Portage sentinel. [volume] (Ravenna, Ohio) 1845-1854, 1845-06-12
From the Ladies' Garland.
The Forgotten Vow.
BY MISS JULIA NEWMAN.

The farewell beam of the setting sun
stole family across the tops.of the dis
tant hills, imparting a flurid hue to the
dusky pasture lands, where hundreds
of sheep were stealing away from the
cool retreat, whittier they had resorted
to screen themselves from the burning
glare Of the MONDAY sun. Silvry clouds
were playing over the oriental skies,
collecting in one solid mass, forming
fantastic shapes, and anon darling a.
long the horizon with accelerated yelo-
city, until the hazy distance intervened
and excluded them from our gaze. The
sweet forest bird was chaunting her
last requium over the departing day.
Her notes were peculiarly sweet and
plaintive. Artless and simple was her
song, yet so replete with pa,hos that it
communicated to my mind pleasure
which art ever fails to do. Cool breez-
es passed stealthily by, bearing upon
their wings rich perfume gathered from
the floral tribe which decked the sur
rounding gardens, or the fragrant hon
eysuckIe that adorned the lattice Of
the Swiss cottager. The Ginning Of
the "vesper bell'' brought sweet music
TO the ear, as it reverberated its well
known "ding, dong, dong,' from theifar
distant village spire. which reflected
back the suns last ray, then suddenly
disappeared in the dusky twilight. Ma
ture, in all her varied aspects, seemed
combined to render it3one of the most
favored scenes in memory's eye orna-
ture's book. f'+@7t' s41l,f Y
1t was at such an hour, and surround
ed by such circumstances. that George
Ellis and Eugenia May left the center
of Lausanne-the beautiful capitol of
tie canton of Vaud-to rambIe about
its suberbs. and scan the beautiful scene
ry and romantic landscape that might
be deserted from the vine clad hills that
skirled the pretty lake Genava. Euge-
MIA was Child Of song; poetry, botany,
and music were her favorite studies
Her fine eye beamed intelligence, not
easily mistaken, and the bright sunny
smiles that played Ohough oft through
tears) over her finely chisselled fea>
lures. made up for any deficiency the
most acute physiognomist might detect.
She was, at the time Of which we are
just now speaking, particularly inter-
,es,ing and beautiful. Thetemperature
of the atmosphere flushed her check
with the rosy hue Of health, the shade
of which was heightened by blush
that stole overher entire face as George
playfully twined an evergreen amid the
protusion Of golden ringlets that danced
over her intellectual brow. I'll
"Why, George" said she, after mo-
ment's pensve thought, occasioned by
a sentence that mournfuIly fell from the
lips Of George, bu, which we did not
understand-"why must You gol Why
leave Lusannel 1t will be SO lonely
here when you are away, l shall be so
oh, so very unhappy"
"Dearest Eugenia," he replied, .shon-
or and fame cali me away; must go;
but six short months, and I'll return
you shall then ever be nine"
A sigh alone broke the silence that
followed. Eugenia felt that IL would
be long, long six months. and SO
did George; but he wished to dispel The
gloom he saw gathering oyerihe mind
Of Eugenia.S
A few days elapsed. The last fond
kiss had been imprinted upon the mar
BILE cheek Of Eugenia; q slight pressure
Of the hand had been given, and the
sadeening, farewell He walked the
fashionable streets lef Paris, the courted
the admired. He graced The spIen-
did saloons of the mobiles Of The king.