The Ripley advertiser. [volume] (Ripley, Miss.) 1843-1897, 1845-01-11

ny the nre -lignt 10 watch. IL rs an awful thing,
my dears, TO SIT up 50 late, as still AS death, no,
daring to speak, turning your eyes from tie
clock to the door, AID from the door to the clock,
counting The MINUTES and looking for spirit ill
he comes. There we sat, getting paler and
paer as The hand Of the cock goi nearer and
nearer 10 twelve /, was i very clustering
night just Ike this, the doors aud windows
creaklng with The wind. Al length he clock
struck. started al The door; | saw 1t move
then slowly open, thea mans hand, then his
arm, and then h s wfele figure should have
screamed, but was atralo; so stared with all
nv eyes, Tor | could no, tep it, The spirit
locked at me very pleasantly. IL. had on
blue coat and yellow buttons, and very smart,
fill n his SHIRT, with collar and handkerchief
as siff as starch could make them. After q
minute or two smiling again at me, he went out
the door, which closed after him, Vel, for
many weeks could make nothing Of 4; had
never seen any thing like the man, and ] be
gan to fancy that All iaIlows Eve was no more
than any other eve after all But soon found
out that 1t was worth ell the other evenings ot
the year put together; and will tell you how |
found IT cut. One Sunday, before the close OF
the year, | ard two of the girls that watched
with me went 70 chapel. ! happened to look al
the ..Hali' pew, and there saw the very man
looking A. pleasantly az me "a on All Htliows
Eve The family at the "HaIl' happened to
bcing down new batter, and he was the man
He Wenl out Of chapel first, ami when came
out found him waiting outside, and he began Il
talk to ne at once quite natural
NV lat, without being lntroducedr nierruD
ted the iootnan 'Ay, TO be sure; and what's
more, before that day three months we wers
lian and wife: and there never was happier
couple. We lived together nigh sky years;
and he has been dead, poor man, five years
come next January; and all that s,ory's as true
IS sit here, and NOBODY knows 1t better than
myself" Vale Of the Towera
I he following piece appeared originally IN
an Ayre newspaper. II Is The composition Of =
young, woman, named Parker, Of Irish BIRTH
who lives IN that town. in humble but respecta-
bic circumstances, Mss Parker has Ia ely at
tracted considerable local attention on account
Of her poetcal productions, OF which the presen,
is far specimen. IL refers to a real event,
the DISAPPOINTMENT of young. woman who went
10 Australia to be married to youth 70 whom
she had been engaged, but who, on her arriving
there neglected her, in consequence Of which
she was oblged "a reiurn home. -.
Yes, our last farewell is breaha1,
And we part, for ever par';
Avery tie is now unwreathcd
Waich had bound US heart to heart;
For two plainly discover
All is pertdy IN thcc;
Every dream cf joy is over,
Bot my heart, my heart is free.
Proudly is loves cincture broken,
Which encrced it too long;
Not f.r s'ghtul language spoken
But The deep, deep sense Of wrong.
| In my bosom's fond romanclng
How formed thee bright and pure;
Each fond vow my love enhancing
Brcahed, alas! but to allure.
Lows, when cold neglect assais it
When lis TOO severely tried,
Struggles long; hu what avaiIs it,
It must Weld at length to pride.
! All how how each contendmg passion
In nv tortured bosom s'rove;
Grief, and pride, and adoralon--
For twas deeper still than love.
All was agony and madness
In nv breast and in my brain
Then a calm and sulen sadness
Gave darker lirga topa'n.
Now this heart, once thine, thine only,
Nerves Itself with pride and scorn;
Though forsaken, sad, and lonely,
L, thy tardy vows can sprrn.
For the storm, Of griof are over,
And death like stlness reigns:
Yes, mistaken, heartless lover,
Love no longer now remains.
Love thee now! my soul would scorn it
Bend to woo thy fai,hless smile
Now accep, thy heart! I'd spurn il,
Though my own should burst the while.
For our last farewell is breathed,
And we part, for ever part
, Every tie is now apwreathed
Which had bound us heart 20 heat.