American Republican and Baltimore daily clipper. [volume] (Baltimore, Md.) 1844-1846, 1845-07-19


lowing thrilling adventure related in a late
number of the New York Weekly Messenger
but whether it is from the pen of Major
Noah or not s more than we can say Read
and weep:
passed up the natural avenue and came up
on the green. My feelings were very poetcaI
as walked slowly towards the village church.
| entered, A popular preacher was holding
forth, and the little meeting house was much
crowded. Several persons were standing up.
and soon discovered that must retain nv
perpendicular position, as every seat was crowd
ed |, however, passed up the aisle until |
had gained Il position where could have fair
view Of the faces of nearly all present. Many
of the congregation looked curiously at me, for
was a stranger TO them all. In few mo-
ments, however, the attention of every person
appeared TO be absorbed in the ambassador OF
grace, and also began to take an interest in
the DISCOURSE The speaker was fluent, and
many of his flights were even sublime. The
music Of the woods and the fragrance of the
heath seemed 10 respond to his eoquence.
Then it was no great stretch Of the imagna-
ton to fancy that the white-handed creatures
around me, with their poutiag lips and artless
innocence, were beings of higher sphere
As my feelings were thus divided between
the beauties and blessings of the two worlds,
and rapt in sort of poetical devotion, de-
tected some gances at me of an animated
character.
need not describe the sensations experience
cd by youth when the eyes of a beautiful wo-
man rest for a length of time upon his coun-
tenance, and when he magines himself to be
an object of interest to her | returned her
glances with interest, and threw all the tender
ness into my eyes which the scene, my medi-
tations, and the preachers discourse had in
spired in my heart, doubling not the fair young
damsel possessed kindred feelings with myself
that we were drinking together at the
fountain of inspiration. How could it be 9TH
erWise?
She had been born and nurtured amidst these
wild and romantic scenes and was made up OF
romance, of poetry and tenderness; and then
thought of the purity of womans love--h her de-
votion-her truth. only prayed that might
enjoy sweet interchange of sentiment. Her
glances continued. Several times our eyes met.
My heart ached with rapture. At leugth the
bencdiction was pronounced | fingered about
the premises until saw the dark. eyed damsel
set out for home, alone and Oh foot. Oh, that
the customs ofsociety would permit; for we are
surely one in soul Cruel formalty! that throws
up barrier between hearts made for each 9th
er! Yet followed her. She looked behind
and thought she evnced some emotion at re-
cognizing me as the stranger of the day.
then quickened my pace, and she actually
slackened hers, as if to let me come up with
her.
"Noble young creature!" thought Il cher art.
less and warm heart is superior to the bonds oil
custom!''
reached within stones throw of her. She
suddenly halted, and turned her face towards
me. My heart sweled to bursting. reached
the spot where she stood. She began to speak,
and | took off my hat, as if doing reverence to
an angel.
care you pedlar?"
"No, my dear girl; that is not my occupa-
ton"
"Well, don't know" continued she, not
very bashfully, and cycling me very sternly-
81 thought when saw you in the meeting
house, that you looked like the pedlar who
passed off pewter haledoar OH me, about
three weeks ago, and so was determined to
keep an eye on you. Brother John has got
home now, and he says if he catches the Teller
he'll ring his neck for him; and amt sure but
you're the good-for-nothing rascal after ALL"
Reader, Gid you ever take shower-bath?