlIigen, as Jane Grey. we're 70 stand
before him; be would no, even inquire her
nane-lIis nind gas asde pp.
Az he 6aished his mealal analhens Of
love and msrrisge, he csme out on The
pretty woodland scene where Mrs. earle
tons dwelling vas siius,ed. I, 9ss .
small cottage. and seemed IN have been
Rrsiied 10 among grove Of evergrsens.
without disturbing single shrub. The
n,row loot path. by which only the cot.
isge vas accessible. wound in and arouad
among the trees. like track iurnsd in The
sanb"ls Of a fairy froliek. Nos il led
beneath isll, dark eyergreens. standing
90 closely that the hand sss iavoluntsrily
Pot forth 10 part The low boughs ere ven
turing onward: then slesas 81 bright sun
shine would bteak through The opsning
leaves, and rest on the siolets and roses
ihs, sere clustered 10 their beauty around
The trunks Of the acacia aud TIE stat, ~ elan.
which we're mingled among the sombre
6rs. Here aud there asmsll circular patch
Of green swsrd was Left 10 The palhw ay, a.
!, ~ere. TO stay the fosi Of any evil thing.
or TO admonish those who vete eager 10
press onward 10 The brill liant career oil
worldly distinctions ,hs. this vas not
their way; the vefdure never grove so
quietly in he pathway 10 The ambitious.
Mrs. Carleton DOES no, Keep . csui-
age" thought Rober, Hanson. {" so per.
hsps che may be a home." and he pull
led the bell with quick, impatient jerk
for even his walk through thai quiet path
had not Gained The veEaiios Of bic spirit.
b" Mrs. Carleton 10 81 home, sir said
the domestic. 10 Roberts inquiries. "bu'
she 10 III and does no, see company"
"Givs her this card and le,,er; | will
wait here for answer" and Bober, turn.
ed away tossIds On arbour overgro~
with woodbine and honey suckle, think
ing in heart that IL was well women were
sometimes KEEP, al home by illness. lie
heard the sound Of . piano--,he keys
seemed touched by one whose soul "a,
harmonious. and . soft, clear voice wa'
breathing -
Birds. Joyous birds ofthe wandering wing,
whence is itlyecome withthe flowers Of sprinsl
We come from the shores ofthe green old Nile
From the land where tho roses oiSharon smile
Frsm The palms tina. wave through the Indian
sky, M....-. e--.-.
From the myrrh trees Of glowing Araby."
lie could no, forbesr listening; but hs
Eel, glad that he vas spared The task o
profrnng even ihe common compliment
Of sdnirstion. lie was resolved to s.ee
his heart. If he could no, close his ears
10 al such syrens--he would b:a woman
hster. |
lie was deeply engaged in examining
a scaJiomo; the liule purple blossom
spoke to his heart Of unfortunate love,
and The sad history Of Paul and Virgins
seemed stamped on The mourning flower
lie was Just thinking whether such dsvo
ted sflec,,ou we're in real life. possible,
when ligh, step advancing caused HIN
10 look up. and there stood befpre him
being who mightha'e resolved bis donb'i
at once.
mir. Hanson, l presume" said shs
youne lady. bIushlne deeply. :,
lie bowed low as Sic OharIes Grandi
son, but could not speak. %
s..My mother, Mrs. Carleton. requests
the pleasure Of seeing you; IL sou have
leisure this morning. she wilt be happy
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