Ypsilanti sentinel. [volume] (Ypsilanti, Washtenaw Co., Mich.) 1843-1900, 1845-06-25


In such night
Stood Dido with willow 10 her hand.
Upon the wild sea banks, and waved her love
To como again to Carthage
The open window by which we sat looked out
upon garden stored with prolusion of rich and
rare flowers, from which there exhaled, and rose
around us, delicious fragrance, forming fit at.
mosphere for such scene. The time, the silence
the scenery, every thing was appropriate; and she.
the beautiful, the almost unearhIy, seemed by in
tuition to understand my thoughts and intentions,
as with head bent down she gazed earnestly land
with slight blush upon the fair cheeks around
which her auburn curls were piaying,) upon a
moss rose which she was earnestly engaged in
pulling TO pieces. was employed in the equally
serious occupation of opening aud shutting small
fancy snuff box which held in my hand.
Aus! where now was the NapolItan or Alex
andrlan courage that had inspired me! felt my
valor oozng out of The palms of my hands. But
at length, summoning resolution, like man upon
the scaffoid who wishes to die with a, least SEEM
ing forlilude 10 use more forcibe illustration
gathered together and concentrating, as il were.
all the energies of my mind, after the manner of
one about to submit to that most inhuman of all
earthly fortunes, the extraction of tooth; say,
WIN sum tuiSs IdScu NY eyes I'D tIlOSc
of Isabella, and 10 The language of my prepared
speech said, Miss Adams!'
The uncertainty and startling emphasis with
which this rather formal commencement was de-
livered, seriously frightened both parties The
rose dropped from her fingers, the box from mine;
and was only able 10 follow up this exnrdium
with some common place remarks about the beau
~ of The evening, after which we reapsed into our
former silence.
Gathering however. energy from the defeat /
made, after slight pause, second attempt:
Miss Adams,' said in slow, solemn, sepul-
allow ME TO offer you-lo offer you'd
pinch Of snuff?
with pleasure, SIR replied soft sweet voice,
which IN contrast with my own, sounded like a
strain of soft music following up the rumbngs of
an earthquake. 1 fell nv ewes siarlin1 fran INV
head. L teH that the veins on my forehead were
swollen like the streams of spring. l felt the
red blood mantliHg over face, brow and neck. /
heard the loud beating of my heart; and in an ag-
ony of both bodily and mental pain, TO which the
rack, the wheel, and the gibbet, were paradise,
rushed from the room, hurried to my home. enter
ed my own chamber; locked, doubly ,rebly, lock-
ed my door, lest any one should observe my shame
and vented my spleen in idle imprecatons ON my
own stupidity.
An hours walk across my chamber served,
however, to calm my spirits; and with compos-
are that seemed really supernatural. compared
with my receut violent agitation, sa: down and
wrote I:
DEAR IsABELLA-Take pity on an unhappy
youth, who is too deeply in love with you ut.
ter two consecutive words in your presence.
am miserable ill hear from you.'
This note was Immediately despatched, and in
half an hour was The happiest man in the uni
verse. My Isabella proved pattern of excel
Ience-I was never offended with her but once,
and then she dspelled my wrath, by asking me in
a mock serious tone Of voice; will you-wiIl
you-wiII you-allow me to offer you--a pinch
of snuff