Burlington free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1827-1865, 1851-12-26

.Do YOU know, with any certainty, in what
loncuaGe Adam dec Jared his love to Eve -
incurred |. one day, from a phoOgist of my
acdu.intance. put nv question with 50 muct
earncstness that he answered quite seriously
YES. to be sure he made his declaration OF
love in precisely the same language as that III
which she accepted him."
A profound answer he only pity IS that
was not much wiser for It But 1t is altogeth
er IA pity--a very great plty--that we know So
| little about the love-mlkings before the Flood
| If ANYBODY could meet with love stotr OF
/ that date, it would have more freshness and
novelty in it than can be found in any Of our
modern novels. ndreally that loye-maknc
in the morning of tlm,, in the groves Of Para
disc, it must have been quite cut Of the COM
mon way,
All. there breathes still in this world-seve-
raj thousand years old though it be-a gentle
gale of the sprng-tme of Paradise through
the life of every man at the moment when he
SAYS II love | am beloved"
Yes; thrills through every happy son Of
! Adam at the moment when he finds his Eve
! But Adam himself was, in one respect, better
off than any of his SONS; for as there was only
one Ege he could make no mistake; neither
could She on her side, have either choice or
repentance. But we-our name IS Legion,
and 1t is not easy for US to discover who, III the
swarm of the children Of Adam, is the right
partner for US. Ii every one would scrIou> y
confess his experience IN this respect, it would
no doubt be both instructive and amusing -
And as know no other way IA which can in
struct or amuse the word, will now sincerely
confess what mistakes ] made when | searched
for HIy Eve, whom first adored IN the person
of Rose Ervan.
want words to describe her. She had fas-
cinated me when was but cadet: she be-
witched me before had lett the fourth Glass;
And of a truth, there never did exist Il young
lady more dangerous to youth Of lively i'm
agnaton. Her coquetry was so natural, SO
mlXed with goodness ana childish grace, thrt
It was impossible to regard 1t as anything more
than the most angelic innocence At the mllta-
ry academy saw i'll my books her name, and
nothing besides, If drew plans Of forthca-
tons and tortrcsses, Rose stood in the middle
of my circles and quadrants, and the only line
that perceived clearly was the road that led
to her home-the verdurous Greendae.
Greendule was cheerful place, where there
were always guests aud parties. And wnen
the young people wished to have an excursion
on the water, or any other entertainment, | it
was vino always planned everything, and pro-
posed it to the old Baroness, the mother, for
whom all the children enteltlned a very con.
siderable and wholesome -espect. On these
occasions she used to say. "Aly dear sir, if you
are with the children will permit it; ilr
trust to you, aud know that you will take care
Of them"
"Yes to be sure" | replied, though TIE
truth was could not take care of myself, and
never took notice OF anybody or Of anything,
excepting Rose,
Many one was fascinated Just as was fas-
cinated; but persuaded myself that was the
only lucky fellow who had her prcfcrence-
Once was made terribly jealous. certain
Mr. /. IA professor ct languages, beIieye)
came to Greendale, played, sung and chattod
French and Immediately Rose forgot me, to
chat and play, and sing with Mr.. r., making
herself altogether As charming to h IN as she
had hitherto been to me. | was desperate =
went away over meadows aud fields; saw ncIth-
er hedges nor gates, stumbled into bitches and
brooks, and reached home furious as blum
derbus. But behold, Mr., II. was gone and
Rose was again charming to me, and | was
instantly as much under her fascination as ey-
er fully convinced that it was all my fault, and
that ! was Turk, a monster-nay, quite AN
After had sighed and burned a consdera-
BILE time, made up my mind to proceed to the
declaration of my love. 1t is true was still
very young, not tnree-and~twenty but tho't
myself quite old enough, being Lieutenant.
the son of a father who always spoke of "lnv
wife" as the greatest happiness of his life be-
sides which mad derived from my home the
most beautiful impressions of domestic life -
Hence always represented to myself the
highest good in the world under the image of
"my wife"
Having duly considered the various forms Of
love proposals, went one fine day to Green
dale, carrying with me, and near to my heart, a
moss-rose in garden-pot. The roads wer,
execrable, and | was well nigh shaken to pie
ccs but the smile Of ny beautiful rose would
was well assured, reward me for all nv trou
BILE. In Imagination leard myself constantl,
asseverating 81 love ytu~ and heard her e.;
constantly replying owe you" As regarde,
our domestic establishment, had not as va
thought as much aboutit as one of our fayort
bards, who before he married provided himse
with a cask of flour, acofice pot and irwin!
pan. thought only f"a cottage and heart