The Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1837-1867, 1846-04-11

very kindly. Give me one kiss--remember
all your mother told you-be sure you take
good care ofyour health aud be good girl.
Don't forget TO write every week, Maggy.-
Good bye
Could il be that her kind father had gone?
Margaret stood moment, and thenrushed to
the door TO beg him to take her with HING for
she could not live away from him. She Just
caught glimpse of his figure as he passed
up the shaded walk. 90 how could l let him
go" sobbcd the poor girl, as she slowly re-
turned to the parlor, "a long, long year! o
can not livep and again she flung herselfup-
on the sofa. She had however, no time for
indulgence, for she heard step, aud Mrs. L..
returned, and taking her by the hand, spoke
so kindly and gently, that Margaret longed to
throw herself into her arms, and tell her how
very miserable it had made her TO part with
her iather. But she is stranger thought
Margaret, with sigh, which ifaudible, Mrs.
l.. did not seem to hear. Margarets eyes
were constantly OVERLOOKING, but her new
friend did not look at them; she talked cheer
fully other journey, the scenery on the road,
and told her there were some fine views in
the neighborhood, which the young ladies'
would be happy TO point out TO her. Marga-
refs reserve was beginning 10 wear off, and
her step grew light, and even her voice seem
ed to gain almost its natural tone, as she pass
ed along the hall, that led TO the dining-room.
Our heroine had never dreamed of a table
larger than thatin her mothers little, back
parlor,and she started back in surprised BASH
fulness as her eye glanced down the long
rows of strange faces occupying each side
ofthe narrow tables. She did not venture to
look up again, hut crept forward, trembling
like an aspen TO the seat offered her. All the
calmer feelings that she had been gathering
while in Mrs. L. company now left her, and
the tears would gush forth in spite OF her eff
forts to repress them. Still no one seemed 10
observe her emotions, and she sat, taking ev-
erything that was offered her, and tasting
nothing, until the repast was finished. Mar
garets pride would have revOlted, or her SEN
sitiVeness shrunk as quick as that ofany one,
had notice been taken other trouble, but as
she heard the merry laugh, and now and then,
glanced at the faces other future companions
who were scattering themselves about the
grounds for few moments recreation, she
thought they must be very heartess, or they
could not be so utterly careless ofthe misery
of a fellow being. After dinner, she was in
troduced TO her room-m mate, tall, prim look
ing girl, and by her shown to her apartment.
Although accustomed to every luxury at
home, Margaret had often spent delightful
hours with her companions in their humber
mansions, and in any other state of mind,
tritling Inconvenience in her new situation
would have made no impression on her, but
now, she saw everything i'm the worst light
possible. She glanced eagerly around the
room and she viewed the furniture, article
by article, her lip curled with an expression
the most unamlable il ever wore. And are
these four walls 10 enclose me for n whole
year, and must she he my most intimate
friend" thought Margaret, her eye resiirg7on
her new companion, who, in a very busting
buslness-like style, was arranging everything
III the room, and explaining the uses and ben
efits of each. Then came thoughts of her
father, her own dear home, and friends, and
she was glad TO he left alone, that she might
weep without restraint 20 how hard it is
thought Margaret, after she had sobbed her
self into n fever, 'to have no mothers bosom
to lay my head upon when it aches so! Mo-
one will ever love me here and shall be--O,
so miserable! They cannot love me, they are
so different O, how many sensitive girls
have ruined their happiness, 10y the foolish
notion that they are alone, that no one thinks
and feels as they do. There is secret lone
illness, that will sometimes creep over the gay
est heart, and fling the weight ola sigh up
on the llghtcst spirit, scarce-conscious long
ing for some ideal object, second self, who
may comprehend, and amplify each half
formed dream, echo each aspiration of the
heart, love the same bubble, chase
the same phantom, and be wrecked upon the
same breakers. But easily could this feeling
Je dispelled, could those who indulge in it,
know that every heart is open to the same in
rader, and that the feeling which they think
theirs alone, is at the same moment causing
to sigh. o that depressing lone |
illness! it iUiH come, but it must be hanished. |
Our friend Margaret, however, not being u
ware ofthe danger of indulging any feeling
so sentimental, placed no bounds upon her
aud there was such luxury in
the very indulgence, that she was not likely
to forego the pleasure ofbeloving herself I'M
like the rest of the world, for the common
place qualification ofbeing loved and re-
spected
'Shs has not one thought in common with
men thought Margaret as she laid her head
upon the pillow, beside the particular, but
<ind-hearted Miss Edison; if was only at
home againp and then she sobbed herself TO
sleep.
Morning broke, bright and beautiful, and |
Margaret bounded lightly from her pillow, as
she was wont to do, but the strange aspect of !
he room struck chill to her heart, and
upon chair she gave herself to
gloomy musing. With the least atom of self
;ontrol-a being possessing such facilities
or happiness might readily have SHAKEN off
he spirits sadness, but Margaret's day had
been too bright, and now single cloud was
sufficient to obscure the whole horizon. She
descended to the breakfast-room,g gloomy and
iispirited, and all day she wore the same for
bidding face. Many young ladies spoke kind
o her, and good Miss Edison eXerted herself
o the utmost to make her roommate happy,
mt ,ntli,,o hoI 70. Good |
nature was too soon chilled by the reserve of
he stranger, and all efforts to please were at
ength ended by dislike for her who would
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