The Charlotte journal. [volume] (Charlotte, N.C.) 1835-1851, 1850-11-06

OF PASSIONATE giiei suo iouisusuon, ueS odse'
fol reluctance TO, meet he gaze-her ,inid
shrinking from bis louch-and thus her very
purity and modesiy, the soul Of true affection,
we're distorted by bis jealous Imsg iuaiion into
for himself ard fondaess for ano,h
er. Ouly two days before, upon suddenly enter.
ing her chamber, he had surprised her 10 tears,
With pages cap in her hand, and on hear
ing his step shs had started up blushlng and
and hidden II beneath her man.
lie, ~h,ch lay upon he couch. Poor De Cour
c., This was indeed astounding; bu, ~hi!e
he had perfect faith 10 her honor, he vas too
proud 10 lie. her see his suspicious. That
cap! tia, crimson cap! 1t was not the last
time he was destined TO behold II!
The hour of pa ting came. and DE CouIcy
shuddered as he saw smile-certslny an ex.
uluns st,;e, tighten through the tears in the
dark eye. Of he bride, as she babe him for the
last time farewell
twe,emon b aftsrwsrd, he was anguish
rng IN the dungeon Of the Essl-s chained
and hopeless captive.
CHAPTER II.
All heeter far Il an ieeiesi storm or steed,
or tie death uey bear,
The heart, winch tender thought clothes. like =
dove,
With tie wings Of care"
The sultan s4s wear, ~e.r. Of bis hiv
rs sd his founalns-ot h ; dreams and his
dancing. elfie-ni his haren and h,mself-
The bsrque !4y untou neu before bim: The
rich chihuuque was cast ASIDE. The cooling
sher bet shon- IA VAIN.
The Almas tripped. with tink'ing feet.
Unmarked their motions light and feet.
HIS slaves lrembed al his presence; for 8
dark cloud hung lowering on the brows Of the
great Lord OF The East, aud they knew, from
experience, that there we're both thunder and
tightening to come ere i, d spersed.
But . sound Of dslan, paln,ive melody vas
heard. A sweet voice singing TO a Lutte
The sultan hs'ened. Brng h,hsr the mo.
sirel,' he SAID, 10 a subdued tone, and lovely
far haired, boy, IN pages dress Of pale green
SIX, vas led bushng INTO the presence.
Sing 10 me chld, .srd the Lord of the
East. And the youth touched his lutte, with
grace and wondfous skill, and sang, 10 acceuts
soi, as The ripple of rll.
THE vIoLET's LOVE.
Shall I tell what the violet said 10 the star
wnus she gazed Though her tears on MS beauty,
afar
She sang, but her singing was only sigh,
And nobody heard it but Heaven, Love, and /;
A Sigh full of fragrance and beauty, it stole
Through the stiffness up, up to the stars bsaming
soul
She sang-.Thou art glowing with glory and m ht.
And I'm but flower, frs, lovely and light
ask not thy pity. seek not NY emile;
| ask but 10 worship thy beauty awhile;
To sigh 10 thee. sng to thee. bloom for thine eye,
And when thou art weary, 10 bless t. ZEE and die
Shall | tell what the star 10 the violet said,
While ashamed meath his love. look, she hung her
young head
He ssng-hut his singing was only ray.
And none but the flower and heard the dear lay.
How il thrilled as it fell, in It's melody clear,
Through The little heart, hsavIng with rapture ant
fear
An no love. dare not too tender too pure
For me TO betray, were the words he said 10 her,
/ But as she lay listening that low lullaby,
/ A smile lit the tear in the iinid flowers eye;
I And when death had stolen Ter cauiy and bloom,
The ray came again to play over the tomb.
Laog ere they had ceased. The cloud IN TIT
sultau's eye had dissolved itself 10 tears
Never had music so moved hIs Sou. Tn
iu,e was nchanted The youih VAS PER-
~ho had lost his way Surely It mus, be so
Bltsng to me nov b. der s'raiL A.
he beautiful child flung back hrs 90 den curl
and swept The strings more proudly tina
before, and his o K clarion tone and his daf
STEEL blue eyes 4 ,sdtd With heroic FIRE as b
g sang
THE CRIMSON PLUME!
Oh. know We the knight. of The red waving plume
Lo his ii1fhnIng smile CLEANS through the battls
. wild gloom.
Like fash Through the tempest OH fly from TIL
> smile
+. It's the Wild FIRE Of f1ry-i' glows TO begule
Aud hIs sword wave Is dsatD, and his war cry
doom.
/, oh brave not the sht ofthe dark crimson plume
: His arm is a, black, as the blacklist midnight;
. HIS stced like The ocean foam. spo lessly white
His crert-a tIauehe6 tiger, WHO dreams Of her
' joy
It's motto Beware; fpr wake--to destroy"
And his sXofd.waye IS deata aud has war cry
doom!
Oh have not the knig oftie dark crimson plum
'Be Aiiahi thou ra,' G.selc IN thy voc'
1t my gne, ,ng. us grsnt.cp
Tears Of rapture sptuns 10 the eyes o' q