The Planters' banner. [volume] (Franklin, Attakapas Co., Lou.) 1849-1872, 1850-05-02

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the p.riod since her rival at the favor
ite reprt Of traveller from the warm
latituds-Cheltenhan.
Her presence thG, had excited quite
| a furor among naties and yisiters, and
Alexander numbed not more victories
than did Mrs. Jernigham; though her
conquests were notion the embattled
plain, but in the sect walks of the
Montpelier promenae, or in the glitter
| ing and ga.landed lll-room.
For those who wis for description
| of our beauty, we Hll briefly skoteh
her. Large starry eyes, whose HASH
ing Iustre was tempered by an express
sion of such tender beseechmgness, that
every look vas prayer; skin of the
finest and clearest olive, now utterly
cololrles, now glowing as sunset; /;
| hal, blsck and shining; and form so
| exluisitely plant so faultlessly pro-
ootioned, that every movement was
gace, every attitude worthy of perpe-
tiation by the sculptors chisel. With
ach manifold attractions, it is no marvel
hat her hand was an object of eager
Icompetition; but disdaining the allure
lments which rank possesses, the tempta-
tions which affluence equal to her own
held forth, she selected from her host
Of admirers Henry Pembroke, the scion
Of a poor, though noble, Catholic family,
who, saving . geaealogy without blot
and fine manly person, appeared to
have no special claim to such distinc-
ton, unless love, whose vehemence
and intensity often hurried him into
temporary distrust and suspicion, can
be called 50. The day of her nuptials
had,arrived, and Imoinda sealed her
earthly fate for veal or woe, and be-
came the wife d Henry Pembroke
The ceremony over, the married lovers
entered their travelling carriage, and
set off for the Continent.
= 4 Z =
It was an evening in early spring ;
earth, air, and SKY, were fraught with
beauty, and filled every sense, even to
OVERLOOKING, with deep yet subdued
feeling of enjoynent-one OF those eve
nings, when. at he sight of Creation in
all It's fitness and perfection, the heart
is humbled in lowly worship of the
divine Creator, and, the better faculties
of the soul awakened, it spants to ex-
change the perising interests OF Time
for the fadeless cones of Eternity.
had taken my eveiing stroll among the
ruins Of the Coliseum at Rome. and, my
path homeward kadine me by the
Church of San GIOVANNI Laterano,
entered its open potals. The last chant
of vespers was paling through the
aisle, low, sweet, and solemn. In a
few minutes, all ~hom devotion and
curiosity had calle, thither had left the
edlfice, and i founomyself, as tancied
sole occupant of tn, spacious area.
While inspectini the piciures-for
where is the churcl in Rome that has
not some picture Drth inspection -
was startled by theshoking sob OF femi.
nine agony near m, then found that
the screen atfordedby one of the colos.
sal figures of the Alostles. which adorn
the aisles, had hiddn from my view a
confessional, from whose srecesses, il
was evident the accents Of grief pro
ceeded. Unwillin to listen to this
outbreak of q loded heart, whose
anguish it was not pr me either to beal
or to assuage, / wa3eaving the church
when wild uneaihly scream, which
! still rings in my eas; arrested my foot
~ton. and = mnmeat afterwardDI saw