Wisconsin herald, and Grant County advertiser. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1844-1845, 1845-01-11
CHAPTER L.

CHAPTER I.
There bloomed beside thee forms as fair,
There murmured tones as sweet;
But round thee breaihed tn enchanted air,
Twas life and death TO meet!
And henceforth thou alone vert fair.
And though the stars had sung 70: joy.
Thy whisper only sweet. Bul'oer.
Precious reader! please shut your
ewes and dream that you are with me
at one of Ole Bulls's concerts. lwant
YOU to mark those three diStingue Il
am so tired of that convenient word
girls on the front scat-Niolet, Blan-
che and Eleanor Elwell; because that
Notwithstanding young man behind
them has rested the decision Of an i'm
portant question upon the manner in
which they meet this mclodious mira
Gle. They are all lovely, graceful and
intelligent but Edgar Stanton is in
search of soul, and he trcmbles lest
his choice should fall npon some beau
tilul temple, destitute of the divinity
within.
This very morning, they have all be-
traycd their preference for him, and
each in different and characteristic
manner.
Blanche, tie romantic, capricious,
pefucnt, but beautiful Blanchc--she
with the long gypsy curls and white
shoudcrs-sung with her sweet, fall
tcring voice.
Go! let me pray,
Pray to forget thee.
Wo worth the day,
Dear one, met thee!
Ever I'll then,
Careless and free, 1--we,
Never again,
Thus shall be, love.
Calm in my soul.
Love had been dreaming,
Yelled visions stole,
Light round him cleaning.
One smile alone.
Ger his rest glancing,
One only tone,
Low aud enhancing
Soft. through tina, sleep.
Thine the voice breaking,
Long shall weep.
Weep his awaking.
Weep for the day,
When first met thee,
Then let me pray.
Pray to forge, thee!
Elcanor-stately and statue like
she with the classic head, the cold,
bright eyes and exquisitcly chiseled
mouth--askc,l which he thought most
becoming, the blue or the white cash
mere, which had been sent home for
her inspection, and on his expressing a
preference for the white, had calmly
arranged its rich folds around her Juno
form and requested his attendance in
walk.
But the prcttiest and most graceful
little token of interest had been given
him by Violet-the child Violet-thc
simple, earnest, sensitive. aficctionatc
girl, who seemed to look up to him
with the trustful and truthful tender
ness ola younger sister, who confdcd
TO him all her gay and all her sorrowful
emotions who asked his advice about
her studies, and made him tell her fairy
tales, listened when he read--as if the
harPs of Heaven were playing to her
and who would sit sometimes for
hours on little cushion at his feet mo-
tionless, almost breathless, with-what3
Could it be lovel
But Violet was so wild, so shy,when
he tried to sound the depths of her
heart. that he could not fathom it
He could not tell if she had a soul, that
would answer his, or if she were MGR
ely pretty, thoughtless, loving child.
Ii she had one, where was the key to
It! Time would show. and he would
wait and watch. Now and then fash
from her dark purple eyes, like sum-
mer lightning through a cloud. told that
he spirit, which had slumbered since
d LETT its divine home, dreaming beau
LA dreams and was near its waking.
hat she had fancy and feeling her