Green-Mountain freeman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1844-1884, 1846-07-23

! None can know how fondly loved her. But
she, too, died Perhaps you have mother
whom you love, and can imagine my loneliness,
my misery at her death,
The rich color deserted the cheek Of his lis
tener, as she replied,
q too am an orphan,
Here her hand was clasped sympathizingly by
her companion, who, forgetting to return it, re-
sumed,
In compliance with her last request, her
remains were not placed in the family tomb, bu!
inferred in green, grassy spot, surrounded by
bending, mournIul trees, whose whispering
leaves sigh perpetual requiem over her grave,
On, how desolate seemed that home to me-
Evenings like this would steal to her deserted
room, and imagine strange, wild things. be-
came morbid, gloomy, and my heart was fast
closing against all kindly impulses, when one
evcntnI day my father brought home bride
gay, dashing, bod-eyed woman, accompanied
by sweet, fairy-like child. Dear Florence,
tender soothcr Of my troubled heart, how l
yearn to look once more on her lovely face
Then change came over the spirit Of my
dream;' | found something to love The little
girl with her large blue eyes, seemed sent from
heaven to represent my sainted mother My
proud heart, which fancied buried in her grave,
sollened beneath the influence Of this little one,
as the parched earth dra nix in the cooling dew
drops. But at length sought change The
naughty arrogance of Mrs. Allston became III
supportable she treated me as an lnterloper.-
The house was continually filled with gay COM
pany, whose mrth was, as you will imagine, dis
sonant to my mind, and my father consented to
my going abroad. For eight years | wandered
far. made many acquaintance, among which
numbered one true friend, the noble hearted
Harry Wilmer, the youngest son of an English
nobleman. | had wealth at my command, and
of course, was every where we'll received. |
was recalled home by my fathers death, who
had left me his sole heir. believe he lived
unhappily with his wife They left New York,
and | spent many months i'll search Of them,
but was unsuccessful Florence must be very
beautiful now and dear Miss Dubs when
first saw you so like what | imagined Florence
would be, my heart bounded rapturously within
me beheld the fairy like child matured in
the beautiful woman-and sought an introduce
ton You know the result What must have
seemed to you rudeness, was but the rcvulslon
of feelings; and now, dearest Miss Dubs, for my
confession, remember you promised me absolu-
ton for my offence. My subsequent conduct
how shall ever confess twas actuated by
pride alone-Eorgive me, but imagned-in-
deed twas but an idle fancy; but thought
there was something plebelan in your name
DO not SMILE admit was over astidious--
Now have offended-you turn away. Dearest
Bridget, when left this place last year, | re-
solved to forget you, to renew my search for
Florence St. Clair, but the endeavor vas vain
your sweet image haunted me in my daily Wis
ions, my nightly dreams. tried to forget you,
but sunny tress of hair, blue eye or musi-
cal voice, awakened remembrances in my breast
thousand voices in my heart seemed pleading
for you; and found, sweet one, how passion
ately--how sincerely loved. Was it presump-
ton in ne! Have again offended! feel
am all unworthy so rich boom You do not
cannot love me-
And he bent his brow upon his hands, when
her soft voice whispered Ernest He gazed
in her sweet loving eyes, and she felt she was all
his own. She murmured-'I have ever loved
you, Ernest; and wretched did feel when you
met me so cody, and | wondered how | had
merlted your hatred
Not hatred love, eagerly interrupted Ernest.
Not hatred From the first loved you, and
in the midst ofmy forced GOODNESS still my love
shone like bright star to illumine the clouds of
my heart
And now, Ernest, said the GIRL while an
arch smile played around her beautiful lip, Il
think can inform you concerning Miss ST.
Clair
You know her then? inquired AlIston,
Intimately! can tell you all you wish to
know
Il care not now, dear Bridget; you are all the
world to me from this hour Florence is naught
to me-
You have, then, become rcconciled to my
homely name, dear Ernest!
Yes, dearest, love it for your sake. Love
conquers all things care not for your birth
or name only know how fondly love. A
lifetime can only prove how sincere is my aflec-
ton should like to see Florence. But were
she the most beautiful the most gifted of earth
ly creatures, she could not win one thought
from my own Bridget. But hear the merry
voice Of Caroline who comes to seek you, fol-
lowed by her adoring husband. How happy is
Harry Wilmer His course of true love has
run smooth, in defiance of Shakespeares asser-
ton. The night air grows chill fear its eff
fects on your delicate frame
Stay Ernest one word ere we part. Flor
ence St. Clair will be here tomorrow You
will see her. And, Ernest, should you expert
ence one lingering trace Of affection for your
early love, freely resign you for her sake
Noble ghlp cried Allston, doubt not my affection
It's unceasng, undying And now good night my
love. Try and dream of me, and tomorrow you shall
tell me of your success
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