The Planters' banner. [volume] (Franklin, Attakapas Co., Lou.) 1849-1872, 1850-09-12

world, to return and spend the remain.
der of my life with her.
ErnSein completely interested. me,
and there was a union of sympathies
between him and Bertha. Their love
was beautiful episode in my hitherto
barren life. The florist, whose very
breath seems TO hang upon the open
ing petals of some favorite plant, never
watched their development more anx-
iously and fondly than did the affec-
ton of this young pair.
The ruin can produce its lichen and
gay flowers from the scanty soil afforded
by ACCIDENT. Like the ruin, my heart
bloomad in the midst of lis disappointed
hopes.
We made long stay at Baden, not
for the benefit of lis waters. but as
usual there were many of our country
men there, besides persons from every
country, with whom we enjoyed our
selves in various ways Bertha's beauty
attracted general notice, and this, where
so large a number of lovely women
were cngregated. proved my apprecia-
ton of her to be just But Ernstein
was no. himself. At times settled
melancholy would possess him. which
no effortof mine could dissipate. This
was strange. for there was nothing of
the vain coquette in Bertha, who re-
ceived he homage of her admirers
with cheerfulness and good breeding,
without invidious distinction.
Her spirits, however, were unusually
high; she danced much and spiritedly,
but it was only with the young baron
she would waltz. began to grow
weary al length of. his mood of love
and Jealousy, determining that if he
did not soon propose for Bertha, we
should separate.
The apwal came at last Ny little
sister, fol she was barely sixteen, told
the great tsecret with maidenly trepida-
ton. 1t vas also communicated TO our
distant friends.
The cathedral of Freyburgh. with
its huge, Gothic proportions-its So
lemn, majestic air, at this moment, rises
as palpably before me as though really
present
The memory of my sweet sister is
Intimately interviewer with this venera-
bic pile. Her love for it was romantic
and ethusnstic. Often have seen her
for hours, mute and motionless, watch
ing the twilight stealing TO its magnifi-
cent interior, involving in it picturesque
lights and shadows; and when the
pealIng organ broke the spell, tears
would steal over her soft cheek.
o, memory! memory! when thou un-
rolleth the tissue of by--one years. the
golden flowers studding it are but too
often overshadowed by the mournful
cypress, interviewer with them.
The old cathedral, in all its solemn
state, comes TO me now, but as a vast
filled with better recollec-
tions.
The only regular pursuit of Bertha
was the cultivation OF her musical
powers, and | have listened with de-
light to the exquisite notes, soaring in
unison from the tuneful voices of my
sister and her lover.
Still, in the midst of this seeming hap
piness some fatal remembrance would
come to young Ernstein, saddening his
gayest moments. Strange! This was
by Bertha, although pain
fully apparent to me; and now that the
baron was an accepted suitor, free from
the apprehensions of rivalry, his con-
duct was completely inexplicable. l
began to be alarmed. I watched him
and saw nothing but unabated
friendship towards myself and entire
devotion to my sister.
At one time thought would ques-
ton him on these fitful moods, but the
fear of appearing officious withheld me,
till at length it was settled in my mind
that Ernstein's melancholy was con-
Nearly a year had passed since our
leaving home. Bertha began to express
an anxiety to return.
The young German urged til CON-
pletion of his happiness, and i over
ruling every objection she could offer,
it was determined that the maria ge
should take place Immediately prior
to our return to England.
We were sojourning at the time in a
little village lying beneath the full gaze
of the Bernese Alps, and washed by
the romantic Aar.
1t was here that the marfisge of
Ernstein and Bertha was to besolem-
nized. The day was one of unequalled
beauty. Gloriously the SUBMITS of the
linked mountainsstood against the clear
sky; wherever the eye roved, it rested
on some exquisite feature Of the land
scape.
When Bertha appeared in her bridal
dress, the fine, Intellectual expression
Of her face was heightened by an air
Of quiet seriousness, united with conf
dence and love. The party was small,
only of ourselves, the priest,
and few others, and perfect stiffness
reigned in the chapel as the solemn rite