Glasgow weekly times. (Glasgow, Mo.) 1848-1861, 1852-12-16
From the Boston Olive Branch.
THE OLD DOCTORS STURY.

The stars burned with lustre peculiar TO
the autumn skies; clear, mild atmosphere
gave most refreshing elasticity TO my spir
its, and | wandered from home, scarcely
knew why, and found myself, after a leis-
ure walk, near the Old fashioned burial
ground OF Dalston village. l was happy
mani was really and professionally an
IN. D." What directed my steps TO the
lovely rural burial ground, | cannot now
tell, but as surely as | live, now believe
some mysterious agency shaped my course.
The gate was open, the walks gittered in
the strong light, the shadows leaned down
from the trees and frescoed the smooth
gravel with quaint tracery, the buds and
flowers grew around in dark masses upon
the gently curved mounds. l knew they
were flowers, for their fragrance BETRAYED
them-seemed whispering in their silent
language 10 the beautiful dead below. In
my youth | was fond of symbolising; every
thing inanimate had its type in some ideal
or oriental fancy; this evening | felt like a
poet.
| sauntered carelcssly along the side
where a hawthorn hedge twined its firm
tendrils together, dragging my cane after
me, musing in careless reverie. Suddenly
| paused; Judge LIS beautiful lot was di-
rectly before me-its little silver fountain
bubbing up and breaking into white glob-
ules that glistened like hear frost. Here
leaned by huge elm and closed my eyes
as the wild magic breathing of a flute, skill
fully touched, came upon me. | think that
was the most blessed hour of my existence;
for, minglng with that plaintive melody,
came bright gentle face, with sparkling
eyes, and cheeks Just crimsoned enough to
resemble two pale rose leaves flushing the
purest snow. Oh! how loved that sweet
May Kendall! idolised her, and egotiSt
that was, fancied that my unspollen pas
sion was returned. But will not linger;
in those few moments | was pouring my
very soul in the heart that | fondly iancied
as youth will sometimes, was in kind OF
spiritual presence, ever beside me.
Ny revere was broken by the approach
of stranger, and light, silvery laugh
shut out the music of the fute-lor it was
so like Mays SO ringing, so joyous. Pre-.
sently, as the fine, manly form drew nearer
| recognised the features Of one who haC
been my college mate two years before.
would have sprung forward TO meet him
his name was trembling on my lips. when {
sight arrested my attention that chilled my
blood. and my teeth chartered with a sudder
and freezing fear. The two had come al.
most beside me, and there stopped, charm
ed with the little sylvan spot; the lady heiS
her hat by the strings. one arm passed
confdingly through that Of her companion
4 and when she turned her radiant face TO
wards me-who was concealed by the sha
dow-I recognised in the full flood o
moonlight, May Kendall. | do not like
even at this late day, TO review the feelings
that shook my frame when | heard sucl
words of tenderness TO each other, in sub
dued and happy tones; deathly faintnes
came over me, as gathered from their lip
the knowledge that they were betrothed
: and when that passed off, fierce reveng,
sent the blood boiling through my veins.
Once. | would have leaped upon him ant
demanded my May, my love, without whom
my life would be a curse and the world
; dread blank. But then, by what righ
; could call her mine? True, she had beer
} kind to me, but never more than her nader
modesty might we'll beseem her conduct
Now knew--God forgive me for the rag
that tugged at my heart strings as | though
it-why she had talked of Frederick; oh
, fool that / was not to comprehend; sh'
smiled upon me because | was his friend
: because had ever some some sweet recol
: lection to tell some comely virtue to prais
and blinded by my own blindness, if
may so speak, fancied she loved me.
How did | command myself enough sti
to stand motionless, even till | learne
the day and the hour that the weddin