Wilmington journal. [volume] (Wilmington, N.C.) 1844-1895, 1844-11-08
4 Thrilling Incident /!

We find the following thrilling adventure,
related in late number of the. New York =.
Weekly Messenger, but whether it is from tbs
pen of Major Noah or no, is more than We
can say. Read and weep. -
passed mp the natural avenue, and canno
upon the green. My feelings were very po-
etical as walked slowly towards the village
church. entered. A popular preacher was
holding forth, and the little sEnaakiaaahoifsh
was much crowded. Sevsl 10
standing up, and soon disc |ssts
retain my perpendicular positl every seat
was crowded. l, however, passed up. the
aisle until gained position where could
have fair view Of the faces Of neatly all
present. Many Of the congregation locked
curiously at me, for was a stranger to them
all. In few moments, however, the at.en-
ton Of every person appeared to be absorbed
in the ambassador Of grace, and also began
to- tlke an interest ia the discourse. The
speaker was fluent, and many of his flights
were even sublime. The music of the woods
and the fragrance Of the heath seemed to re-
spond to his eloquence.
Then it was no great stretch Of the imagi-
nation to fancy that the white handed crea-
lures around me with their pouting lips, and
artless innocence, were beings of a higher
sphere. AS my feelings were thus divided
between the beauties and blessings of the two
worlds, and rapt in a sort Of poetical devotion,
/ detected some glances at me Of an animated
| character.
need not describe the sensations expert.
enced by youth, when the eyes OF q bea1ti-
| full woman rest for length of time upon his
countenance. and when he imagines himself
to be an object of interest to her. !. returned
her .glances with interest, and threw all tina
tenderness into my eyes which the scene, my
meditations, and the preachers discourse had
inspired in my heart, doubling not the fair
young damsel possessed kindred feelings with
self---ttat we were drinking together at
the fountain of inspiration. How could it be
otherwise
/ She had been born and nurtured amidst
F.! these wilds and romantic scenes, and was
made up of romance, of poetry and tender
ness; and then thought of the purity Of wo-
mans love---her devotion-her truth. / only
prayed that might meet with her where We
might enjoy sweet interchange Of sentiment.
Her glances continued. Several times our
eyes met. My heart ached with rapture. At
length the benediction was pronounced. /
! fingered about the premises, until ' saw the
dafk-eyed damsel set oct for home, alone and
on foot. Oh! that the customs of society
would permit; for We are surely one in soul.
Cruel formality! that throws up barrier be-
tween hearts made for each other! Yet fol-
lowed her. She looked behind, and thought
she evinced some emotion at recognizing me
as. the stranger of the day. then quickened
my pace. and she actually slackened hers, as
if to let me come up with her.
Noble young creature!' thought |; "her
artless and warm hearts superior to the bonds
of custom"
reached within stones throw of her,
She suddenly hailed, and turned her face TO-.
wares me. My heart swelled to busting. 1
reached the spot where she stood. She began
to speak, and | took off my hat, as if doing
reverence to an angel. ,.t y4
:'Are you pedlar?" ~. ga.. ,ssrH
L"No, my dear girl, that is not my occupa-
ton" rs ."' (. .e =. ra,... = ~
| Swell, don't know continued she, not
very bashfulIy, and cycling me very sierniy-
81 thought when saw you in the meeting
house, that you looked like the pedlar who
passed off pewter half dollar on me, abou.
three weeks ago. and so was determined to
keep an eye on you. Brother John has got
home now, and he says if he catches the fell
Ter, he'll wiring his neck for him; and l ain's
sure but you're the good-for- nothing rascal af-
ter all.'' ........
Reader, did you ever take shower-bath'
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