The Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1837-1867, 1852-09-25


lad never known an ungratificd wish. For i
une's silver wheel had gail y borne her over {
,cds of flowers, cheating her young heart of
ycariness and sorrow. Her whole life had
,een one bright gala-day, unshaded by want
,r disappontment-ho then could she sup
,ort such a change? Poor child, thought
Bertrand, her affection for me has led her
Dlndfoldcd into this vortex of desolation =
and fear her goldcn-winged spirit will break
in huttering to escape. o. my God, has my
love ruined her. Then | will restore her
YES, Tomorrow she shall return if her bright
eve languishes.
Here his painful thoughts were disturbed
as his naughty bay was rcined up to the little
portico; and Incz, eager to enjoy the rural
shades, extended both hands to alight.
1t must be understood that Florine Carlton
had been to the cottage the day previous to
superntend the arrangement of her sisters
household. Bertrand felt an unbounded
pleasure and surprise as they were ushered
into the little parlor, where the carpet was
strown with white roses, which sent up de-
licious incense upon the balmy summer air
which gaiy huttered through the soft muslin
drapery. The furniture was the choicest and
prctteSt, if not the most cXtravagant In the
centre of the room stood small marble-cres
ted table, tastcfully ornamcnted with elegant
volumes, and vases of sweet flowers, while at
the farther cnd as if demanding participa
ton in the festive scene, stood Florne's pia-
10. with "A bridal Gift for my sister" engrav
ed in letters of gold upon its polished front
a song from the bride ~ simultaneously
echoed dozen voices. while Bertrand led his
delighted Incz to the seat she had loved from
childhood
! Incz was very bcautiful-eigh ghteen rosy
summers had brought her maiden charms in
to rare perfection and while the innocence
of childhood still bcamed in her dark spirtu-
al eyes, the fire of woman's love was burning
there with an intense purity. Her hair, dark
and FURNISHED, was plainly smoothed from a
fair. open brow, and simply ornamented with
pearls, which sweetlv contrastcd with the jet
ty locks in which they clustered with such
graceful beauty Hers was face captvat-
inc indeed nut such as not to be described in
words in which modcsty and truth were the
distinguishing characteristics. With pleasing
and gentle manners, and form symmetrical
and tautleSS, she seemed designed by nature
to win the admiration of every eye, while her
personal attractions detractcd not single ray
from those intrinsic virtues which secured
her the warmcst friendship of every heart.
Bertrand gazcd upon her with unwonted
almiration-ncw and unuttcrable emotions
were yelling up in the youthful breast; the
vcstal flame rose to her manting check and
burned with an intense glow-tcars stole 81
cntly into her eyes, her warm lips quivcrcd,
and as the melting, trcmulous melody of her
voice fell upon his ravishcd ear, he whisper
ed to his bewildercd heart, ''hcr charms are
all my own"
'Nlany thanks for your sweet song, sister,
said Herbert Carlton, as he softly drew her
hand within his arm. and led her to seat at
the open window, "Allow me" he continued
''as your devoted and only brother, to chris
ten your romantic and destined to-bc Lowell,
retreat. Nay, do not smile Bertrand, (whoS,
temples were beginning to burn with wound
ed pride) while YOU have been rapt in musi
cal ecstacy, have been no less absorbed il
viewing the profusion of natural beauty whicl
surrounds us Look, Incz; Just on the 9th
cr side of this beautiful ground-plat whicl
your skillful hand will embellish with Flora
ornaments, a little stream is winding anon!
the foliage, purling and warbling along, as il
: a rufile had never passed over its glad bosom
From its opposite bank, extending to the wes
is graceful slope where the emerald spire
are gently undulatng to the breeze, and o.
its border grove of branching naples inter
cepts the bending sky. But more bcautifu
l than all is the glorious sunset which baptize
the whole scene with flood of ruby light !
0 See that rich bed of snow-white hollies thu
d cluster on the edge of the brook, making il
: silver ripples look as if they were blossomin
how the crimson glow is mantling the
d lovely petals as if to mock the soft blush "
S on your cheek, sister. You think me enthu
S siastic Bertrand, but Inez' sparkling ey'
d speak eloquently in my behalf
r ''Indeed, Herbert" interposed Florine, 81
/ cannot call you an enthusiast, when 20,
n poetic humor has merely invested these re
h charms with life and language which breatl
r into our hearts portion of their own love
J. ness ~
e NAY, nay, brother" said Bertrand, 81 81
n cerely thank YOU for the radiance you ha,
=, thrown around US. l am not insensble
4 the beauty of Natures "romantic retreats"
J. they afford me unbounded delight; but we
n you able to add to your glowing sketch,
J. more lavish display of art, perhaps our ia
l. Inez would value the picture more highly"
j. "You have not proved me yet" return,
% the bride,at once divining her husbands an
~ ious thoughts. 81 have somewhere read,
- domestic love- not in proud palace halls
Is often seen thy beauty to abide:
Thy dwelling is in lowly cottage walls.
at That in the thickets of the woodbine hide
n And now with your permission, Bertrand
c. will order Bessy to lay the table under