Herald of the times. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1849-1856, 1849-12-06
froH. The Lddys Book.
THE LILY OF IMPORT.
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gratitude as | owe you for this high
and honorable offer, there is deeper
debt incurred to those who have been
more than parents to me-a homeless.
nameless orphan. While they live, ]
shall not leave them. l know that sly
society, my assistance, ny attentions
are necessary to their happiness. Child
rs am, feel that they look to me for
much of felicity"
"Lilias, / have told you l would
wait. Only promise you will be mine,
and | will wait years-years."
I This unmistaken devotion melted
the heart of the pale orphan, and il was
some moments ere she could say
! "Noblc, generous young man And
yet ere the time arrives when their pill
/ grmagc will be ended, sEall be a,
rest for ever"
A shudder shook the thrilled frame
ofthe nobeman, as he re;urned-
"You are gloomy to-day, and will
no longer importune you. But may
not renew the subject subject on
which my hopes Of happ'rssg depend
/ another time--to-morrO0 -
lord CIarcmonte, ] E.ost solemnly
assure YOU | can never b. yours. But
ct me be as friend, a sister, as such
| love you. And now, sir, ere we part,
| rousi say to you that there is one to
whom you are dearer than existence.
One who has lavished tie love Of
l., ii, hnl cIaI
One who will ever worship you. One
who is all purity aud poetry, and inn
passioned truthfulness. One 70 whom
you need not fear to conhde your hap
pincss. One YOU canno: help but
\ love"
IL am wholly unconscious Of insplr-
ing such dcathless tenderness rs you
Il have named ; an affection cannot-.-lt
| is out of my power 10 return" Clar-
ence Claremonte responded, thought
| fully.
Il ooh, say not so, my lord-say not
so You cannot help bu: love one
who is all love"
"That is true most true" returned
the other, with melancholy smile,
that faded on the instant. " do, with
all the powers God has given me, love
one who is all oivc 20 every one but
II me-"
And involuntarily he lifted the pale
hand he held TO his qnivering lips. The
rich lace of her sleeve fell back, re-
vcaling the white, barred arm, and the
/ costly bracelet that lay like the iris
light upon it. His hand trembled, and
he pressed his fingers on the diamond
clasp. 1t flew open, and the proud
prize lay before him. Pale as death
he became as he gazed upon it, and
read over every pearl and gem.
"rhat was my motber's," Lillas
said, in startling whisper, while her
heart grew heavier, she knew not why.
And thinking he might deem il lovers
| gift-"You know my hlstory-at least,
all that myself do
| The young Englishman did not
speak, but lis manly frame shook with
convulsive agitation; and hastily rising
without a word, left the house lie
had taken the relic with him. --..-
Il Lliiias was 2. Joss 10 account for
.as strange conduct yet mentioned it
not The day passed away. aud she
saw nothing more of him. Evening
came, bu, he came not. 1t was the frs /
that he had not called there. His
place, his face, his graceful form and
intelligent conversation were missed by
ALL
Mr.. St. Lucas wondered why ne aid
not come. Mrs. St. Lucas could not
conjecture what had detained him
and Rose wished, yet feared his arrival,
And LlIias, to forget her own thoughts,
took up a book and read aloud.
The morrow came; and late IN the
day, Lord Claremonie called. Moth
ING was amiss; he was the same as
usual, only his dress was not quite so
fauItIcssly fashioned, or his hair so par
ticuIarly arranged and helwas looking
very pale. Mrs. st. Lucas remarked
il, and mentioned that he did not look
well. The bland reply was
Nevertheless, | am perfectly so,
thank you aud am wholly unconscious
oflooking otherwise"
And as he spoke, his clear, calm eye
met the timid glance Of LilIias. But
the loyer-lke light had eft its dark
depths. Rose had withdrawn soon at-
ter he came in, and Mrs. st. Lucas
was called out. Lilllas trembled per-
ceptiby as the nobleman took sea,
beside her on the sofa lie noticed II
and said--and his voice was lower than
II cver-.-
"Fer me not, Lllias 7 shall not
again ask you to be my BRIDE. ] have
trampled my passion beneath my ieet
Oh, my God, what have not endured
since was here yesterday : More oI
! miscry,more Of agony, more of suffer
. ing than had supposed IT possible ,'
endure IN whole long lifetime lpral
heaven may never know the like a
|. gain could not n second time, an'
1--we. But have conquered love, III
Ilias: I have suhduei these Grsi 'carlu