Semi-weekly Camden journal. [volume] (Camden, South-Carolina) 1851-1852, 1851-08-26

1t was bright evening in the month of June,
when my chaisa stopped at the door of a neat
! hotel, in the beautiful village of German with
in few miles of Paris. lnever shall forget my
arrival there; it was one of those clear, calm,
silent evenings, that seem to lull every care
that can agtate the human soul into repose,
and make man forget the anxieties and vicssl-
tudcs Of life. Ihad been seated in the private
parlour, into which was shown'by the land
lord, but short time, when the door opened,
and pretty little girl, with a French COM
plc:ion and black eyes, entered the apartment:
she was dressed neatly in white, and appar-
emily with much c.re; SO much so, that was
induced TO say ..- :.
You are gem to a wedding. my pretty lass.
OH 40 SIR replied tho girl wlii; an air OF
melancholy. i wish it were; butit is to tue
cral AIN going.
..,nd whose fi;acr;,! do YOU attend! inauir
cd
'.,arcttc I.a:auuv's,' returned the girl.
and who was Annette LaranneH
,'Anuette-rnor Annette, replied the girl,
her black eyes .Iling with tears j thought eve
" body knew her and her sad storys''
| now became deeply Interested; there was that
in the nauncr of the girl, which induced me 10
b lrvr Anactt"s WAS no common story; aud
that belief was afterwards confirmed. can.
not yive the tale il the arlless and touching
way in which Marie BeauchanIp tior that was
the Urls namrl told it. wish could; there
WAS Il feeling ia its ar;icssacss, that 10 heart
could have resisted; aud many time when
looked upon the black eyes Of iiarie, and saw
them filled with tears, passed my hand over
my own, and found they were likewise filled
with similar drops Of sympathy ;:ud pity.
There WAS one louc beautiful cottage in Ger
main inhabited by an old soldier named Laran.
ne, lis wife, and the lovely but unfortunate An.
nette They were all happy-thc parents of
the girl fouud felicity in that Of their child and
their chlds happiness in that her parents. She
WAS gay, Young, innocent and artless; every
morning and evening she walked in her smiling
garden, supporting hear aged parents, and enli-
vening them with her lark,liko song; and there
was not alp in the whole village that did not
praise Annette Laramie, nor heart that did not
acknowledge and admire llcrvirtucs. But clouds
came over the life Of the fair girl, and blighted
her happiness and broke her heart. Annette
never knew sorrow, until she loved; and she
felt it not then. for young love ever hopes, and
the magic influence OF hope sleeps all sorrow
in torgetfulness. Felix LeBland resided in the
same village with Annette, and was in every
way worthy Of her affections they loved mu-
tualy, and were betrothed with the approba-
ton of their parents But Fate, which never
permits the stream of young affection to glide
/; long without some agitating storm, had de.
t,rmined to prevent their union, and rob poor
Annette Of the jewel Of her mind--hcr reason.
There was "a beautiful grove in the vicinity
of Annctte's cottage, where often, after having
first walked with her parents in her garden, she
would stray at the purple hour OF evening
with her lover; then her young heart was ever
opened to receive his offerings OF affection,
ever ready to acknowledge them and yield their
fond return. There is not in life a moro de-
lightful picture, than the pure love OF Two young
and innocent beings, developed in every ac-
ton of their existence; unsullied by gross
thoughts, interest or passion; regarding only
their cwn loves; endeavorng only to promote
their own happiness, and that of those by ma
ture or friendship rendered nsg>and dear,to
them.
One evening, as they were walking in that
grove, when Nature seemed to smile more
beautifully, and their own hearts to throb more
happy than they were wont to do, tho sky
snddcnlv became overcast, and threatened
storm. Ii was not long before loud and
startling thunder clap told that the tempest
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