The examiner. [volume] (Louisville, Ky.) 1847-1849, 1848-11-11

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dear ones, embracing them again and again
with unwonted demonstrations of affection
even for her, warm and affectionaie as she
was. Her heart perhaps smote her. but the
idle words could not be recalled.
Our sojourn in the pleasant Welsh val
ley at length terminated; and many years
passed away, bringing changes 10 us all.
while still at intervals Of time we continued
to receive tidings Of our valued friends at
Swan Pool.
Dasee's letters were piquant and artless
productions, but affording subjects for seri-
Gus contemplation, as marking The gradual
change Of disposition wrought by time,
change Of circumstances, and the develop
ment OF feelings which had hitherto lain
dormant.
With heartfelt sorrow we heard from
Dame Winny Of the worthy squire's Attic
tion-namely that he had become apalsied,
sightless cd man: but then Dame Winny
spoke OF Niece Dasee's beautiful demean.
or and dutiful love towards her father and
we shrewdly opined also that the reverend
gentleman OF the ruddy countenance and
odious name was beginning to find favor
with the heiress. She herself wrote to us
Of his many amiable qualities, Of his assidu-
Gus attentions towards her poor father, who,
from his past habits and pursuits, most Bit
terly felt his present deplorable condition,
so that, when the final news reached US OF
her princely patronymic being lost forever
in the commonplace one Of Smith, we
| were not much astonished.
After this event our correspondence be-
came irregular. Oar wanderings, vicissi-
tudes, and sorrows, and her increasing FAM
lily, accounted for this; while dear Dame
Winny had SO much upon her hands, SO
many calls upon her time and attention,
that writing, which had always been la.
borious task TO her, now became an almost
impossible one.
Destiny, however, conducted us once
more to Lewellyn's home; and at the perio.
of our second visit to Swan Pool, when we
gained the summit Of the hill, and gaze.
down on the valley beneath, it might have
seemed as if the summertime Of our frs
visit had come again, only that the summer
of the heart had departed, and man,
wintry blasts impressed reality too vivid!
for fancy to hold its sway. All was ml
changed without: there reposed the spark.
ling lake. over which Dasee used to skim il
her fairy shalloP, the ancient trees, tn,
mountains, the old house, and the churcI
spire rising amidst the dark foliage; all Wen
there as in the days Of yore AS we passel
the battle-ground on the hillside, an i'm
lpulse which | could not resist impelled M
to alight and to enter the sacred precinct
alone. How many new graves there were
how many brilliant flowers clustering aroun
them, as the last rays Of the setting sun il
, Eliminated the rainbow tints; thus tellin
. of glory for the departed, and whispering
{ nope to the survivors, seeming to say, :
shall rise again tomorrow; the flowers wi.
bloom another and another summer; and III
inmates Of these quiet graves are not dead
, but sleeping
d was aroused from deep severie int
/ which had fallen, by the soft sound of il
, fancy's sweet engaging prattle: and on look
) ing up, saw portly lady with two fai
t children standing beside Two little grass
mounds, and answering their questions i
: an earnest, impressive, and tender manner
That voice. knew it at once! But no,
could ] recognise the identity of the sedat
and portly matron, the anxious nursn
, mother, and the wild, giddy, aerial sylph Q
| Nh L.,
self, and she smiled when called he
Mrs. Smith, and the tears came into he
eyes as we spoke of her numerous offspring
then | knew her again; for the smile wa
, the saucy smile Of yore, and the eyes wor
the same touching and gentle expression
/ which so often in girlhood had given prom
ise of better things.
The little children watched our move
ments; their prattle ceased; and they loo.
ed awed, holding by their mothers hand
with tnstiul love, as she pointed to tn
graves beside her, turning towards me
glance which well understood, for tn
same remembrance flashed simultaneously
on our minds. you do not forget; all!
see you do not, she whispered, thos
thoughtless words once spoken here, whe,
heedlessly exclaimed, Il wish that to,
had grave to tendl' Am not ans,cered
For here sleeps my frst-born, and by hi
side golden-haired cherub babe--a secon,
Daseel' She meekly bowed her head; anc
silence was the only and the best sympath,
could offer as We slowly approached tn,
old gabled house-the beloved home of he
early years, the scene Of so many wild ex
PLOTS.
have already said that ,cihout, all re-
NAMED unchanged; ,cithin, the same, bu
oh, how altered!
The white-headed squire was gently lee
about, not by his daughter-she had othe
pressing duties to attend to-but by hi
granddaughter, Winny Smith; and if Win
ny Smiths papa had been fat and ruddy OF
our former visit to Swan Pool, what was h.
notc'-while OF his hilarity and happiness
there could be no doubt: it was perfectly
heartfelt and decided. Dame Winny, too
was as active, as kind, as fidgeuy, and
talkative as ever; but withered and shrunk
en-, and slightly deaf (only slightly she
said;) going about with tall silver headed
stick, stumping loudly up and down the
stairs and passages; ever giving warning Of
the dear old lady's approach unknown to
herself
There were so many tiny Smiths running
about, that IL seemed unlikely there was anv