The Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1837-1867, 1846-03-07

but that of love. She yielded TO her fhther
because she loved him; but when stronger
love came to her heart she forgot her obedi-
ence to the first. Young Arthur Tinsley
smoothed back her hair, and told her how
dear was every golden thread TO him; press
ed her pretty hand between his own; looked
into her eyes until they grew dreamy MS his;
kissed the smile from her bright lip,and final
| ly unlocked fountain of delicious tears
which had till now slumbered deep down in
her nature. Who would not grow familiar
with tears must never love; who would not
| love must barter all the wealth of the meas
ureless depths ofthe human heart for the
bubble which dances on Its surface. The
bubble went from Nely's heart, the glitter
from her lip, and up gushing from the rich
depths below came fountain never more &c
he sealed, not even in eternity. Love made
the spirit ofNelly BLY, meek, but made it
strong too. So when the stubborn old far
mer told her that if she became the wife of
the beggarly artist Tinsley, his door should
be forever closed against her, she turned
and with touching, beautiful faith, added
her hand to her hearts gift. Whit holy
thing is that love, which closing the eyes up
on brilliant future, turns TO lowliness and
clouds,and whispers to the beloved one, "on-
" thee and Heaven!" know there are men
ofcold theories, who would prove to me that
Nelly Bly, acted far from right, and l should
be speechless before them but when they
are away with their arguments, cannot re-
! member what they have said, and so l find
myself pronouncing the love ofour meek-ey-
ed, white browed neighbor, beautiful aud a
holy thing
Farmer Bly, had no other child, and so after
Nelly's marriage the great farmhouse be-
came q desolate place, and he so surly and
ill-natured that children ran and hid them
selves ut the sound Of his voice. At first Mel
" Tinsley was very proud of her husband,
for she knew well how TO appreciate his ge-
MUS, and she was delighted to find that she
could aid in its development 10y soothing and
encouragement. But soon pride began to
lose itself in anxiety. Trials were i'll the
way and he grew irritable; trials increased
and he bent beneath them; still others came
and health and spirits yielded. A strong man
could scarcely have wrested with such for
tune; but Arthur Tinsley had the helpless
simplicity of child and the constituencies of
woman. For while poor Nelly struggled
on cheerful and uncompainingly, and then
as Incomplainingly, but with heart-ache
written in every line of her face, she came
with her sick husband and dying child back
to Alderbrook. oh, how changed was that
bright young face, with the merry heart-glow
lighting up either cheek! Could that pale,
| fragile creature be Nelly Bly,? The rugged
y
aud shut the door against her with an oath;
for an hour did poor Nelly lie like one dead
AZ the roots the white rose bushes among
which she had spent her bird-like hours he
fore she knew sorrow. At last she arose and
rceled back to the village; not quite broken
hearted, for her husband was yet life 10 her;
and though he was now but the wreck of the
impassioned, enthusiastic, heart full Arthur
| Tinsley that shattered wreck was far dearer
al
Her heart had grown TO him in their humilia-
ton. Was she not his world rs he was hers?
Immeasurnbly blest was young Nelly Tins
lev even in her misery; and MS she knelt by
the sick couch of her husband that night and
smoothed his aching head, and, listened to
his low tones, sometimes querulous, some
times melting with tenderness, there was not
one act of her life towards him she would
have recalled. Some people made mention
of the fact that there had been no parental
blessing on the union and shook their heads,
remarling that "such things were always
punished sooner or later" but Nelly would
have stared at them in bewilderment Surely
there was nothing like punishment in her.
She had certainly suffered very deeply, but it
was toh him; and could all her fathers lands
buy single hour ofthat time made invalua-
BILE by love? Why there was blessedness
in her very sufierings, consecrated as they
wearing out life inpoverty and iow!iness she
would not have exchanged ior diadem her
sacred wealth of heart. Where the shadows
restthe viGets spring freshest and sweetest.
If the sunlight must needs kiss the perfume
from my violets, heaven keep me ever in the
shadow. We are hayward children and do
not always know what is good for us; but we
have Il Father above, who when he takes
from us the dross and tinsel, blesses us with
such things MS the angels have. When our
first mother went out of Eden in sorrow, she
carried an Eden in her heart; there are some
who live in Eden now, but their hearts are
barren.
Nelly Tinsley found home with an old
woman to whom she had been kind in better
daysand the villagers buried her child, and
then she was comparatively forgotten. Her
husband sometimes rose from his couch long
enough to try little with his pencil, but the
most trihing efforts were usually repaid by
long dreamy days of sickness; then he would
become peevish, talk ofstarving and of doc
tors bills, beg them to let him die, for he
was all that kept Nelly from wealth and
happiness, and bitterly bewail his folly
in ever having deprived her of a home.
Nelly answered cheerfully every lnurmur but
the last; but that scarce sincere regret was al
WAYS disspated by her tears Then came
the words of tenderness that turned Neliys
| sad heart into habitatlon OF supdueu, sor-
row shaded bliss. The old woman with
whom Nelly had found home, supported her.
| self by her needle and so the young wife was
soon initiated into the more substantial mys-
| teries.
Rug Rallies had no hope ofinducing dame
GaskiIl to make his coat, for he was quite a
ware that his credit was not very high with
her;but Nelly Tinsly probably had many drea-
nv, unoccupied hours; and he argued, as he