The Northern galaxy, and Middlebury people's press. [volume] (Middlebury, Vt.) 1843-1844, 1843-12-13

81 III q ~" anu tIciuOitu8 tOue, Hail sport
i've, half in earnest, "He loves me-he
loves me not-he loves me--he loves me
not "-.only one half remained" he loves"
the flower was gently withdrawn, and
the hand that held it pressed passionateIy
to the lips of noble looking youth who
had stolen unperceived around the tree.
"Let me speak for the last leaf, Lizzie"
he whispered. lie loves thee more than
life Dear one, may he believe his love
returned?" Lizzie smiled through her
tears--he drew her TO his heart
For moment the lingering sunshine
rested softly on the fair tableau, then pass
ed, and left it to the holier light of love.
CHAPTER VII. .
"You remember Ellen, our hamet's pride,
How meeky she blessed her humble lot,
When the stranger William had made her his bride,
And love was the light Of their lowly cot.''
Have you found the blue Forget me.
not yeti" said the good old rector of
5, with a meaning smile, to fair and
white-robed maiden at his side, as he sat
with others at the bridal feast about year
after the performance Of the forest tablean.
Lizzie Wexford looked up in her husbands
eyes, which were bent fondly upon her,
and smiled. but did not reply.
Pleasant and comfortable, but simply
furnished, was the cottage in which the
schoolmaster and his beautiful and happy
wife passed the first few months OF their
marriage. But Charles grew restless then,
and he pursuaded Lizzie--who could new.
er resist his persuasions-to take a little
journey with him.
In their own humble chaise, they trav>
elled through the delightful and richly cul>
tivated country, and Lizzie was enchant.
ed with almost all she saw. There was
but one draw back on her happiness and
that had always been her chief trouble from
childhood--her sympathies were too pow
erful too allow her TO behold poverty or
misery in any shape without a pang Of
pity and an ardent wish 10 relieve it--and
this her humble means would not always
allow her to do. As she passed some beg
gars on the road, TO whom she had thrown
some silver, she turned 10 her husband, with
tears in her eyes, and said
oh, Charles never care for wealth
for my own sake, but would it not be d.
vine happiness to possess the power of re-
lieving others y
Charles smiled, rather loo gaily she tho't.
but he pressed her hand so tenderly that
she could not chide him. At the close of
the second days journey, they came to
beautiful and extensive park, through the
vistas of which, they could catch now and
then glimpse of a magnificent mansion.
Lizzie thought it must be palace. Tier
eyes flashed with delight. and then filled
with tears. She was excited and nervous
she knew not why. She had read of such
places, but she had never seen one, and
she begged Charles to stop the chaise for
few moments, that she might gaze her
full. ave will drive through the park"
said her husband, Z" know the owner
WELL" She thought his voice trembled,
and looking up IN his face she saw that it
was lighted up with glow of lofty exul-
tation, which so we'll become his refined
and aristocratic beauty that she involunta-
rily raised his hand to her lips and kissed
it fondly. yet with vague fear for which
she could not account. They drove thro'
the park to the principal entrance of the
house; as they approached it was flung
wide open and from train of liveried
servants stepped forth an old man. who
smiled an earnest welcome as he respect
fully assisted Charles TO alight. Lizzie
was dumb with wonder.
"Come !" said her husband holding out
his hand.
"Where are you taking me, Charles :"
"To my home! Lizzie" he exclaimed,
pressing her fondly TO his bosom.as he bore
her half fainting into the library, where
a pleasant fire was kindled. "Welcome
to my home-to the home Of my fathers
my own precious wifcl'
And who. then, are you my husband p
asked the bewildered and half frightened
Lizzie, sinking on sofa by his side.
"My dear Howard" said he laughing,
to young man who at this moment hastily
entered the room, "before you welcome
me, introduce me TO my wife %
"The Earl of E., dear madame"
said his friend, coming forward with
smile.
"The Earl of E., sweet countess"
echoed Charles. think you that dear FORE
head will echo beneath this toy" And
taking from a casket coronet Of dia-
monds, he placed it on her head and kiss
ed her fearful eyes. And what did the
youthful countess do? Forgive her Eli
que.te Forgive her Mr.. Howard She
was weary--almost exhausted with excite
ment and fatigue-and closing her lashes,
still wet with tears, upon her husbands
shoulder, she murmured a blessing upon
his name, and fell fast asleep, like child
as she was Courteous readerl if you
have not already followed her example you
may do so now--for my story Is ended
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