American Republican and Baltimore daily clipper. [volume] (Baltimore, Md.) 1844-1846, 1845-02-05
From the Columbian Magazine
LlZZY-A THRILLING STORY.
BY l.. MARIA CHILD.
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IN the mean time LiZzy was passing into wo-
manhood. Childhood and youth kissed each
Other with new and glowing beauty. Her de-
lCate checks mantled with richer color and
her deep blue eyes shaded with long fringes of
The deepest brown, looked out upon life with
more earnest and expressive longing. Plain
and scanty garments could not conceal the
graceful outline of her fexile figure, and her
motions were like those of some pretty timid
animal, that has always stepped to sylvan
sounds. She was not aware of her uncom-
mon loneliness, though she found it pleasant
to look IN the glass, and had sometimes heard
strangers say TO each other, 'See that pretty
girl"
There were no young men in the immediate
nelghborhood, and she had not been invited to
any Of the rustic dances or quilting frohcs.-
One bashful lad in the vicinity always con-
trived to drive his cows past the house where
she lived, and eagerly kept watch for glimpse
Of her as she went to the barn with her milk
ing pals. But, if she happened to pass near
enough to n d and smile, his cheeks grew red,
and his voice forsook him; and she could not
know or guess that he would lie awake long
tina: night, and dream of her smile, and re-
solve that some daS or other he would have
courage to tell her how handsome she was, and
how the sight of her made his heart throb.--
She die not yet know that she could love any
one better than she had loved Willie. She
had seen her darling brother but twice, during
Their three years of separations; but his image
was ever fresh and bright in her memory
When he came to see her, she felt completely
happy. While he gazed on her with delighted
eyes, her afiectionate nature was satisfied with
love- for it had not yet been revealed to her in
no Ula nf Vof in
sidiOus and unquiet power already began to
foreshadow itself in vague restlessness and ro-
mantle musings. For she was at an age,
"To feel want, yet scarce know what it is
To seek one nature that is always new,
Whose glance is warmer than anOther's kiss;
Such longing instinct fills the mighty scope
Vi the young heart with one mysterious hope.''7
At last, an important event occurred in Liz
zy's monotonous existence. A young girl in
the village was to be married, and she was i'll
vited to the quilting party. twas the first in
vitation Of the kind she had ever received, and
Of course it occupied her thoughts day and
night Could she have toreseen how this SIM
pie occurrence would affect her whole future
destiny, she would have pondered over it still
more deeply. The bridegroom brought a
friend with him to the party, handsome, dark
eyed young man, clerk of store i'll neighbour
ing town. Aware Of his personal attractions,
he dressed himself with peculiar care. Eliza
beth had never seen anything so elegant; and
the moment his eye glanced upon her, he de-
clded that he had never seen anything half so
beautiful. He devoted himself to her in man
ner sufficiently marked to excite envy; and
some of the rich farmers daughters made criti-
cal remarks about her dress, which they con-
cluded was passably genteel for girl that liv-
ed out at service. However, Lizzy was queen
of the evening, by virtue of NATURES own i'm
press of royalty. When the quilt was finish
ed, rompng games were introduced, according
to the fashion of the times; and the young men
took care that the forteits paid by the pretty
girls should generally involve kissing some of
their own number. Among the fOrfeits requr-
ed OF the dark-eyed stranger, he was ordered
TO beg on his knees for the identical little curl
that Willie had asked of his sister In the
midst of her mirthfulness, this brought sha-
dow over her countenanee and she could not
answer playully. However, this emotion pass
ed away with the moment, and she became the
gayest of the gay. Never before had she been
half so handsome, for never before ha1 she been
half so happy. The joyful consciousness of
pleasing everybody, and the attractive young
stranger in particular, made her eyes sparkle,
and her whole countenance absolutely radiant
with beauty. When the party were about to
bout placing her shawl, and begged permission
TO accompany her home. But little was sad
during this walk; yet enough to afford entrance
into both hearts for that insdous and unquiet
passion which tangles the web of human life
more than all the other sentiments and instincts
Of our mysterious being. At parting he took
her hand, to say good hight, but he continued
to hold 1t, and leaning against the gate they
both stood, for few moments, gazing at the
clear silyery orb of night. All, how different
the moon seemed to I4zzy now! Earth's spec
tral robe had changed to veil of glory. Her
bonnet had fallen back, and the evening breeze
played gently with her ringlets. In soft, insin-
uating tones, the young man said
"Will you not give INC that little curl ask
ed far?"
She blushed deeply, and answered, in her
child-like way-"l cannot give you that, be-
cause my mother used to kiss it 50 often"
''No wonder she kissed it," he replied; it
looks SO rcguish lying there on the pretty
check"
AND before she was aware of it, he had kiss
ed it too. Trembling and confused, she turned
to open the gate, but he held it fast until she
had promised that the next time he came she
would give him one of her curls
foor Lazy went to bed that night with ar
intoxicated heart. When she twisted her hail
ut the glass, next morning, she smiled and
blushed, as she twined the favorite ringlet more
carefully than ever. She was SO childishly
happy with her pretty little curl! The next