Democratic banner., 1848-08-21

grove.
There was tue vine covered lattice. whose
Itwining teudrils she had festooned in many
a graceful wave. There, too, stood hef fa-
l~vurite rose.bush, whose last blossome had
NESTLED in the bosom Of her fond lover, and,
though dry and withered, its rich perfume
was; to him, a sweet memento Of the never
dying love Of his fair Mrnetto.
She sighed as she passed al these, and
cast a lingering look behind, as though she
still expected to see her Edwin start up
from some ~favorite spot to catch her in his
!embrsce.
The distant click had besteR the mid
might hour, ere Menetto's soft blue eyes
were shaded by their long silken lasles
and when, at length, sleep stole gently upon
her, it was only the mortal which partook Of
rest-the mind of Menetto was far, far
away from its clay tenement. revealing inths
Sunshine of a soft Italian sky, beneath the
smiles and caresses Of her beloved Edwin.
She fancied herself seated by his side
luis arm entwined her slender waist, and
her head rested gently upon his shoulder,
while he sang to her sweetIy, the same soul
stirring melody which lad struck her cal
in the twilight hour, to which she replied
"To thee, my love, / come--I come"
He spoke to her in accents so deep and low.
that her spirit only seemed to understand
and she dared nstheave the sigh which wa
rending her bosom, lest the spell which
united them should be broken.
o! how often, in the happy hours Of theil
first love, had their united voices raised IL
full gushing strains, until it seemed too mucI
for each-snd Hood Of tears would OTTER
be Il e termination Of harmony too heavenly
for the limited powers of their fragil.
natures.
At such times would Edwin ssy-"Me'
~netto, l cannot live without you've seen
one soul in common You, dearest, are I'll.
Purer part Of my nature-1 never loved
Alright till ! knew you, and now TO live with
out you, would BE- deatht to me. Yet, SHOULD
die. I will come for you; for heaven woule
not be heaven to ire unless you could shar.
my bliss. Yes, my Menetto, should I di'
while absent, ! will ZONE for you, ard
will lure your spirit from this mundane
sphere, by such heavenly strains as We have
just sent up to the angel choir"
The heavy breath passed slow and ir'
Regularly from the parted lips of Menetto
) a slight quivering shook her frame, and
broken sigh was followed by a tear, which
trickled down her pale cheek, and wastrac.
ed by another, and another, until the p,l
low where she lay could tell a tale of woe
Yes, Msnetto had again sighed out the sal
farewell, again parted from her fond Edwin
end only lived to be conscious Of her desc
~lation.
The warm cheek of Menetto had dIiec
her downy pillow, and the first rays of ths
morning sun were stealing beneath the lid
Of the fair sleeper, as a happy bird stIucI
its first notes Of love close beside her wind
ow. She turned her head gently upon hel
pillow, placed her hand beneath her velve
cheek, and sighsd-"Great God, I thanl
thee twas but a dream!"
Yet, from that day, Msnetto was changed
Night after night did she repair to the
spreading oak, and there, to the %ecI,oinl
wood, ~sing--"I GOMEZ GOMEZ" But i
was only in the midnight dream that sh,
met her Edwin. Then, indeed, she forgo
the mighty ocean lay between them, and i
was only the sad farewell which told how
long they must be separated.
Edwin was compelled. by q stern father
to be absent three years and il, OF his re
turn, he was still anxious to marry Menetto
he could be at liberty to do 49,. Vain hope
in his weak parent. to think time Or dis
lance could %extinguish q fame which hat
its origin in spirit communion.
- Is - a. o. - H .-. . q,