Camden journal. [volume] (Camden, South-Carolina) 1852-1852, 1852-10-12
From the Star Spanged Banner.
Marriage without Love.
BY MAY RITCHIE
BY MAY RITCHIE.
'Oi 'tis love- it's love- It's love
From woman's bright eye glancing; ;
OF It's love! It's loYel It's loyel

vi tS lOVel us lOVeI us love
From womans bright eye glancing;
0! It's love! It's lovel It's Lowell
Every heart entrancing.'
Thus breathed our village pet Elsie Whit
ney, as languidly she leant against the trunk of
a majestic tree, whose waving boughs refreshed
their verdant sprays by constantly imbibng
portion Of the ever-varying current beneath them,
She was alone, or thought she was, and there
fore continued chanting the remaining stanzas of
the favorite ballad that she had commenced.
But, as she was about finishing the following
lines:-
What melts the naughty beauty,
And conquers her disdain?
o! It's love! &C.
she heard low footsteps directly behind her, and,
in second the clear, ringing voice of female,
thus burst upon the tranquil air.
Ha, ha, ha a.! Miss Sentmentast, so you think
that love wiH melt the naughty beauty, and
conquer her disdain, eh 2
yes, Clara, for though you scom my asser-
ton, l wW repeat, as heretofore, that there is
such thing as pure, undying-
Love, you was about to add interrupted the
impatient Clara, but come she added, let's
haste TO the spot assigned us for sketching, else
tomorrow will find US with tasks uncompletcd
and lesson upon Incidence will consequently
ensue. By the way, don't you almost detest
our Governess? do, and am going to prevail
upon mama to procure better one she is so
ill-natured if we don't do everything just as she
says. O, 1 shall be so glad to get the old vixen
out of my sight.
But perhaps your mama will not think best
Yes, she will, she always lets me have every
thing as wish. But we must CO. And thus
saying, the half spoiled Clara Thurson, drew the
arm Of her gentle cousin-Elsie Whitney-with-
in her own, and then they hastily sought, through
the shady avenue, the romantic spot for the pur-
suance of their tastes.
As evening advanced, the maidens shaving
finished their rksome labor-slowly bent their
footsteps towards their home. They had been
laughing and chatting gaily upon their first leave
of the spot where they had been laboring so dill
gently; but as they drew near a little thicket,
through which the sheen waters Of the Merrimac
shone like halfconcealed mass of FURNISHED
silver, their thoughts took a different turn and
they conversed in more serious tone. Each
had, in turn, pointed out the beauty by which
they were surrounded; for both were passionate
admirers of natures works. And now, Elsie has
commenced conversing upon love, (her darling
topic) which I shall here produce in her own
language, together with the replies Of her friend
or cousin-Clara.
Il wish, Clara, that you believed as do about
love; then we should think alike in everything
| then
'Pshaw nonsense there's no such thing as
love. When get married (it ever do) it will
be merely to better my condition in life. Let's
see what I'll have when I'm Mrs. (somebody)-
phatons, steeds, positions, footmen, servants,
and
'Why, coz, you but jest!!
Never was more in earnest in my life. I
shall not be fastidious in my choice; so you per-
ceve that I shall stand good chance to have
everything as I desire. Age and appearance
are nothing to me, so long as wealth is in the
Golfer
IF that is your real opinion, Clara, Isincerely
commiserate the person destined for your future
husband. He will be most shockingly duped,
continued the speaker, at the same time raising
her eyes to the face Of her lovely companion