The Columbian fountain., 1846-09-11

land left his Julie, to meet her no more for
ever, until other fetters had wound their
folds around her, which forbade his sp-
proach.
She reigned the queen of several seasons;
and all did homage to her beauty and her
merit. The gifted sons Of heavenly genius
laid their heart-born offerings at her feet
the wealth that had been hugged like the
SOUPS phantom to mans insensate breast
was lavishly poured out to crafty her
tastes; the knees of all were bowed
before her; but she needed not their VOWS;
the words of Rupert were ringing above
them all, and she heard but his voice; and
when they knelt, the loved phantom of the
absent Rupert dropped like tapestried veil
before her, and shut them from her sight,
SO that she saw but him. --But there
was one to her particularly odious, for his
intellect was weak, and his constant smile
inane; but Arthur Faulkner was reputed
wealthy-was engaged in lucrative busi-
ness-was very moral, and very good ma
tured (as all fools are, and he loved her
courted her--was rejected--again with the
like result--a third time, and she burst in
to tears Poor fool he took them for
tears of JOY Friends had ere this tthird
time filled her ears with his praise; and
one, who possessed over her more influ-
ence than all the rest, plead his cause
pointed out the advantages ofthe match,
and spoke those words which forced her
consent. A third time, and she yielded.
The wedding day was appointed.
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| 'Tis students room The shelves OF
books, the furniture, tell Of the Students
There are forms bending over the Students
couch, and deep breathing tells of anxiety.
All else is still The pale beams of the
moon, like the skeleton fingers of an inva-
lid, beam on the couch, and reveal the rigid
form Of Rupert Garland. His face is livid
his teeth are clenched-his lips are
crowned with the foam Of madness. He
opens his eyes-wild, like the distant flash
in the bosom Of the murky cloud-hi.
cleaning eyes roll round. With wile
howl, he springs out Of bed.- The read,
friends grapple with him. "Of ! off! De
tain me not The merry bells are ringing
and shall be too late to cave my Julie
Down down. ye busy fends, that gnav
into my heart. She is not false What
Julie false! My Julie? Away! ye shall
not hold me Pl tear your hearts out. Let
me begone!" Another convulsion seized
him, and terrible was the conflict. He
writhed like LAGOON in the folds of the
serpents; and his curses broke forth till it
made the heart sick to hear them. Then
would he call his "Julie,". land the tears
would trickie down his cheek; and on his
bended knee, with his hands clasped in
supplication, he would pour forth a prayer
to Julie, to pardon his harboring for ar
instant the suspicion of her truth /; and his
tone, SO piteous, brought many tears to the
eyes of those around him.
eff the love Of the heart is blight, it buddeth
not again;
If that pleasant song is forgotten, il is to be
learnt no more;
Yet often will thought look back and weep
over early reflection,
And the dim notes Of that pleasant song will
be heard as reciprocal spirit,
Moaning in Eolian strains over the desert OF
the heart,
When the hot sirroccos of the world have
withered lis one oasis"