Southern reveille. (Port Gibson, Miss.) 1851-185?, 1852-04-21

departing day. that
"-Had reached her hand to don
Hercap but had not put it on;''
then assembling in the cabin,
"The lamps shone
Ger fair women and brave men,"
in profuse splendOr, adding new grace to their
bewitching charms that already fixed the eyes
and enslaycd the heart
"NIusic arose with its voluptuous swell.
Soft eyes looked love to eyes that spake again, p
and dance and merriment beguiled time Of its
tediousness. Gay and happy faces whirled in
the giddy dance, or sat reclining on the sofas
there; but the eye would mark but few Of
those forms to fix them firmly beneath the
look Of memory, and impress their images
there; yet these few would be so securely
fixed upon its plane by the peculiarities about
them that no casualty could eiface their re-
memberance from the tablet of the mind
Far in the corner of that feating hall of fes-
tivity, sat a pensive female. Scarcely twenty
years had circled over her head, yet her droop-
ing eyes and clouded brow told that her heart
had tasted Of the bitter cup Of sorrow. She
reclned her head upon her hand and her dark
tresses fell over her white arm, and cast fit-
ting shade upon her regular features, on
which the lamp had otherwise shone in full
splendor, and it gave them a soft melancholy
that, above all things, love the most in wo-
men. Then can | sympathize with her; and
then my heart goes out in all its fullness Of
affection towards that pure being Of earth,
less earthly then than when in tie dance she
whirls her needless form at the sound Of un-
meaning music. Such sympathy and such
affection should any one have allowed to flow
for the beautiful but pensiye Angeline Marvin,
as thus she sat dropping in sadness, unregard-
ing the sweet strains and the joyous laugh
that rung from those about her.
In another part Of the steamer was a small
group Of men gathered in close and animated
conversation. Among them was one who
would most attract attention. lie was tall
and firmly built, with shoulders little stoop-
ing; was roughly clad, and his light hair was
confusedly hanging over his massy brow, be-
meath which hell was painted in his eyes.
Il say we must do it," said he clenching
his fists, and ferely gesticulating. 1T is our
only chance 1t is now or never"
"CoIburn, we should only work our own
destruction, replied another.
"Work our own destruction" exclaimed
he, with a grin Of contempt. Il could sloim
to the shore"
"WeIl, Colburne, as you please; you know
never back" replied the other; and the
group Immediately separated. some betaRing
themselves to the bar and some to the deck,
while Colburn, with dark brow, sought An
gcline Marvin as she sat retired from the fes-
tive throng. >
Let usturn back for period of nearly four
years Of the actors in our narrative. A beau
tiful mansion stands out in bold relief upon
commanding knoll near the city of Rochester.
This is the residence Of Mr.. Marvin. Hither
let us hasten on a delightful summer evening
and enjoy its charming prospects and the hos
pitality of its worthy master.
It was May, and all was gladness and har-
mony. The plants were springiug up along
the grayeled walks in the spacious garden,
and flowers were opening their smiling petals
and emitting their welcome odor to regale
the passers by, and the birds flew to and frow,
and expressed their unbounded joy. Emer-
ging from the shadow Of a ounce tree in
distant part of the garden, two forms at that
delightful moment, might have been seen
locked in each others arms, and slowly moving
towards the mansion. They we're lovers, and
the beautiful girl listened intently to catch
the words that her companion was pouring
into her ear He who was thus delighting
her with gentle words. was much taller than
the fair creature by his side, ard he bent his
head low down to breathe his syron tale Of
love, and their cheeks met, and we're allowed
to remain long in that close proximity. 1t
was Angeline Marvin and George Colbourn.
He had breathed his hearts passion to her,
and had sought her love in return. 1t had
freely been given; and in the fond hope Of
unfading bliss they were talking Of the golden
hours and the nuptial scenes soon to come.
Only few days was to intervene. and their
desires we're to be consumated. But what is
that unusual rustling in the arbcr near them ?
Listen Ithas ceased now. The lovers were