American Republican and Baltimore daily clipper. [volume] (Baltimore, Md.) 1844-1846, 1845-08-18
From Hills New Hampshire Patriot, ]
LILY; or, THE BRIDE OF THE GRAVE.
BY yESETIA

yESETII.
"Thou'rt gone the dew-drop is swept from the
bOugh." HEMANs,
More like bright May morning than like
any thing of earth was Lily Ross, a little dain-
ty creature, Just skipping out of seventeen, with
a face of smile and sunlight. Not the bounding
Of the tame deer in the park was lighter than
her tootstep--not the deep blue of the spring
sky more clear than the heaven of her eye
not the delicate tinge of the blush rose more
fair than the hue of her cheek-not the voice
Of the south wind when it says, "Summer is
born" more sweet than the grlish music of
Lily Ross, as she came with dance and a
song, from the hall to the garden on her bridal
morning
So must have thought the fond father who
looked from the open window after his beaut-
ful child and so must have thought the grace
fol, fne-looking youth who sprang from his
hali-reclining posture by clump Of hawthorns
u meet her.
"You are saucy, cousin Hugh! There, do let
me go!" she exclaimed, with the faint pink
d,cpeuinr on her cheek till red rose would
have been its meet emblcm--as though there
was any harm in the kiss he stole from her lip,
while he held her, qulvering like a frightened
bird in his arms-for he was her cousin and in
an hour would be her husband. Tears, either
Of Measure or vexation came fast to her eyes,
and when she raised her head from the bosom
where she had hidden her burning bushes,
they were glistcnng like dew-drop in the
violet's cup.
GLOW shall like to have just such glance
beam on me all my life;" she said in her simple,
pretty way, as she met the deep earnestness OF
the dark eyes that never had such meaning for
any other.
land so you shall, dear Lily-there, now
you may go, for in an hour you will be all my
own"
Sweet Lily! she laughed, and bushed, and
pressed his hand to her lips, and darted away.
No wonder she was half-wid with sorrow and
delirht-sad and sorry, because that was the
last day she would spend in her own old home;
glad and happy, because Hugh 1remminghan
loved her so dearly that of all the fair beings III
the world he had chosen her and given her a
home in his heart. She had affection enough
one would have thought, in the dear father and
mother and the little brothers aud sisters who
idolzed her, but there was something more pre-
cious to her in the love which was all her own
Chow lovely she is!'' exclaimed Hugh, peer.
inc through the parted branches of peach-tree
iii the last futter Of her white dress had disap
peafed from view
as he came down the steps: ''she is my bes
treasure. Hugh good daughter, and she will
he n rood wife. We shall miss her, but you
must cherish her as we have done remember
that the dear girl has lived all her short life the
very idol of fond hearts, and needs love ano
kind words as much as the paIched flower
needs the dew drop. Poor little Lily she be-
lieyes every beng in this world as pure as hel
own pure SELF she ought not to leave this qule
country dwelling for a city home but she pre-
tsrs YOU to all of US. How we shat miss her
but III trust her to you: take her, Hugh, ano
God bless you and her!" and in spite OF hlnl
self the good father could not speak two SEN
fences without sob.
Meanwhile Lily visited the little rll by the
wall where she had played in her childhood
and stood there thinking OF past days TIL thu
tears dropped one by one into the water; thei
she peeped over the pen to look at the pet rab
bits, and talked to them as reasonably as though
thew could understand every word she spoke
finally she took parting look at the Howe
Mats which had been her care, and bounded
through the garden door, to tell the young bro
theirs and sisters for the itieth time, to waite
the lilies and take good care OF them Tor he
sake.
Chow wish there was no such thlhg a
parting, mother; how dreadful 1t VIII DC 70 Sd
farewell to home and all, and know that neVe
shall be with you so much again, though +. mug
will come often, know he will But vii, no
think of it now" so Lily brushed her han
across her eyes and smiled on the wonderln
group, who weps because she seemed unhappy
"Now, mother, Just one thing more" sl
said as the mothers careful fingers Topped u
the sleeve Of her dress with pale blue ribbon
. and adjusted the curs that had become dsa
ranged in the run through the shrnbbery :
must have one Goluer-one ofthose blue violet
that bloom so late, you know, in the dell
the brook Don't say no, mother, for haven
another wish in the world. 1t will be SO low
Iy by the side of this bud" she added, touchir