Tri-weekly journal., 1847-10-16
THE JOURNA AL.
From the Saturday Rambler
LOVE INKLINGS AT SARATOGA.
BY AN OLD "wATER-DRINKER" THERE.

the yisters at Saratoga. Ii is now Of a
lighter, gayer sort. Even The dance seems
TO have become more airy and less seldom
than il used 10 be. When first frequ ented
Saratoga, "flirtatations" were less frequent,
love was a serious matter, and many happy
life Of affection began where we now stand.
The old Congress Hall promenade is a Sd
cred place with me, and | prefer it still, for
the sake of these associations. Stand with
me by this pillar, and will tell you a love
story.
Ii will be Ten years next month, since
stood here as we now stand, with two friends
How we'll loved them! The one was
young man, my friend, senior in Princeton,
passing his vacation before commencement,
at the Springs. The other was a gentle
GIRL There is none here like her, none
half so lovely. should incur the very con-
domination of some fifty ladies', to whom
bow each day, did they know that am the
writer ofthis letter, when say that 81 never
saw as little beauty al Saratoga as this Sum-
mer. Out of some hundreds of ladies', there
are not twenty that bear looking at twice."
But, perhaps, my aste has left me, and am
no Judge. Certainly, have seen none 10
compete with l.. She was a fairy child
of seventeen. Her eyes were as blue as
heaven, and had in the IN winning earnest
ness, that made her ten times more lovely
She was the worship of host Of admirers
Her seat in the drawing room was always sur
rounded by crowd, and she never lacked
for a word or smile where it was deserved,
ora cold bow where that was desirable.
4 houa oaid ha uvao fairy in, Err, Iar
foot fell as lightly on the carpet, las Long
fellow said of Prociosa,) "ss sunbeam on
the water" Every movement was grace, ev-
cry laugh thrill Of melody. Her song was
gush of such OVERLOOKING sweetness as
never heard surpassed; no. nor equaled.-
That song haunts this spot on which we
stand. | linger here in the night TO listen
10 it.
We stood together that night, haveing escap-
ed the crowded ball room, and by. this very
pillar, my friend and L. exchanged the
words Of parting which are apt TO be ex
changed between those who love- Il was
an ordinary parting. Her tears, nothing but
smiles. lie was 10 return TO Princeton, at.
tend commencement, return TO the Springs
and they were TO 60 10 Niagara together
Her father, man OF moderate wealth and
devoted to his daughter, stood yonder watch
ing US. remember the scene well, how
well!
''Do not let them make you forget me-
said Fred, with smile. "a week is long
time 10 be away, and you may be wooed anC
won by some one in that time. You re
member the girl who was wooed and won il
a daym
Don't speak so, Fred" said she; {"
don't like TO speak OF forgetting even in tina
way"
"Well, | will not then. Expect me OF
Saturday. Good bye!' and he passed hi:
manly arm around her, and pressed his lip
TO hers, and saying stake good care of her
w. sprang OH his horse and rode swift
ly away.
"Give mo your arm," said l., "an,
let US walk here awhile. can't 90 back Il
that room again"
So we walked I'LL midnight, talking o
Fred, for l. would listen by the hou
while praised my friend. She loved hin
with holy love. 1t is a blessed thing Il
meet such love in this world Such love
like the smile Of God among the roug
scenes OF life. She was hopeful, trustiul,
need not say faithful. But Fred and l.
never met again. He died alone in lone
ly place. Saturday came and he came moi
She was disappointed and sad. All day Sun
day devised excuses for him. Monday an,
no Fred. Tuesday, Wednesday passed, an
at length Saturday brought me letter frol
a strange hand. 81 write you sir" said til
letter, '.as directed by Mr.. Frederick C.
who died at my house last night" nee
not auemp, to describe my feelings as
went on to read the particulars of his dealt
his last words TO me, his message to L.
They we're written out by a stranger, take
down from his lips. How full of warmth,
love, Of agony. "Tell him 10 tell "her." II
will know who mean. She must not wee
She may, wish she could forget me-"
broke the news to her as we'll as coul
standing again just at the same place. Sh
Stood sialue-like and listened then fell lk
a dead person into my arms. Since the
she TOO has fallen asleep! Her blue eye
closed. Her glorious hair is under the coff
lid Her voice has learned a new, pur'
melody! stand here now and think of h,
while the sound Of revelry comes family
my ear. grew puTer myself in commune
with the dead. Should not this be sacr,
place to met