The voice of freedom. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1839-1848, 1845-05-01

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In the light air waves the willow,
Every thing of moving kind
Varies with the veering wind
What have to do with thee,
Dull, uujoyous constancy7"
JOANNA BAILprS.
"Up thy charmed amor don,
Thou'it need it ere the night BIO gomez
DRAKE.
Dulce, will you go to the masquer-
sde ball to night1' said to my lesser
half on bright evening during the gay
est part Of the carnival season.
mo, my amor, answered She's am
i'll this evening: don't go out to night but
stay by my side, aud let your cheering
presence save Doctors fee.
MADAME, You know that had made
up my mind to 60 out in my new cabel,
lero's dress; you are not very i'll; aud /
shall be dull company for you, if disa1-
pointment holds berth ia my mind. -
You had better consent to my going; I
will return early
DO rs you please, Sir she respond.
ed, poutingly; but if you neglect me
thus in the first year Of our marriage,
how snail be treated when Times
shadow shall darken my brow and dim
the light of my eyes; when my spirits
shall droop and my beauty fade before
the wintry fros,s Of age?
10 shorten my yarn, reader, rugged
myself and went TO the bali, my heart
beating conscience tattoo against its
casing all the way: for we'll marked the
soft reproach which my wile's full dark
eye spoke when | left her side.
Having arrived at TIE ball room, I
mingled with the gay maskers, listened
to the music, and in the sparkling wine
glass sought for excite ment; yet that
perpetual drum stick Of conscience kept
humping against the parchment head Of
reflection, and could not feel happy
Dressed as attractively as possible.
sought and danced with the fairest maid
ems in the throng; yet still, Thoughts,
that netlle in life's garden, kept Joy in
distant ofing, and Pleasure far in my
wake.
was about o give up The chase for
enjoyment, and had dutifuIly made up
my mind to return homo and moor my
self alongside ofmy little wife, when a
fair hand was laid gently upon my arm,
and a tremulous, musical voice asked
me. in a whisper, to retire little from
the crowd. The hand was delicate, and
seemed smaller even than my wife's;
and the taper fingers were encircled by
rings OF rare value, such as could only
be worn by the rich and The titled. The
lady was closely yelled in black: vet
caught one glimpse ofeye light through
the thick Grape. In the blackness Of a
night storm | have seen the clouds for
moment open and permit star TO glance
with supernatural brightness down on
the ag,tated ocean; and even so fell that
glance on me. The voice was of those
which, when it falls upon the ear, vi
brates along every nerve until it reaches
the heart strings, where it echoes and
re echoes,till Memory catches the tune
and too truly for it ever to pass from
her grasp.
followed the strangers invitation;
and as gazed on the fairy form which
fitted before me, forgot my little nva,
lid at home. The mask was but little
if any larger than my wife; yet there was
fitness and elegance Of figure, grace
and voluptuousness Of motion in the for.
mer, which had never observed in the
latter. My wife had beautifully soft ,glos-
sy curls Of jet, but they could never
compare with the black tresses Of twin
ing silk, which hung nearly to the feet of
my strange charmer. When we had got
clear of the throng, she again spoke:
Are you gentleman ZONE on whom
a lady may in all honor depends?
answered, that to the best of nv
knowledge and belief was, and thought
might be depended upon.
'Would you risk your own life, or de.
stroy that of another, for a lady, il her
honor required, and her love would re-
ward the aci2'
'For one SO fair, so angelic as your.
self, would risk more than ite!'
A shudder seemed to pass through her
form; her little feet STAN ped the ;esselat-
ed floor impatiently; her fingers were
clasped together until they were blood
less, as she continued:
slave you ever loved?'
Imay have felt school bows pss.
sion,' replied, with assumed indi!fer.
ence.
Then you are not marriedY
Il have BEEN was my reply. Even
80 deceitinl is man; even so is woman
often lost for while he pours forth his
fiattering tale, she listens; listening, she
loves -loving,s she is lost.
Again she showed marks Of impati-
ence and excitement, as ifs some great
trouble rested on her mind, This press.
ed her to reveal to me, offering every