Vermont phÅ“nix. [volume] (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1834-1955, 1843-06-09
by VIM. Il. YTHER.
From the Ladies World Of Fashion.
WILLOW DELL.
by LYDIA JANE PERSON.

and Francisco Southmayed lovely and low
ing one another were they, for they were or
phans, and no kind kindred divided their
young affections. Their mother, beauti-
iu Florentne, was won from her sunny
home by the fond idoatry of Theodore
Southmayed, an American traveller in glo-
rious Italy who forgot temple and monu-
ment, sculpture and painting, in the intel
lectual loneliness of his worshpcd Fran
csca Di Alt; and as he bore her home
ward he felt prouder Joy than if all the
inanmate treasures of that tomb of art had
been his well won trophies. But she was
like transplanted flower, she dropped in
our cline all the fond solictude of love,
love such as few men have felt for the gift
ed and beautiful, proved vain to shield and
sustain her; before little Hannah could
speak her name, she called her to her bed
side, babe her love her newborn sister, and
died OH the bosom of her husband, who felt
his heart die with her. Thenceforth he
endured the loneliness of desolate heart
for the sake of his innocent babes, who had
none but him to love them. As their minds
unfolded his great aim was to teach them
to love each other, for he felt that ere long
they would be beref of all other love and
it was so. Francisco had attained her 9th
year, Hannah was one year older. They
were different in mind and in person. Franz
csca like her mother, slender girl with
jctty hair and midnght eyes; her spirit
was all sunshine, such as lies on the en-
chanting landscape of Italy, and richly did
it tint her pure cheek and the rich lip, ell
oquent ever with sweet tones or sweeter
smiles. There was fascination in her ewes :
whoever gazed into their shadowy depths
felt as if lost in an enchanted region of
beautiful shadows. Her movements we're
those of an elastic flower toying with the
morning breeze her soul was all Joy, and
her person all beauty. Hannah was more
voluptuousIy made. Her brown shining
curls shadowed, like golden veil, her per-
feet features and glistoning white shoulders.
Her eyes were blue like the sapphire gate of
heaven, betraying by their Transparency the
pure angels that moved within. Her spirit
was deep water. The zephyr that dimped
its surface disturbed not the pure quiet of
its treasured depths Franciscas voice was
rich.with song and laughter; Hannah utter
ed words of tenderness with an almost pen
siye smile
When Mr. Southmayed's step was feeble
and his eve dim with disease, Hannah sat
beside him in his chamber, reading from the
sacred volume, sentences rendered more
sweetly pathetic by the musical cadences OF
her soft voice; while Francisco bound
ed over field and garden walk, culing the
richest fruit and most fragrant flowers, which
she ever carried to him as offerings of her
Ia fall hot ha ,loIl
and they were both necessary to his exs-
ence
II was a soft night in midsummer The
little girls had retired to rest: the fragrant
zephyr, the sleeping moonlight, the heavy
nodding foliage, reminded the widower, OF
his lost loves fame of bliss. lie thought OF
his first meeting with her, of their moon
light walks amid the scented groves of the
rich orange bower where they were wont to
sit together, and where he first won her to
confess that her heart owned him as its only
lord, while his soul felt those words OF
hers its sweetest, purest draught Of happi-
ness A few days he enjoyed the blessed
intoxication which it produced. But he
thought not now of bitterness, sorrow or
mourning. A blessed calm pervaded his
memories were gathered like an angel group
around him, and she whom he had so long,
so truly loved, stood visible in the soft light
with smiles Of love, and robes floating like
silvery cloud in the clear moonlight ether
Long time he gazed on the beautiful being
OF his excited Imagination, and he felt that
it was loving kindness which removed her
before this cold ungenial world had touched
her with its blight And then he thought
oil her sweet resignation, her reliance on the
Redeemer, and her faith in pardoning
God and he felt that his sorrow had been
selfish and wicked and in that hour oil
perfect resignation, when he was humble
and penitent flood Of holy peace de-
Scended on his soul. He prayed then in
lowsiness of spirit, and felt that he was ac-
cepted of the Lord. He left his chamber
and sought the affectionate woman who had
nnrsed his children since they had no moth.
er; he told her that he should soon die, and
besought her to fulfil the conditions of hi:
will, and remain with his daughters as along
as they should need her care. Be patient
with them, he said, watch over them care
fully, endure the perverstles of youth, ant
above all teach them as far as you can
humble piety These are the conditions
on which have devised to you an ample
provision for life Turning from her tears
and protestatons Of fidelity, he entered thu
chamber in which his daughters were sleep
ing. A ravishing picture of innocent love
and beauty they presented as they lay a
sleep on one pillow, Franciscas dark locks
lying like sheltering pinions over the brigh
curls of her fair sister, whose rosy cheel
rested on her bosom, while the beats of hel
tender heart move with tremulous emotion
the transparent hand which so loving EN-