Vermont phÅ“nix. [volume] (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1834-1955, 1844-04-26

ish nue. OF the asper tn,fhe dark green oithe
cedar. The deep i.,..e sky, spsted with
light feecy clouds, which, like wsntou chill.
dren, chased each other toward the south.
west, was in perfect keeping with the
changeful beauty Of the maiden's face Had
you seen her as she sat there, now bent over
her pet to ascertain if the wreath had reach.
ed The required length, now suddenly pans.
ing aud laying her wreath on her knee,
seeming not So much 10 think rs dream, with
an expression in her deep blue eye that was
penslve and yet too clear aud serene for sad
less, and now again, shaking back from her
face the Profusion Of bright hair, which in
hue was
Like the waterfall, lcaftnged with brown,
And lit with the sunrise,
while roguish smile, Weakened by some
hayward fancy, fitted across her face, you
would have said that her heart was dwell.
ing-place for nothing but Joy.
| AT length, III answer TO a bird in the
branches above her head, she sang
Gaze round thee and listen sweet spring is return.
ing
A chorus of welcome bursts forth from each
With offerings of flowers, Sec the fruit trees are
| bending
While shiny young leaves with freshening life
play.
The tint the cheek Of the howeret is deepening.
The hoartrnst has HE'D TO his cavern away
A life-giving impulse all Nature is moving,
! AS thrills in her bosom the spring loving ray
Down the mount to the valley, the brooklet CONS
dancing,
And gaily il sings to each flower on its way,
While deep in the wood sits the nightingale singing,
Where, through the close leaves, peeps the s,ii
light Of day.
Der Nature new gories the sunbeams are strean.
All sisterly graces the gardens display,
And thousands Of blossoms their tinis are conmina.
ling,
Whose young dewy dyes spread the rainbow al.
ray.
AS the last murmur of her song died away
IN the air, she placed the last wild hone, y
sucke in her wreath. Her work was cou-
pleted. She sat for some moments gazing
earnestly down The path that led TO the vii
age, until her attention was suddenly draw,
TO the opposite direction by the sound of ap-
preaching footsteps. She had scarce Y
sprung to her feet when a youth in hu,t-
ing dress, clearing the head of the spring at
bound, deposited his gun and game at Ter
side, excaiming-
"Ah Lncy, dear, ! thought you would
be here So have come round by the
mountain path, to bring you some of your
favorite flowers, these wild vioets aud blood
root blossoms"
Thanks, Charles. Now, if you had
brought them before | had finished Daisy
wreath, how beautifully the blue yioets
would have contrasled with the white thorn
and wild honeysuckle"
"Ah Lucy, what a serious misfortune
But they shall have the higher honor of be-
ing worn by Dalsy's mistress, my own pet,
Lucy" said the youth, laughing as he twined
them in her hair.
Lucy" said he, suddenly pausing from
his graceful employment, "do you remem-
Der the day when you and little Alice Gran
ger, in spite of aunt Esther's commands, ran
away and followed me 10 Green's Pond 10
see father and Mr.. Granger wash sheepl"
"And what duckng got, as Alice tunl-
bled over me in our haste TO escape from
the big watersnake that lay asleep on the
rock aud how you dragged me out, and
wrapped me in your jacket, and carried me
home and the doses Of motherwort tea aunt
Esther forced me to swallow? Oh! yes
remember it all. have detested the very
sight of motherwort ever since.
"Ah little Alice !" said Charles, II won
der if she is as happy at the far west, as she
was in those days when her brother Fred
and drew you aud her back and forth to
school, oil our sleds."
eyes, and turned us over into the snow
drifts. why don't you add 2" said the laugh
ing girl. but come, Daisy, you and must
go home, or aunt Esther will rally the neigh
borhood to seek u.s."
"Stay one moment, Lucy;" said the
young man, while his face expressed the
working ofsome painful emotion. "Stay
one moment. This talk of our school days
has well nigh made me forget that we are not
children. You know that my mothers death
has left me almost isolated in the world
My stepfaiher is a kind, well meaning man,
but he cannot understand me. He cannot
appreciate my plans, and thinks it folly for
me to pursue my studies Besides, if
he were willing to aid me, he has a large
family of his own children TO care for
There is brother of my mother who is
merchant in Cincinnati. He went there
many years ago, and has recently writ
ten for inc to come TO him. Mr.. Clayton,
who has always been kind to me, aud has
advanced me in my studies by every means
in his power, advises me to GO. But il pains
me, Lucy, to leave place associated with so
many remembrances-th place ofmy moth
er's grave. And you, Lucy, you will not
forget mel"
"Charles Charles p was the answer, and
those deep eyes filled with tears.
Forgive me if | have panied you. Lucy"
he continued Whnf il Is so sad 10 he alamo