The daily crescent. [volume] ([New Orleans, La.]) 1848-1851, 1850-06-10

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Beautiful Sketch.
have worshipped blue eyes, and there is no
dance SO heavenly as that which gleams from
them. But black are more bewildering and when
shadow Of melancholy falls over the forehead, it
soitens their beauty, while it does not dim them.
Ifyou will go with me now to a glen in
the highlands, and a willow-shaded nook, | will
point out to you the very spot where years ago
there stood rude bench, on which many times
have seen the fair girl now write of sitting, and
by which once saw her kneellng. The cottage
under the hill is occupied by strangers, and its
broad hall and large rooms now ring to the laugh
ter of those that knew not her whose gentle spirit
haunts their very chambers.
She was as beautiful as a dream. Never was
holier forehead shaded by raven iresses; never
tresses so glorious as those If tell you that
loved Sarah D., you will call me an enthusi-
asst, and ascribe my admiration TO my passion. l
did love her, but only as boy wOTships being
very far above him. | used to lie at her feet on the
grass, and gaze into her face, and watch the play
of her exquisite features. 1t was there learned
first, how high, and pure, and worshipfu, humani-
tY may be.
She was young and beautiful. What need to add
that she was loved, for such she, live affec-
tion and die for lack of il! Her father devoted his
fortune and his life TO her; and she heiress to
a large estate. As might be expected, she had
nUmberess suitors of every rank and variety. /
cannot now remember all OF Them, although kept
the run of them tolerably well. But Of all, there
were only two, that appeared to have any prospect
ofsuccess; and the village gossips were occupied
in discussing their relative chances.
Frank R was the gayest, best-hearted fellow
in the world, and had you seen him his horse by
the side of Sarah D, you would have said he
was made for her, SO wild was his laugh, and so
joyous her response. Yet, had you been behind the
closed shutter of the window in the front of the
large white house on the hill, as they rode by, and
had you there watched the compressed lip, the
broad, calm forehead, the pale face and the speak
ing eye of Joseph s., as he saw them passing
you would have prayed to God that that fair girl
might belong to that noble man, even as |, boy,
then prayed.
God has answered my prayers. When the long
way was travelled over, and the rugged and diff
cult steep surmounted-when her fairy foot was
pressed on the rock at the summit of the hill oflife
and her eyes gazed into the deep blue sky, with a
longing gaze, there even there, beyond the blne,
ms onistretched arms received her, and his embrace
was heaven.
Go preach 10 blocks and stones, We who believe
that love is of the clay Go preach TO the dead We
who deny the immortality of the affections. Go
reason with trees, or bills or images of wood, or
with your own molonless, lifsless, icy souls, We
who believe that, because there is no marrying
yonder there shall be no embracing, or because we
may not use the gentle words "my wife, - we NAV
not clasp these sancti6ed forms in our own holy
arms tell you, man, that immortality would be
affections. tell you, that annihilation would be
heaven, if | believed that when my head at length
rests on its coffined pillow, and my lips sink to the
silence and repOse Of death, these loving eyes will
never look into mine again, this pure clasp never
be around my neck, this holy caress never bless
me more
But see how hasten in advance of my story.
And yet, like Canning's knife grinder, remember
now that have no story TO tell, or at best it is
simple history.
She loved Joe. His calm and earnest way of
loving her, won her whole soul. He did not saw
much to her in company, nor of her, but when they
were alone, or only some of the children near, his
low voice would he musical, and she sat entranced
with its eloquence. | have seen them seated on
the bench by the side of the stream, and have
heard him lead her gentle soul step by step with
him from earth to stars, and then from star to star
until she seemed to be in heaven with him, and
listening to the praises of the angels.
am unable to tell you how it happened that
Joseph s. left his profession (which had been
law and entered the ministry, nor am able TO
state, though might guess at the cause operating
in his own mind. The father of Sarah D.
was not religious man, and, | am sorry to saw
was one of the small class of men, who not only
deny the truths of our most holy creed, but take
every opportunity to cast ridcule on its teachers
1t was therefore, with great pain that his daughter
obrerved his coldness and rudeness TO Joseph
s., and she was not surprised, however much
she was grieved, when an open rupture rendered
the suspension of his visits at the house absolutely
necessary.
They had never spoken of love. Each knew
the secret OF the Others affection, and what.need
of words then to tell ite 1t would have been hut
the repetition of hackneyed phrases. And vet there
is no music In the world sweet as those three
words 81 love you,' from the lips we love to kiss.
But the father of gentle friend had feared The
existence OF some bond between them and peremn-
torly required his daughter to break it il it did
exist.
She replied to him, relating the simple truth, and
he desired her to refuse thenceiorward 10 see or
speak TO Joseph.
A month Of deeper pain than can well be imagin.
ed, succeeded this command, during which they
did not meet.
1t was On,a moonlight night in August that she
walked out with me, tthen boy three wears her
junior,) and sat down on the bench by the side OF
the stream. The air was clear the sky serene
and no sound disturbed U.S. but the soft voice of the
wind among the tree-tops made a pleasant music
and we listened and were silent. The stiffness
was broken by the voice of Joseph s..
You will pardon me if pass over that scene.
dare not attempt a description of it. Il was nv
first lesson in human suffering, and though have
learned 1t over and over, since then, though the
iron has entered my soul and scared and Scared il
| yet have never seen, and do not believe have
ever felt more agony than those two felt as they
| parted that night to meet no more on earth
He bowed his lips to her forehead and murmuret
| the solemn words, For ever" She woke at tbos,
words, and exclaimed with startling vehemence-
mo, no, there is no such word Joe"
| We shall not meet again on earth, nv pentI,
| one"
And what is earth ?n Her tall form grew
more queeny, and her dark eye flashed diyinelv
as she rose and exclaimed, in clear and silver,
tones" And what is earth? These things mus
| end | will name trust, dear Joe, and YOU shal
keep it, If you pass first into the other land, wal
for me on the bank, and if go hence before YOU,
| will linger on the other Shore until YOU come
| Will you remember"
| &c will live and die in this memory"
| She lifted her face to his, and her arms 10 hi
neck, and they clung together in long and pas
sionate embrace Their lips did not, separate. bu
were pressed close together, until he felt her form
cold and her clasp relaxed, and he laid her peptl
down on the old seat, bowed over her a moment il
prayer, and was gone. heard him say, "Tak,
care of her, W" and so | strove to recall IN
life that had gone from her lips and cheeks am
eyes. 1t came slowly, and she woke as we wax
in the morning after death has entered our charme
circle, with oppression the brain, and
swimming, swollen senselessness OF soul
At length she remembered all and raised her
self with halEarticulated exclamation of agony
broken by sob; and then fell on her knees by tn
bench and buried her face in her hands, and re
manned thus for nearly half an hour.
When she arose her face was as the face of al
angel Ii wore that same exalted look until sh
died.
think she took cold that night; she was neve