Vermont phÅ“nix. [volume] (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1834-1955, 1847-07-29

{" In the unrufi-d shelter Of thy love,
My bark leaped homewards IRON n rugged sea-
And urled it's sas and dropped right peacefully
Hopes anchor, quiet as 4 nestled dove.
Among the many whose society was pleasant to
Philip Armynge, as he was TO them. stood fore
an aged couple who, united late 10 life, spent
their childish old age in pleasing themselves with
all that was good and beautiful around. Mrs Lyle
was one OF those few women who know how to
grow old gracefully and are as winning and love-
~ in their decay as the twilight in summer even
ing fading in the gray Of night. None Of the sour
and cold heartedDess of age was in her gentle
nature; she did not turn away from the young and
ardent, but rather chung TO them and encouraged
them. She loved all thai was beautiful; she filed
her pretty home with pictures. and statues and
books, so that to enter il was like coming into
sweet garden Of fancy. ia which the continual per-
fume Of graceful aud elegant mind pervaded all
things. Aud about this pleasant home moved its
gentle possessor with her low voice, her kind man
ner, and her face still beautiful even in age, from
the sweet expression II wore. Hther she welcom-
ed many OF those who were rising or risen in art
aud literature rejoicing nth the Fortunate cheering
the doubtful, encouraging the struggling, and SYM
paihizng with all, aud with none more than with
Philip Armylage.
One day the young barrisier came ihither to see
Mrs Lyle. The gentle old lady was in her flower
garden; she loved her flowers so much. as indeed
she loved every thing in which was shadow Of the
beautful-and Philip shown into an inner room
where she received her fayorte guests. pleas
ant cheerful room il was; with It's antique farni-
,ure its crimson walls, from which looked the
sweet heads Of Raifielle aud the soft eyed Madon-
mas Of Guido. beside the pure outlines Of Flax
mans marble bas.relieis. with its painted windows,
through which the sunlight struggled quantity
giving an air Of Greaminess and mystery to tho
whole IA
Philip Armytage half entered but stayed his feet.
for the room was not unoccupled. At the further
end lady SAT reading. From her slight but round-
ed figure. she seemed in the meridian Of woman
hood; her face was turned away but Philip looked
in admiration al the graceful outline Of her cheek,
and her Grecian shaped head round which soft
| golden hair was braided, contrasting with tho
mourning dress she wore.
Wondering who she could be, he came nearer.
she turned round, half bending 10 acknowledgement
to a stranger, and Philip looked upon the face Of
his early love. Yes il was indeed Stella, but how
changed the fairy girl was matured in the digni-
fed woman, and those sweet blue eyes, sightless no
longer, coldly met his own without recognizing
Philip Armytsge.
A chill crept over him; he. who day before
wouId have flown to clasp her TO his bosoin, now
stood spell-bound by her presence, as II she had
been vision from the dead
Have you forgotten me = at las. burst from his
quiverng lips,
Il. Al the sound Of his voice she started glanced
wildly towards him-her cheek grew marble white
and then crimson. -
Have you forgotten me. Stella f-iorgollen Phil
, ip Army,sger and he took her hspf