Fremont weekly freeman. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County, Ohio) 1850-1853, 1851-07-19
WINNING 4 HEART.
BY W. D. BArTIETT.

with my DIue-eyeQ COUSIN Au6Ie, aUOub SlOfy
writing, when she gave me the following ex
tracts from letters that she had received from
an intimate acquaintance, saying to me as she
gave them, that perhaps they would excite
in me smile, but that woman's heart would
understand them. -
/ took the extracts from her and read the
following: - 81 bs.asi.,s sispet7.as
Ii am here in my little room, over
looking the stream upon whose bank you and
have lain for many sweet hour 1t plays,
the same old tune, and it glides just as fast as
il used to do. And flowers oyerhang its banks
and tremble upon its bosom. i
The trees are ali blossoming, for to day4is
May-day, and the children are wild with jny.
| am alone now as the sun is setting, and
wish you were here. There is a new conner
in our little village A week ago 10 day. a
young man by the name of Henry Davenport
engaged rooms for the season at the village
hotel. Uncle. William was introduced to him
| in New York last winter But knows moth
| ing more of him. Heinyited him to Agatha's
party, and we girls had him presented to US.
He is very handsome, and what is better has
noble soul. There is, however. alook of de-
fiance upon his face, and not little pride in
his heart This has been the origin Of par
! ty of conspirators among US girls, and we are
bound to conquer bis heart Our names are
written in due order, and we are each to take
our regular turn at trying to win his heart
and report progress to the band. Now, we
are only in sport. but / guess we will show
Mr.. Davenport that he is not as dependent as
he thinks he is. Mary Bliss is first on the
list and am next af sIanH8sSE
May loth.-Mary, is not successful--or at
least has given up her attempts And now /
am to try. What if in gaining his heart I
should loose my own. Neverfear.'
i12th.--Y esterday was a beautiful day,
Adele. If you will listen to me. I will talk to
youof yesterday. Earlyain the morning i
sauntered out carelessly, book tn hand, for a
istroll in the public garden. 1t twas avery
lsweetmorning, and the birds sang merrly,
and was merry too, for do not walk in the
! garden without purpose. was merry, and
so tripped earelessly along the gravel walks,
until 1 came to bower where the spring is
hidden among the shrubbery that surrounds
lit: and who should meet but Harry Z I ut
tered an apology for my intrusion. but hearose
and asked me to sitdown on! the bench in the
bower. don't know why-but blushed-=
! |, who came to lay snare for him. felt very
much like being shared myself There was
something in his dark, passionate eye that
makes my heart throb7faster than when am
alone in my chamber tai fs5l a5l g..
tHe was reading st Agnes Eve, hesaid
that exquisite poem of poor Keats and he
promised that if | would meet him tomorrow,
here, he would read it to me. And have
promised to meethirh here to nnorrow--do NOT
lfear for me, for guess L don't love him yet
dear Adel--I guess don't love him yeti
l5th.-Four days have, passed away since
wrote you last, told you that had prom
Used to meet Henry in the bower, to hear him
read st Agnes Eve / met him there be
fore the dew was off the grass. The brooklet
Imurmured sweedy. and the flowers smiled
and the little birds tEittered and chirped away
HAPPY and II will confess it'll was happy
With bis rich melodious voice he read thai
delicious poem, and / found that had neyel
known the half of the beauties it contains.
wish you could hear him read il, Adele, fo
his voice brings to the surface every hidder
! beauty. .s,a as bits
when he had 6nisedit he timidly glanced
, at me-for you know such sweet things leave
a something in the heart that makes one tim
, orous-he timidly glanced at me and closee
the book, Iessayed to praise the poem and hi
voice, but stammering came upon m.
tongue, and felt the blood rush to my cheeks
, And then-but will nottell you how Leon
trived to fly away from my awkward situation
! That night was obliged to report to tht
band-I am afraid deceived some of them.
Goth. Adele! shall let you gaze at m,
! heart? Can helpi for Icommenced tell
ing you of my wild adventure of charming, 10
but wait a moment and will tell you all
my dear and long trid friend. Yesterday, a
l sat by Henry's side in the bower, he gav'
me rose bud. ! knew its language, and th'
secret, and the secret of my soul ran foolishl1
from my heart 70 my face. My deep bushes
he said. embolden him. and he knelt befort
me and told me that he loved me, and asket
;, me if | could love him, What could / dc
! Adele, frightened as was but murmur yes
and lay my head upon his bosom? When
heard the beating of his noble heart, then,
never before, l knew that / loved him.. Yol
never did hear the birds singas they did then
5 and the little brook frolicked ever so gleeful
: w., ] am haPpyl I,need not tell you so. fo
u You will know it without This world is
: bright one. for all that the misantkropes say
l guess that they never sing for them, fori
; they did they couldn't call this earth a mourn
I fal place. l.ea u W eeisa
i TO night have engaged to report to .th
7 band,' and what shall / do2 They Go no
dream that the charmer is charmed mus
: deceive them for this once, and 1 will pretent
to give up after now. Good night li Z 4.
2lst Adele! l am alone in my little room
: The music Of the little brook is sad to me POW
. The birds are all mocking my poor heart
: Adele! oh, my Adele my eyes wet this shee
when tel you that ! am very sad. The SUI
is gone out to me and it is so dark that wisl
to lean upon you-will you letlme, Adele?
But a few hours ago l was happier thai
e my canary bird, 3z,a t-r.a5.g as
S This morning Charlie brought me it'll
: note from Henry. Here it is. ssf IS
Mary yesterday a friend of mine toll
me to me to be careful how l gave my hear
t to your keeping, for you had been selected b.
y party of girls to win my heart in sport.
/ II Uould not could NOT heEeve shin-whel