Lynchburg Virginian. [volume] (Lynchburg [Va.]) 1829-185?, 1851-06-09


water-hly to the pure surface2 As ",
gaze on her, methinks her beauty hra ero.y,
more earnest IN its character, than whc,
we last safe beside her. in that fairy sum
mer bowet, and wove legends with on
garlands, and blended song with the min
strelsy of bird and bee. She is alone now
but radian; visions and beguiling shapes
> are encircling her, and keeping her brieh
company. Their influences are resting o,
her features, bathing them in food ofrays
and lending to her countcnance that lustre
which the summers sun scatters over the
sky he approaches-gold-t tinted, rainbow
dyed heralds, which company with the
dawn, to proclaim the pomp and pageant.
ry of noon-day. Like such an auspiciou.
Aurora, did Alethe's beaming couiltenanc,
foretell truly FURNISHED hours for lfe's ar.
dent noon? We shall seel
Behold her now, as she sits in solitude
and silence! There is restless quiverina
OF the tringed and veined eyelids, as they
droop over the orbs beneath, and a glitter
ing tear hangs pendant from the downcast
lash, trembling over the Illuminated check,
IKEA rain-drop suspended from the archine
cloud, and half-merged in the sunset glores
OF the horizon beneath. The huctuatinn
TINT OF that cheek-the dawning smile upon
the lip, seem to cay that the humid eye has
overhowcd with happiness, and that those
sparkling tributes, gemming the dropping
lids, are rendered TO joy, and not to sorrow;
while the hali-.ecumbent figure, with its
wavy, willowy outline, and the cloud like
masses Of dark brown hair, in the a5aaaoa
OF attitude, and exuberarce Of ne gligencc,
tell of redundancy oibhss--a superlluitv
Of happiness. Need say Aleihe loges?
Loves, with passion, beauteous in its
mighi-holy in its ecstasy The gates of
her youths Eden are uncosed before her,
and, another Peri, her heart sings loud
songs Of triumph. as she feels She has
won her Paradise! she iores-ShctSbelored.
two points in womana history, whose o.
penngchapters demandno stylus less glow
ing than sunbeam, to register them, but
whose cndings are oitimes chronicled with
the ensanguined drops from broken heart.
Shall such be the fate of love so beautiful
as that which is awakened in Ale,he's bo-
som? A love which owns no weak infancy
no feeble youth-but which has leaned
from inception into maturity, like light from
chaos-hke the Cyprian Goddess from the
blllows, alI-arnoured with beauty-rcady-
9lrded with strength, like Palas, fun
grown, full armed, from the brow Of .Jove
Amor, chapPona enuto,
Gia grunde yoia, eia troAia, aYipato.n
!
less waters, whose NAMES had else slept in
silence, tremblc to quench the tide which
has welled forth, in one sparkling current,
at thy bidding! Thou, who has entered the
sanctuary Of bosom, which Peace, and
Innocence, like Twin CheruLims consecra-
ted and guarded, trclnble TO shrine on its
pure altars, false, images, and mockinp
idols, which shall crumble into dust before
the gaze ofthe worshipporl Tremblo, lest
for these things, God call thee into iudg-
ment, lest He turn the sweets Of thy dear
est joys into bitterness, and change Thy sun
shine into the lighinings which shall con-
sumo thee!
Its the season Of light, and ofblossom-
OF waving trees, and balmy zephyrs-thc
iiowery Spring time is walking abroad up
on the earth-Nature spreads her verdant
carpet for the dainty footsteps ofthe young
Goddess Of the year, and she waves be,
fore her green boughs and blossoming
branches, as trlumphal palms. Yonder is
an Arcadian nook in this cubayrqs des yjch-
esscs, to which | would turn your regards.
ltlch masses Of forest foliage intertwine in
one luxuriant tissue, and the tender green
OF the maple blends, and mclts III soft era
datlons, with the darker tints Of the oak.
and the yet more sonbrc colouring Of Tie
fragrant cedar tree. Blossoms Of brilliant
dye have tapestlicd these leafy payiions,
and ncensed garlands droop pendant from
umbrageous canopies, beneath which Ma
ture seems to keep her festival, as in u ban
quet chamber. Silver waters are flashing
and Ginning near, and fairy barks, Their
white sails tapping lazily 10 the ftful even
]ng zcphyrs, are lolling gracefully on the
rivers bosom. On d rustic seat beneath
the shadowy boughs Of the trees Alcthe
sits beside her lover. There is that same
angelic rapture--that deep transcendant
JOY upon her countenancc, which irradia.
ted it when last we bcheld her. A tender
smile is cleaning upon her lip, but her eyes
are downcast, and the silken lash throws
its shade upon her blushing cheek. What
is Il which detains the downward glance,
and keeps the vein-traced eyclids trem.
bling, and dropping over those luminous
orbss Seel upon the lily hand which lays
confdingly in that Of her lover, there is
beaming the cfulgence Of rare and gor.
geous gem--clasPlngone snowy finger, the
rainbow hues ofa splendid opal are glow
ingand sparkling, and as the tremor ofhap-
piness quickens the pulse Of that little hand,
the tell-tale jewel betrays the quivcring
movement, catching and imprisoning at
every vibration a new and lusiIious ray
Hush! she speaks, and though the folds Of
her downcast lids are still yelling the star
ry night of her eyes, one can well imagine
their liquid tenderness from the gentle
tones, as rife with love as the warblinq
notes the Nightingale chants to the Rose
Beautiful! beautiful exceedingly" and
she pauses momentarily, to look more
closely at the respondent jewel, "but its
brllllance is too changeful, too varying-I
have heard it ID weird gem, and Is its
hues are shifting, SO does It typify change
in the loved and trusted, therefore would
not hold 50 fatal a talisman from you.-
Maagel ah" and a shudder creeps over
her slight figure as she draws closer and
more conGdingly to the manly form beside
her.
"CHaage2 uh. mention it rot, Alethe be-
lovedi Can the we've change to the moon.
beam wien it leaps upward to caichl Can
,he flower close its petals to the kiss OF the
golden sunlight, or the green bough turn
aside its leaflets, from the rain-drops Tor
,rhich tie hnf mon ~ ~ h ,,n,..1 (Innrnl