The Columbia Democrat. [volume] (Bloomsburg, Pa.) 1837-1850, 1849-01-13
O&gGET.dL ESS.sY-S.
The Engagement.
Il &eicA-By Nondescript.

1t Is a long Tine since then. Youth and
manhood arrive aud pass away, but thu
recollection of this event is YET fresh and
green IN my memory. Nothing can ever
eIare the impression. lis anniversary Ia
Kept sacred and upon that evening esne.
clally' when the mind, by contemplation.
IS wrought up to the highest pitch of ex.
cl'emen' the whole scene passes viyidlv
painfully so, before my eyes.
was quite young, and Mary was still
my junior. Formed as she was both man
tally and personally in natures fines,
mould no wonder she would strike the
heart OF one so young, susceptible and 70.
mantle would describe her if | couId-.
but no pen could do justice to her Ionc
dark eye-Iashes, to her deep brown hair,
falling IN rlngIets round her head and nec,
to her clear, but half Southern complexion,
10 hef hne codntenance lighted up by her
flashing eye and to her delicate and
fragile iorm--l can see her bu, cor
not paint her-Our parents lived in ,bs
same village, and Mary and myself
were much together. When the evening,
were pleasant, we usually walked ou, to.
ge'her to rude seat near the edge of .
beautiful stream, and there INDUCED in orr
delicious dreams of love and future happi.
ness.
The scene Of this sketch is laid on ono
OF these 10 me delightful evenings. Itwos
IN June, and Mary, and | had fingered
longer than usual at our accustomed
haunt We returned home slowly, and
when we arrived there, passed at once into
the ParIor; and divesting ourselves of tho
accoutrements which convenience and pru.
dence suggested should be worne in our
walk, we mechanically, as it were, walked
othe window. The moon was near its Cull.
and The trees in front of the house brokeand
varcgaied the silver moonlight, making tho
scene ii possible still more lovely. We
leaned upon the window sill her left hand
was rlasped in my righr-and my left arm
gently eucrcicd her wais,.
Moonlight evenings are dangerous 10
lovers. There is a delicious sensation per.
vadlng the senses, and leading them captiye.
Moonlight nights were made lor love, saws
the Poet, How long We had stood thus I
know not nor can recall any Of the sub.
Ject-mattcr Of our conversation. 7 wa,
OewlIdered, lost in an ecstacy Of delight.
Ana only recovered my self possession
when found myself on the eve of dccla.
ration OF love. | do not recOlect what
said. | only know that in moment aImos,
had reviewed our whole period of ac.
qualnlance, cndeayoriDg to prove that had
loved her, by reminding her of what had
done to deserve and win her affection.
lneyer was eloquent before, my tongue
seemed unlooscd, words came unsought
to my aid, actions long forgotten came viz.
idly up to my remembrance, and bore mo
forward in my declarations Who coudnot
he eloquent with an angel inspiring him
For moment she did no. answer, but un.
consciously as it were leaned her head y
g1inst my breast aud pressed my hand clo-
ser in hers "Mary, | asked, will you be
mine ~ She looked up in my face, her
eyes answered to mine, and she sunk in
embrace. Our lips met 1t was the first
kiss of youth and love. The bliss Of that
hour shall never forget. We remained
thus for some time. | thought heard some
one breathe in the room; turning round
who should see stlndnig rc r US bat Ma.
rvs Father.
Here was situation. Retaining N1ary's
hand in mine, /addresseJ hlm in our be-
half, asking w Indulgence of our passion
and his consent to our union, when cir.
cumstaorcs SHOULD render it expedient.--
Ourreqnes' was granted and giving US his
blessing he left the room.
Shorty after left the village for a dis.
tant rltv' intending to Ieturn after some
time ani.taa Mary with me. Befor. my
return she sFckentd and suddenly died. !
need no, goIon. My fate is sealed, and
vs f,othirg lett 10 cara for nov,
Sncf 'ny poor Mary died"