The Arkansas banner., 1845-12-31
thought was to pull aside the curtains and

thought was 10 pull aside the curtains and behold my treasure on the table
 Time glided on in this state of blissful un certainty, ,and bright visions f1oated before me. colouring all the aspects of external nature. In the afternoon I weHt out 10 take sketches of the most beautiful spots around us, and wonder not that laboured with assiduity and success, when the object of my exer- ions was 10 place them before the eyes of Anna Singleton. Sometimes, while sitting she would come and overlook me. In bend- 1 ing forwards, her ringlets sometimes touch ed my cheek; our fingers also sometimes casually met Oh heavens dare not at tempt in words to embody my feelings at such moments
 It is in vain 10 conceal love; and when we think our passion secret us the grave, 1t IS a riddle long beforf solved by the penetra- ting around us. The shrinking delicacy of my natural disposition rendered my passion, however, less easily perceptible to common observers; and, for considerable time, be- ieve it 'sa book sealed' even to Anna Sin geton herself My il-concealed agtations my embarrassed absence of mlnd-my Eai-stifled hreathings--my stolen and some- times detected glances, could not. however, be long misunderstood. ] perceived that she began to watch my motions narrowly,. and that, when our eyes met, hers were not withdrawn more hurriedly or more confused ly than mne perceived, for love IS lynx eyed, that she was partial to my company; or, at all events, that my presence was not disagreeable pereeiyed-oh thrice hap py the youth in my situation who beholds ,,Nfb perceived that her interest in me daily in- creased-that our hearts were drawing near CT together-that, ill short, our love was mu- tual.
 Long, however, was this consciousness of reciprocal affection allowed to remain with out tongue--a secret unrevealed and silent "a sharp sword hid in the scabbard--a lightning flash pent in the cloud. But we were happy, thrice happy in the intensity of our mutual feelings, and being bles, in the company of each other, thousand trning pretexts served to bring us a thousand times together.
 Months passed over in this deep and de- liclous consciousness of reciprocal love, with out the smallest approach to declaration, so subdued were our young hearts by tho ec- stasy and by the delicacy of our situation. When looked in the eyes of Anna Singleton, so bright and so withdrawing, so affection ate and yet so coy, my delighted spirit told me that could not be mslrken. Yet at times dash of bloom uncertainty over clouded my prospects. and for n while could deem myself the dope of my own enthusiastic passions: but with brighter cir eumsances my bnoyant hopes revived with i'll me, and the very idea of uncestainty os such a theme was in itself painfully rap- turous feeling.
 The desert cf existence has lts--cares-ts few sunny verdant spots, with their green trees and swelling waters; and the antumnal afternoon that witnessed the disclosure of a passion so long silently treasured up was one of these. As my hand writes, how lhrillingl y the past awakens, even yet 1 see the mighty sun setting in glory behind the hills, and listen 10 the blackbirds, singing from the old grove.
 (Io De contiaued.)