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II was not long ago thatI was chatting
with my .blud-eyed cousin Adele, about sto.
III EF4 l4saFtalr I'VE tba qlJnSag
would only excite IN me smile, but that
a woman's hthrt would understand them
| took the extracts fronl her, and read the
following
'Adelc!-lI am here in my little room,
overlooking the stream upon whose bank
you and | Easo lain for many sweet hour
f plays the same old tune, and il glides Just
as fast as it used TO do, And flowers over
hanging its banks, and tremblo upon its
bosom. @
The trocs are all blossoming, for to day is
May day anditbe children are wild with joy
| 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 to-day,
young man lyi tie name Of Henry Dayen-
port engaged rooms for the season at the
village hotel Uncle William was introduced
to-him il New York last winter, but knows
nothing. mort Of him. lie invited him 10
Agatha's parity and We girls Lad him pre-
sented TO uss He is very handsome, and
what is better, has noble soul There is,
however, a look of defiance upon his face,
and not littlo pride in his heart
This has been the origin Of a. party of
conspirators among US girls, and We are
bound to corhner his heart. Our names
are written id 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 Pnly in sport, hut / guess we
will show Mn Davenport that he is not as
ont & la tl.;aEe No. Nav Rlico
is first on the list, and l am next
May l0th-Mary is not successful-or
at least she has given up her attempt And
now | am toEtry. What, if in gaining his
heart, | should lose my own Never fear.
l2th.-I yesterday was beautiful day
Adele If You will listen to me, will tell
yon Of yesterday. Early in the morning /
sauntered out carclessly, book in hand, for
stroll in the public garden. 1t was very
sweet morning, and tile birds sang swectly,
and Twas merry too, for do not walk in the
garden without purpose I was merry, and
50 | tripod earelessly along the grayeled
walks, until ! came to the bower where the
spring is hidden among the shrabbery that
surrounds II; and who should / meet but
Harfyt Ilttered an apology for my intru.
sion, but hefarose and asked me 10 sit on
the bench in The bower. | don't know why
but bluslea-I who came to Law snare
for him feltSvery much like being shared
myself. There is something in his dark
passionate eye that makes my heart throb
faster than when / am alone in nv chamber
He was reading St Agnes Eve, he
said that exquisite poem of poor Keats.
and he promised that if / would meet linn
on the morrow, here, he Wpuldread ii to me
And have promised to meet him here "a.
morrow-do hot fear for me, for I guess
dln1 love him yet, dear Iguess mol
Ct
< 9t6th-Four days have passed since /
wrote you last I told you that / had
promised to meet Henry in the bower ia
| hear him read St Agnes Eve 1 met
him there before the dew was of the grass
| TIE brooklet murmured sweetly. and the
/ little birds tWittercd and chirped away hap
| piiY-and-I will confess til was happy
With bis rich, melodious voice lie read
| that delicious poem. and found that had
never knownthe half Of the beauties it con
tains. wish you could hear him read it
! Adele, for his voice brings to the surface ey
cry hidden beauty
When lie had finished it, he timidly
| glanced at rte-for You know such sweet
things leave q something 10 the heart that
makes one timorous-he timidly glanced d
| me and closed the book Iessayed to prais.
the poem and his voice, but stammerinf
came upon my tongue and felt the blood
rush TO my checks And thcn-hut I vii