The Middlebury register. [volume] (Middlebury, Vt.) 1850-1882, 1850-08-13

to heavenly perfection. 100 good 10 be
broken in upon by mortal hands or by
earthly articulations, it lives on Joyous
ly in sweet interchange Of looks that
burn, aud in the celestial intercourse Of
dreams that inspire. What need is there
of words TO tell what these infinitely bet
ter expressl
The one who listened at the lattice
was equally moved, and equally ignorant
of the source of her emotion, with him
who was tonight an unconscious seren-
ader. Still, as Edward Stanley rode
homeward over the moonlight waters, the
image Of being like her they call
Clara was full and fair before his inner
sight.
Edward had been left by both parents
at an early age. lle was three years
old, when the necessity imposed by his
fathers connection with the civil war in
England had driven them to the West
ern Continent. So much, at least, he
had been told, and that thy had ems
barked for Boston, commenting him, in
their hour of extreme need, to a near
relative, and enveluping all their move
menis in studied secresy. lie had finally
been adopted by Parson Stanley, and,
since his real name had been concealed
had always retained that of his kind lcs-
ter father. AZ length, ihe worthy Par
son had come TO New England, and by
chance was settled in the parish of Col.
onel Woodyillc, though as yet an entire
stranger to the latter and to his friends
All efforts TO discover the fate and for
tunes of Edwards parents had ended in
wholly unsatisfactory results, so very
limited aud altogether vague was all that
either knew of the former history o
ihose they sought Yet the fulility o
these cxertlons, and a shadowy rumor, tc
which the absence of all conlradlclor,
evidence gave its chief weight, very nat
urally led to the conclusion that the fu'
giiivcs had somewhere died in obscuritl
aud would be heard of no more.
The grand principle of Edwards
mind, hitherto, giving shape and color tC
his entire nature, was keen, unsum
bcring senslbility. or full stature, ev
cry part Of his form and every feature
tremendously enveloped, yet with non,
of the unconscious grace and dignity
with none of the energy and weight o
character, which would have reudcrc'
him universally an object Of interest an,
hope, he had stood aloof from all the ac
tive affairs Of life, and cleayed to solitud
and to meditation.
The beginning Of lis intercourse wit
Clara, unknown to each, yet all the NOR
truly, had marked a new era in the live
of both. When two young, SINGER
hearts first open a communication, eve
the slightest, no mortal may predict tn
consequence. A thought or wis
) transpIanted from one bosom Of tender
ness and ardor to another may iucreas
, and spread, until the whole soul is oyel
shadowed, or the entire being embodle
therein and identified with its fate. !
i the village church, or in the solitar
walk, this lovely form had often me, hin
Boy and girl, they had many times pluck
ed the flowers of Spring together an
, gathered the ripe fruits of. Autumn
, They had played on the same greer
chased the same butterfly, laughed owe
p the same book yet for the last fe'
years (whle Edward was absent to pro:
ecute his studies) the two had but sci
= dom met, and their youthful hearts wer
at present far from familiarity. Indeed
= familiarity but too often becomes the pre-
mature chill that blasts true love IN tn
= bud, instead of the seasonable frost thi
, drops the ripened fruit.
r In such love, Colonel Woodville ha
/, no faith. But the event shall prov
p whether, after all, the half insane spous
had not in all these matters, hundre
fold more wisdom than he.
CHAPTER II.
Birds were singing their mornini
psalm, aud the dews were still glilterin!
with innumerabe colors, as Clara walk
ed, in the freshness of the day, aloni
the margin ofthe lake. The misls wer
thick about her, and she could see but
little distance on water or on land. The