Louisville messenger. (Louisville, Miss.) 1842-1843, 1843-05-13
Louisville, Winston Co, Miss Saturday May b. 1913.

| mts we're caught ad reflected back
by tic pals mafbh, which rose 10
tasteful ntofcolumnaIion, around the
pfiucely mansion ofAfmenlus.
One object only @''o animation 10
tho scene, and efen he appeared
scarcely living. for In Ilic darkness Of
q deep shadow, be stood, rs If hans.
fixed, and made no motion, save now
and then tho hand, which was laid
upon bis breast, would contract, as II
with nervous action.
Another figure is added TO thcscene
she gldcs on tip.oe, and rapidly
flies TO meet the yolah; she throws
herself into his arms--his lips meet
hers-the sudden transport OF delight
the imprisoned embrace, declares
them to be lovers.
Stealing noiselessly into the deep
er shade of an adjacent wall, they
were concealed from every eye, save
that of Him, who cannot look upon
such love, so pure, so fervid, and so
dlsntcrested, but with pity on fhe sad
fate which separated them.
"Agricola, love-" whispered the
maid, shave ! fingered too loig from
thee? Thou wilt forgive me; it was
to avoid detection that tarrIed."
The youth seized her tapsring fin
gers in his own, and pressed them to
his bosom.
"No, love-" he cried, pressing her
hand to his lips, and bathing them in
the sea of agony which wal rushing
from his eyes. 'No, alas! thou hast
not fingered long enough; would that
thou hadst never GOMEZ"
"Say not SO, Agricola. Wherefore
dost thou weep?" she inquired sooth-
ingly.
"Because," he replied, "this is the
last time we meet, Maria, and may
not consecrate it by tear, as one OF
fond remembranceg'
"The last. Agricola!' sobbed the
tender girl-"Oh, name it not, we
never will part again."
"Alas! what would'st thou?"
olive with thee, die with thee
Maria would be thy wife,
mo, nor exclaimed the youth, a
a pang Of grief darted- through hi
soul; ''no, Maria, it may not ber'
"Then," said shereprovingly, .thou
doSt not love me, or thou would'stnot
cast me off,
"Love you!' cried he, ''it is that |
love well, too"
"Then, why not listen to my pray
err"
"Alas! it is | love too deeply"
"No," cried the girl, "no, Agricola,
didst thou love me, like me, adore! !
thou would'st cast aside these fears.o
"Fears" repeated the youth, drop
ping his hand, and flushing fire from
his eye, which Illuminated the space
about them: "lears, Maria! thou dost
not know me; to me, fear is a stran-
ger. IT'S not that which influences
me; but recollect, girl-Agricola is
slaver
The monetary sternness which he
had assumed, did not, however, damp
the ardor of the girl! ltseemed to
render him still dearer to her. She
placed her fragile arm about his man
ly neck, and in tone of gentle re-
p oach: "Rebuke me not, my love-"
She said, "thou knowest Agricola is a
slave; Cynthia, would share his bon
dage with him. Her love should make
bis slavery sweeter far than free
DOM"
"Desist, | pray thee" responded
the youth, encircling her waist with
his arm, with respectful tenderness,
and softening his tone: remember,
thy father is Roman!"
IL know it WE'LL" she answered ca
gerly, "yet still / love thee"
II know it, Maria; alas! too well;
but were to wed thee, it would draw
his Indignation on sboth. For my
self, care not; but for thee-the gods
know, sooner would ! give my head
to the executioner, than those bright
eyes should lower before the frown of
an angry father. Maria, it must not
be-" and clasping his hands inagony,
he added, "let me remain a slave,
though | love the worthy daughter of
Roman"
"Cruel as thou art, | still will love
thee" she whispered through his ear;
"none but thee live to care for. My