Wisconsin herald, and Grant County advertiser. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1844-1845, 1845-01-11

playful wit, her carcssing looks and
manners, her pity for suffering showed.
BUTT was more than fancy and feel
ing that he wanted; it was sympathy
with himself that he looked for. The
virgin soul, when it did awake from its
pure and happy sleep, would it wake
for him. Would it chord with has?
Would
I" the same touch
Bid the same fountain how"
in both? Would the same airs OF heav-
en- that sometimes played over his, like
the south wind over an Eolian harp,
bearing on their wings the odors Of
celestial flowers. the tones of angel
voices, which he had loved "bcforc his
birth below" and filling his soul with
an intense ycarning for its holier home,
would they wakcn in hers, too, the
music Of hope and memory?
Violet had taken snowdrop from
its fellow-1ower in her bosom-and Civ
en- it to him, "with fitting blush"
and when another gentleman present
complained of her partially, instead Of
taking one from her own bouquet, she
stole yelloy rose from her mothers
and presented it to him. with IN arch
smile, which he thought very provok-
ing.
Now thcn-lct us watch thcm,whilc
the Bulbul, as dear Mrs. Child calls
him, is echoing the choral hymn of Ma
turc. That mans sou, like the ocean
shell. which has caught and kept, even
in exile, the mclodious murmur of the
water sweeping for ages through its
cell, must have learned and borne a.
way into this life, from the shores of e.
tcrnity, the music of its ever sounding
waves.
But let us return to the ladies. Ell
canor adjusts her ruby bracelet and
whispers with the exquisite beside her;
Blanche droops her graceful head upon
her hand, and closes hei cycs-she has
lovely long lashcs-in the most pictu-
rescue attitude she can think of. But
dear little Violet hceds neither brace
let nor beau. Her soul is awakened
by the magic-music of that wonderful
master of sound for the first time it
feels its immortal wings, and unfolds
them, in trcmulous and timid de-
light; and now it is up and away with
that of the Bulbul, soaring" singing
at the gate of Heavcn!' Her dark
eyes, full oftears, are reading the mus
ic in his; but her first impulse, when
he pauses, is to search, with one elo-
quent glance, for sympathy in those of
Stanton. The mutual look was the
keynote 10 the melody Love was play
ing in their hearts, and Edgar felt that
their whole beings harmonizcd with
each other.
"The Venus rose from out The deep
Ofihcse inspiring eyes,
CHAPTER
Sill art thou all which thou vert when child,
Only more holy. and only less wild! HerVey.
Violet, Blanche and Eleanor had each
a little boudoir attached TO her cham
Der, and the peculiar taste of each was
in no way more enthusiastically dis
PLAYED, than in the adornmcnt of these
pet rooms. Elenor's was gay and Gle
CANT; filled with n profussion Of the
richest bijouterie. mirrors, curtains Of
sea-green and gold, and sofas, ottomans
onI onsb;o,e 81 n r,rneoa uolvat Tho
romantic Blanche had chosen curtains
and furniture of the paleSt rose-colorcd
damask; covered the walls with senti-
mental second-rate pictures, and the
tables with flimsy ANIMALS and maya
zines. But Niolet's room was a little
fairy paradise. The full, ow-white
muslin drapery, gracefully shading the
windows, let in the sunbcams on the
rich carpet, on the exquisite miniature
groups Of sculpture in alabaster, the
classic vases filled with rare and deli
cate flowers, and the few richly bound
books of poetry, philosophy and TO-
nance which lay around. A figure of
Cupid in flight, bearing a watch on
his pinions. was the tasteful design of
a timcpiece, singularly in keeping with
the tone of the place, where Love must
have ever " lent wings to Time"
There were but three pictures, but
they were chief d'euvrcs of a master
in the art. One was the Virgin, ano-
Their lovely landscape, and the third
a sleeping child. On the marble man.
tel-self on either side of the time-piece,