Des Moines courier. ([Ottumwa] Iowa) 1848-1854, 1849-11-16
VOLUME 2 NO. 81 . s.s o.
! TALES I. Z,
The Tryst in Heaven.
A BEAUTIFUL SKETCH.

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| have worshipped blue eyes, and
there is no radiance SO heavenly as that
which beams from them. But black are
more bewildering; and when shadow of
melancholy falls over the forehead, it
softens their beauty, while it does not dim
them. If you will go with me to . glen
in the highlands, and willow shaded
nook, will point out to you the spot
where years ago there stood a rude bench,
on which many times have seen the fair
girl i now write OF, sitting and by which
| once saw her kneeling. The cottage
under the hill is occupied by strangers,
and its broad hall and large rooms now
ring to the laughter of those that knew
not her whose gentle spirit, haunts their
very chambers. r.,s,..., .,i.,1thaa,o,,. .r,g
She was as beautiful as a dream.-
Never was holer, forehead shaded by
raven tresses; never, were tresses SO glo-
rious as those. IT / tell you that loyed
Sarah D., you will call me an enthu-
siast, and ascribe my alteration to my
passion. l did love her-but only as
boy worships abeing very far above him.
| used to lie at her feet on the grass, and
gaze into her face, and watch the play of
her exquisite features. 1t was there |
learned at first how high, anil pure, and
worshipful, humanity may be- .",..f
She was young, and beautiful. What
need to add that she was loved? Surely
| need not add that she loved, for such
as She lived on affection, and die for lack
Of it,, Her father devoted his fortune
and his life to her; and she was heiress
TO large estate. And as might be expect
ed, had numberless suitors of every rank
and variety. cannot now remember
all of them, although then kept the run
of them tolerably well. But, of all,
there were only two that appeared to
have any prospect of success. +" ht'.t..
Frank R was the gayest, best
hearted fellow in the world, and had you
seen him on his horse by the side of Sa-
rah D., you would have said he was
made for her, so wild was his laugh, and
so Joyous her response. Yet, had You
been behind the closed shutter Of the
window in the front Of the large white
House on The Hill, as they rode by. and
had YOU there watched the compressed
/ lip, the broad, calm forehead, the pale face
and speaking eye of Joseph S., as
he saw them passing, you would have
prayed to God that that fair CIR! might
belong to that noble man, even as !, a
boy, then prayed. 49, ,... ..r.'... r..
God has answered my prayers. -
When the long way was travelled over,
and the rugged and difficult steep sur
mounted, when her fairy foot was pres
sed on the summit of the hill of life, and
her eyes gazedi on the deep blue sky with
longing gaze, there, even there, beyond
the blue, his out-stretched arms received
her, and his embrace was Heaven! .g
Go preach to blocks and stones, We
who believe that love is of the clay!---
Go preach to the dead, We who deny the
immortality of the affections! Go rea-
son with trees, or hills, or images of
wood, or with your motionless, lifeless,
icy souls, we who believe that, because
there is no marrying yonder, or because
we may not use the gentle words "my
wife," we may not clasp these sanctilied
forms in our holy arms! tell you, man,
that Immortality would be a glorious
cheat, if with our clay died our first af-
fections. tell you that annihilation
would be heaven, if / believed that when
my head at length rests on its coflined
pillow, and my lips sink to The silence
and repose of death, these loving eyes
will never look into mine again, this pure
clasp never be around my neck, this no.
ly caress never bless me more! aaaa
/ But see how | hasten in advance oil
my story W And yet, like Canning's
knile-grinder. / remember now that ]
have no story to tell, or at best it is a
simple story Yoaa s1FsaE aroa}I
She loved joe, His calm and earnes,
way of loving her, won her whole soul,
4 He did not say much to her in company,
nor of her, but when they were alone, OF
only some of the children near, his low
voice would be musical, and she sat en-
tranced with his eloauence. have seen
them seated on the bench by the side Of
the stream, and have heard him lead heI
gentle soul step by step with him from
earth to stars, and then from star to star,
until she seemed to he in heaven with
him, and listening to the praises of tf.e
angels. ...-,..,is. q.ra,i 81, .ttg, II
am unable to tell you how il happen
ed that Joseph s. left profession
(Which had been law and entered the
ministry, nor am able TO state, though
might guess at the causes operating on
his own mind. The father of Sarah
D. was nota religious man, and,
am sorry TO say, was one OF the small
class OF men, who not only deny the
truths of our most holy creed, but take
every opportunity to cast ridicule on its
teachers. 1t was, therefore, with grea
pain his daughter observed his coldness
and rudeness to Joseph S., and she
was no ways surprised, however she was
much grieved, when an open rupture
rendered the suspension of his visits a
the house absolutely necessary. $500.
} They had never spoken of love-
Each knew the secret of the others alice.
ltiOnS and what mead then of words n