Vermont watchman and State journal. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1836-1883, 1845-03-28
MISCELLANEOUS.
THE LOVERS LAST VISIT.
BY Professor WILSON, EDITOR OF BLAcKwoop's
MAGAZINE.

II l4ON EN- = Las l. VISIT.
BY PROFESSOR WILSON, EDITOR OF BLACKwoop'
MAGAZINE.
The window of the lohely cottage of Hilton wo
beamlng far above the highest birch wood seenin,
to travellers at distance in the lonu valley beloy
who knew II not to be star in the skv A brirh
fire was in the kitchen of that small tenement tb
noor was washed, swept, and sanded. and not ;
lootstep had marked It's perfect neatness n smol
table was covered near the nge. with a snow whit,
cloth, on which was placed frugal evening" meal
and, IN happy but pensve mood, sat there all alon,
the Woodcutters only daughter cumely and ren
ue creature II not DoautuI such an one as diff
fuses pleasure round her in the bayfield, and seren
y over the seat In which she sits attentyely on the
Sabbath listening 10 the Word of God, or ioinjno
WIN mellow voice IN his praise and worship. OR
TINS night, she expected visit from her lover that
they might fix their marriage day, and her poren,s
satisfied and happy that their child was about TO be
welded to respectable shepherd had gone to pay
visit to their nearest neighbor in the Glen.
A feeble and hesitatng knock was heard at the
door, not like the glad and joyful touch of lovers
hand! and, cautiously opening it, Mary Robinson
pehe'd female hgure wrapt IN a cloak, with her
lace concealed in ii black bonnet The STRANGER.
whoever she might be, seemed wearied and worn
out and her feet bore witness to a long davis trav
ell across the marshy mountains. Although she
could scarcely hell considering her an unwelcome
sweetness of dsposition-too much humanity not
to request her to step forward into the hut: for il
seemed as If the wearied woman had lost her wav.
ana mad come toward the shining window to be pu,
night upon her journey into the low country.
The stranger took off her bonnet on reaching the
fire; and Mary Robinson beheld the face of one
whom, in youth, she had tenderly loved although
for some years past the distance at which they ly
ed from each other had kept them from meeting.
and only letter or two written in their snpIe
way, had given them few notices of each others
existence. And now Mary had opportunity. in the
hrst speechess gaze Of recognition TO mark the nj
tered face of her friend, and her heart was touch
ed with an ignorant compassion. "For mercy's
sake SIT down, Sarah and tell me what evil has
9eialIen you; for you are as white as a ghost
Fear not to confide any thing to nv bosom we
have herded sheep together on the lonesome braos
we have stripped the bark together in the more
lonesome woods we have played, laughed, sung.
danced together:-we have talked merriIy and cal
~, ont lnnocenly enough surely of sweethearts to-
gether and Sarah, graver thoughts, too, have we
shared, Tor, when your poor brother died away like
frosted flower, wept as if had been his sister
nor can ever be so happy in this world as to for
get him. Tell me, my friend, why are YOU here :?
and why is your sweet face ghastly:5
The heart of this unexpected vlsiter died within
her at these kind and afectionate injuries For
she had come on an errand that was likely to dash
the Joy from that happy countenance. Her heart
npbralded her with the meanness of the purpose
Tor which she had paid the visit but that was only
a passing thought: for was she, innocent and free
from sin, to submit, not only to desertion. but 20
disgrace, and not trust herself and her wronrs and
hopes OF redress to her whom she loved as sister.
ana whose generous nature she well knew not even
love, the changer OF so many things could change
u"eHy thougll, indeed, 1t might render it colder
than OF old to the anguish of a female friend
On Mary, must speak,-yet must my words
make mar you greve lar less for me than yoursef-
NIe ne 'hGt AMI bring evil tidings into the
dwelling of my dearest friend These ribands-
they are worn for his sake--they become well. rs
he thinks, the auburn of your bonnv hair;-that
biue gown is worn to night because he likes il .
out, Mary, VIII you curse me to my face, when
declare before the God that made us. that the man
Is pledged unto Inc by all that is sacred between
mortal creatures and that have here in nv DO
som written promises and oaths of love from him.
VINO, was this morning told is in a few DAVIS TO be
thy husband. Turn me out of the Int now if Won
choose, and let me, If you choose, die of hunger
ana fatigue, IN the woods where we have so ofion
walked together for such death would be mercy
10 me IN comparison with your marriage with him
VINO IS Inine Tor ever, If there be God who heeds
the oaths of the creatures he has made"
Mary Robinson had led happy life but a life
OF quiet thoughts, tranquil hopes and meek desires
Tendery and truly did she love the man to whom
she was now betrothed; but it was because she
thought him gentle manly, upright, sincere. and
one that feared God. His character was unlnlneach
ed,-to her his behavior had always been fond. af.
tectionote, and respectful that he was fine look.
ing man, and could show himself among the best
OF the country round at church, and market, and
lalr,day' she saw and felt with pleasure and with
PRIDE: But in the heart of this poor, humble, CON
tented ana pons girl, love was not a violent pas
sion, but an affection sweet and nrofound She
looked forward to her marriage with sedoteness
knowing that she would have to toll for her family
# blest with children; but happy in the lhought Of
Keeping her husbands house ciean-of nrenaring
his frugal meals, and welcoming him when weari.
ed at night to her faithful, and afectionate, and
O. AT hrst, perhaps, slight flush of anger towards
Sarah tnged her cheek then followed in on;oS
succession, Or all blended together in one sicken.