Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, W.T. [i.e. Wis.]) 1843-1844, 1844-09-21
LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT.
A THRILLING INctnrNr

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late number ofthe n. York Weekly
Messenger, but whether it is from the
pen OF MaJor Noah or not is more than
we can say. Raad and weep.
lpassed up the ,atural avenue and
came upon the green. NV feelings
were very poetical as walked slow
ly towards the village church. en-
tered. A popular preacher was hvd-
ing forth, and the little meeting house
was much crowded. Several persons
were standing up, and soon discover
ed that ! must retain my perpendicu-
lar position, as every seat was crowd
ed. |, however, passed up the aisle
until l gained position where / could
have fair view Of the facies of nearly
all present. Many Of the congrega-
ton looked curiously at me, for was
a stranger TO them all. In few mo-
ments, however, the attention of every
person appeared to be absorbed in the
ambassador of grace, and | also began
to take an interest in 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 respond to his
eloquence.
Then it was no great stretch Of the
Imagination TO fancy that the white
handed creatures around me, with their
pouting lips and artless innocence,
were beings of a higher sphere. As
my feelings were thus divided be-
tween the beauties and blessings of the
two worlds, and wrapt in sort Of poet-
fetal devotion, detected some glances
at me of an animated character.
need not describe the sensations
experienced by youth when the eyes
Of beautiful woman rest fora length
of time upon his countenacne and when
he imagines himself to be an object of
interest to her. returned her gIances
with interest, and threw all the ten
derness into my eyes which the scene,
my meditations, and the preachers
discourse had inspired in my heart,
doubling not the fair young6amsel pos
sessed kindred feelings with myself
that we were drinking together at the
fountain of inspiration. How could it
be otherwise?
She had been born and nurtured a.
midst these wild and romantic scenes,
and was made up of romance, Of poetry
and tenderness; and then thought Of
the purity Of woman's love-her de-
votion-hcr truth. ! only prayed
that ! might enjoy sweet interchange
Of sentiment. Her glances continued.
Several times our eyes met. My heart
ached with rapture. At length the
benedlction was pronounced. llinger-
ed about the premises until saw the
dark-eyed damsel set out for home, a
lone and on foot. Oh! that the Gus
toms Of society would permit; for we
are surely one in soul. Cruel iormality!
that throws up barrier between hearts
made for each other! Yet ! followed
her. She looked behind, and thought
she evinced some emotion at recogni-
zing me as the stranger OF the day. i
/ then quickened my pace, and she
actually slackened hers, as ITO let me
come up with her.
"Noble young creature" thought I;
cher artlcss and warm heart is superior
TO the bonds of customW
reached within stones throw Of
her. She suddenly halted, aud turned
her face towards me. My heart swell
ed to bursting. ] reached the spot
where she stood. She began to speak,
and took off my hat, as if doing rev.
erencc 10 an angel.
"Are you peddlcr:"
"No, my dear girl; that is not my oc-
cupation."
We'll, don't know" continued she,
not very bashfully, and cycling ne very
s,ernly-"I thought when saw you
in the Westinghouse, that you looked
like the pcddler who passed ifapewter
half-dollar on me, about three weeks
sgo, and so | was determined TO keep
an eye on you. Brother John has
got home now, and he says il he catch
es the Teller he'll wiring his neck for
him; and | amt sure but you're the
good for nothing rascal after ALL"
Reader, did you ever take a shower
bath,
II was Dean Swift, who remarked,
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