Baton-Rouge gazette. [volume] (Baton-Rouge, La.) 1819-1856, 1848-12-16
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And, NIL hops's blossoms in that s1ft flower she'd.
Left otts lone heart to find The world 4 tomb"
fBUrLER.
CHAPTER I.
The scFpe opens. II was morning,
bright, falr and hope inspiring. AT The win.
dow of neal, bat humble cottage, stood a
youth and maiden, alternately gazing "with
tsndeF delight" mn each 9th r, and with
Youthful admiration on ths 'shower hes.
prtnklcd" lawn which in nafnre's grand
sahIitnity spread Itself fur and wide before
them. They were I~overs, ppd their love
had been mutually confessed.
OF The young nan it does not concern Us
particularly n speak hnt our tale relates
principally 10 his companion. II il not
necessary TO our design that ue should
attempt 10 describe her, and If it were We
feel onrseIt utterly incapable Of the task of
conveying q just conception Of The perfect
symmetry Of that matcbI - form. the sweet
repose Of that pure white brow, and The
| melt ny tenderness Of that soft blue eye.
She was indeed d type Of loneliness, and
perhaps, the charm Of her beauty was
heightened Ivy the slight shade ofa sof,
subdued melancholy tbat ever and anon
made itself visible upon her psyche.Iike
c0nntenance. A happy picture, was it not
render, those two young, ansnllied beings
standing alone in the flush and the glow Of
their young nature. their hands cIasped
each in that Of the other. and their eyes
beamiDg the tenderness and the ecstacy Of
n first pure loye7 All around them was
bright and lovely ! moi II cloud hoafed in
the far depths ofthe azure sky; IN The dis.
lance could he heard the ever swelling mur.
mur Of the restless streamlet; all around
flashed The evanescept dewdrops, typical
in their sparkle and glory, Of the gems in
t~outb's c"r0tet If hope
In The world Of nature, how peaceful
and harmonious all things are said the
maiden.
'Ah,' answered her companion, how
unlike the strife and tho contest Of the
world Of men; where envy, and malice and
iotemperance , stride over the ruins If the
hopes Of the noble, The good and The fair.
Ab, dear Tsabel, this world is n gloomy
field Of labor. but vii pgIy wo Id | act my
part on its theatre if you, sweet gtrI, we're
by my side. your presence shedding ii light
along my path Of toll, and your pure love
rendering the darkest hour brjghtr
And sweet 10 me would be the task Of
cheering you in your career ; Int land her
eyes filed with tears as she spoke this IL
q picture Of happiness, ! must not dwell
upon, for my father, know will never
consent to our union. He hates you be-
cause you sometimes lecture on tempe
rancc."~
And Why, Isabel, will you not trust
yourself 10 my protection! how long mutt
entrfat you to fly from your fathers odious
crueItyf
y, speak moi thus bastily Of him, for he
is my father, and The orly tic Of kindred |
have left, and | cannot do anything contra.
nv 10 bis will. No, whatever bis faults |
will not abandon my falherr
Forgive me- said the youth, 4 spoke
perhaps, too hastily, but.
At This moment another actor appears
On the scene. He vas a man still in The
prime oflf ; hut his cheeks were swollen,
HIS Eyes bIp0d~-htL7 anu ne walked WIN a
staggering and irregular steps. 1t was
1sabeI's father, and he was drunk He
threw himself into a char, not designing
to police the young man, who afraid to
:stl-t himself to witness the scene that
might fs5low Immediately ! fl the house.
so. Miss, you've been cnteftainir e that
sko!a'ng Ha>hjogfonian! If you ever
~co1nfcnance him again, III wear you out,
you bnssy!'
1t is needless to dwell upon the vile ex-
ecra'ions, and the torrent Of p~rofane abuse
that the father poured forth upon bis uuoE-
Tending child. The poor girl burst into
tears, and long and bitter did she weep.
And she, too, so yeuag and so fraiI! She
seemed filter to be by her mothers side,
than bufrting the waves Of a drunken
fathers anger!
Worn out with the spree Of the preced-
ing night, the trunkard's vice became
gradually ia inter, and only an occasional
incoherent and u~nrneaning sentence e.
bis liPs-tilI at length be tumbled
from his chair, and lay snoring on the
floor. The drunkard's daughter wiped her
eyes and watched "over her father. All.
fIial love, how hard it is to break thy
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