The Charlotte journal. [volume] (Charlotte, N.C.) 1835-1851, 1850-11-06
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From Groham's Magazine.
he Magic Lutte.
BY FRANCIS S. osGooD.
CHAPTER /.

NV beauty sing 10 me and make me glad
Thy sweet words drop upon the ear as soft
As rose leaves on a well.-FEsrus
On a low stool ct the feel OF the Coun, de
Courcy, sat his bride, the youthful Lady 10y.
ahue. One delicate dippled hand lowered
over the strings of her late, like snowy blid,
,bou, to take wing with burst Of melody
The other she was playfuIly trying TO release
rom the clasp Of his. AT last she desisted
from Inc attempt, and SAID, as she gazed up
MO his proud unfa,homabe eyes
Dear De Courcyl how shall thank you
for this beautiful gift7 How shalt prove 10
you my love. my gratitude, for all your gen
erous devotion 10 my wishes"
Loyallne was startled by the sudden light
tina, dawned in those deep eyes; bu! It pass
edaway and left them calmer and prouder than
before, and there was a touch Of sadness 10
The tone of his reply
sSing 10 me, sweet, and thank NE 90 =
LoysIiuc sighed as she tuned The lute. II
was ever thus when she alluded to her love
His face would tighten like a tempes, cloud
and then gov dark and still again, as if the
FIRE Of hope and Joy we're suddenly kindled in
his soul TO be as suddenly exnngu'shed,--
VIVA, could IT meant DID be doubt her aiec
tioui A tear fell upon The lu'e, and she SAID,
4 will sing
THE LADY'S lay
The deepest wrong that thou ccuds, do,
Is thus to doubt my love for tnee,
For questioning that thou qusston'st too
Ny truth. my pride, ny purity
'Twers worse than falsshood thu. to meet
Thy last carvss tiny slightest SMILE
Nor feel my heart sxutiBg beat
With sweet, Impassloned Joy the while.
The deepest wrong that thou coalds, do,
l. thus to doubt nv faith protested;
How should |, love- be less than true
When thou art Modest, bravest, best
The touss of the Lady Loysins'. voic
we're sweet sod clear, vel SO lo~, so dannl
delicate, that the heart caught ihtm "a h.
than the ear. De Coufcy felt hi, soul soi'e
beneath those pleading accents, and his el e,
as he gazsd upon her, se.e filed win unu'
tsrable love and sorrow.
How beautiful she wasl With that fair
color, like the first blush Of daau upon he
eheek-wiih those deep hue ewes, 20 lumlr
Gus with soul Again the lady touched be
Lutte
For thee braid and bind my har
With fragrant flowers for only thee;
Thy sweet approval all my care,
Thy lovs-the world to me
For thee fold my farest gown,
With simple grace for thee, for thee
No other eyes IN oil The town
Shall look with love on me-
For thee my ghtsone lutte tune,
For thee-it else mnte-lvr tase :.
The blossom to the bee IN June
10 less than thou 10 me.
DE Courcy b. nature proud, passionate,
served and exaciing, had aooed and Won wi
some difficulty, The young aud i!mld gi1 who
tenderness for her noble lover IVES bleat vi
a shrinking ave, which all his devotion COT
no, for awhile overcome.
Al the tine my story commences, he "
making preparations TO JON the Crusaders.
lie was 10 SET out IN few days, and bta
and chiyslr,c az he wac, there we're both f
and grief 10 his heart, when be thought of lei
ing his beautiful bride for years, perhaps
sv.,. Perfectly convinced Of her gullsl