Iowa capitol reporter. [volume] (Iowa City, Iowa) 1841-1855, 1847-10-13
A Tale Of Saratoga.

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Vanity Fair gives the following beauti-
full "Reminiscences:
! Stand with me by this pillar, and I'll tell
you story.
1t will be ten years next month, since
stood here, as we now stand, with two
friends. How well | loved them! The
one was young man, my friends 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. l should
incure the severe condemnation Of some
fifty ladies' to whom ! bow each day, did
they know that am the writer of this let
ter, when | say that never saw as little
beauty at Saratoga as this summer. Out
of some hundreds ladies, there are not
twenty that bear looking At twice. But,
perhaps, my taste has left me, and ! am no
Judge. Certainly, l have seen none to
compare with L. She was fairly
child of seventeen. Her eve was blue as
heaven, and had in it a winning earnest
ness, that made her ten times more lcvely'
She was the worship Of host OF admirers.
Her seat in the drawing room was always
surrounded by crowd. and she never
lacked for word or smile where it was
deserved, or Geld bow where that was
desirable.
have said she was fairy in FORM
Her foot fell as lightly on the carpet, Gas
Longfellow said Of Preciosa) as sun
beam on the water Every movement
was grace, every laugh trill of melody.
Her song was gush OF such overlooking
sweetness as never heard surpassed; no,
nor equallei. That song haunts this spot
on which we stand | linger here in The
night to lister. to it. 1t is this that makes
me love the old Congress!
We stood together that night, having
escaped the crowded ball room, and by
this very pillar. my friend and = ex-
changed the words OF parting which are
apt to be exchanged between those who
love. 1t was an ordinary parting. No
tears, nothing but smiles. He was to re-
turn to Princeton, attend commencement,
return to the Springs, and they were to 60
to Niagara together. Her father, man
of grea. wealth, and devoted to his daugh-
ter, stood yonder, watching us. remem-
Der the scene we'll, how well
"Do not let them make you forget me, -
said Fred, with smile. a week is a
| long time to be away and you may be wooed
and won by some enc in that time. You
remember the girl who was wooed, won,
and married in day?'
Don't speak SO, Fred said she; 4 don t
like to speak OF forgetting, even in that
way
We'll will not, then. Expect me on
Saturday. Good by and he passed his
manly arm around, and pressed his lips TO
hers, and saying, Take good care of her
W. sprung on his horse and rode
swiftly away.
Give me your ARM said L, and
let us walk here awhile. can't 60 back
to that room again
So we walked till midnight, talking Of
Fred for L would listen by the hour,
while l praised my friend. She loved him
with holy love. 1t is blessed thing to
meet with such love in this world. Such
love is like smile OF God among the rough
scenes of life She was hopeful, trustiul,
| need not say faithful. But Fred and
L-never met again.--He died, alone
in a lonely place. Saturday came, and he
came not. She was disappointed and sad.
All day Sunday devised excuses for him.
Monday, and no Fred. Tuesday, We'd
nesday passed, and at length Saturday
brought me letter from a strange hand.
i write you, Sir said the letter, 'as d.
rected by Mr.. Frederick C, who
died at my house last night l need not
attempt to describe my feelings as | went
on to read the particulars of his sudden
death, his words to me, his message TO
l.. They were written by strang-
er, taken down from his lips. How full
OF warmth, of love, Of agony! Tell him
toteil her. He will know who mean -
She must not weep. She may, wish
she could, forget r,e.'
broke the news to her as we'll as |
could, standing again in the same place
She stood statue-like and listened--then
fell like death person into my arms
Since, she, too, has fallen asleep! Her
blue eye is closed. Her glorious hair is
under the coffin lid. Her voice has learn
ed new, purer melody? | stand here
now and think of her while the sounds Of
revelry come family to my ear. | grow
purer yselfin communion with the dead
Should not this be sacred place to me?''
Settlers WQ,ied-The Arkansas (Little
Rock } Banner Of Sept. 6 says: The State
of Arkansas invites emigrants to come and
take lands which have been forfeited for
taxes, and no payment will be required
for them. The Auditor, upon proof Of
settlement, will make deed, which deed
the Supreme Court of the State has deci
ded will be Guild. The forfeited tracts
comprise some of the finest lands in the
State, and now is the chance for cheap
home, or speculation.
The Banner office has just issued a vol
ume of 70 octave pages containing lls'
Of all the lands which the State can donate
and the laws relating thereto.
I An unmarried lady on the wintry side