New Orleans daily crescent. [volume] ([New Orleans, La.]) 1851-1866, 1852-11-22
LOVE I'm THE WOODS;
q, tho Lily Of the Valley.
"What an angel, z 1..lss u

ssWhat an angelp
Say rather q lily Of the valley Y
The speakers were two young sportsmen in the
Highlands Of Scotland, who, wearied BY a long
days shooting, were approaching o hillside
spring famous for the GOODNESS and pureness Of
Is waters. They had just reached the brow Of
III elevation overlooking the rural fountain,
s when the sight of q young CIR. in the first blush
q womanly beauty, sitting by the spring, drew
these ejaculations from them in succession AS
they spoke they stopped, bysa common impulse,
to gaze on the fair vision a moment before II
should be dissipated, which they knewtit would
on their appearance
The young girl assitting on D low rock thai
# rose By the aide Of the fountain. her dimpled ell
bow resting on the cliff, her head resting on le1
hand. The attitude was one Of natures OWE
choosing. and graceful in the extreme, as all
such natural postures- are The figure Of the
maiden was slight and sylph- like, yet exquisite
J. " proportional, nor could Canova have model
ID bust Of more undulating outline, or round-
\ e. and fairer arm But it was the face that,
after Ill, fixed the mems attention. "A shade Of
e pauAfy6ness hung over it for the time, as if a
gentle melancholy took part in the reverie of the
young girl; but it was plain to see, from the
5 mirthful blue eye and the dimple of the chin,
TINT the usual expression was one of happiness
u and glee. Her hair was golden in color, and
ders The small, delicately closed mouth the
1 nose that .rivaled in straightness that of Gre
ciaA Venus and the clear, brilliant complexion
! formed together breathing picture Of female
4 loveliness such as no ideal painting could have
xivaled
b s See, was not right Y said the last Of the
NO speakers, in a whisper to his companion
She has been gathering lilies there are some
still in her hand, and q bunch nestles in her
bosom. but only to be outyied by tile purity
around iii.
s Yes, Duncan, she is more than an angel
che is peerless Scottish lass "a lily of the val
1ey indeed: What q pity that SO much beauty
Vas not noble born!'
V !. Tush r replied his companion impatiently !;
8 Burns says:
The rank is but the guinea stamp,
the mans the gowd for o. that 4
and, to my thinking, Q lovely woman is born
countess ct least II she has graces of mind equal
! to those Of person. Bullet us descend.
He had been carelessly leaning on his Gun as
! Ne spoke, and now, preparatory to proceeding,
threw 1t on his shoulder. Unfortunately, the
trigger caught In bramble, the piece went off
the load lodging in his side. He staggered and
fell q
g Good HeayensN cried bis companion, spring
ing to bis side and lifting the wounded man up.
Arc you killed Do you hear me, Donald I
signs Of life in his friend, sswhat shall we do 7
He is dead or dying, and no aid to be had for
miles
The young girl we have described had been in
profound reyerie, but at the report of the gun
she started like q frightened bird looking wildly
around to see whence it proceeded In mo-
ment she caught sight of the wounded man lying
on the heather above her, whilst his friend,
kneeling on one knee supported the head OF the
sufferer. As soon rs the sportsman saw the girl
was watching him, he shouted and waived his
arm for help
hen was womans ear deaf to the call of suf-
teYing The timid Scottish maiden, who was
on the point Of flying, now turned and began to
ascend the hillside, feet and graceful as q
young doe.
Ny. poor friend,a said the sportsman, po-
iitely doffng his hat as she approached, sc has
met with On unfortunate accident, and do not
know what to do or where to bear him.
"A deep blush dyed the girls cheek as she en-
conntered the gaze Of the stranger sbut it passed
Of Immediately, and with a presence of mind
worthy Of an older person, she stopped down to
see If the wounded man was dead
e The face she beheld was as handsome and
manly q countenance rs the sun ever shone
upon and, perhaps she thought SO, for the
blush again came to her cheek The features
were cast in lofty, almost heroic mould, and
elevated, something above the mere fine gen
tleman, which was evidently his social rank
he breathes still. she said, as she broke off
delicate leaf from one Of her lilies and held it
to his nostril and looking at his companion, she
continued, Do you think you could carry him
10 the spring n tE
The sportsman answered by carefully lifting
ms friend in his arms aud bearing him down the
hill side, the young girl following
inn ,n,.n ell,
slightly elevated bank, g and lean his head
against the rock Every thing depends now on
your getting surgeon soon,n continued she
II You will follow that path to your right,
around the turn of the hill, you will find our
cabin There is a little pony there which you
can take, and ride to the little town of Aber-
nethy, some five miles off, where, fortunately.
physician may be had. At the cabin you will
linda shepherd or two-tell them to bring some
bed clothes and a settee, on which to carry your
friend to the house It is an humble place, but
better than the hillside By the time you get
back with the surgeon, we shall have the friend
safe IN q comfortable bed, and hope, doing bet
ter"
She spoke with such quick perception of
what was best to be done, and did it so COM
posedly, that the sportsman, who had expected
70 see her frightened and embarrassed, was lest
IN admiration, and submitting himself entirely
to her guidance, hastened to execute her com.
mission
When he had vanished around the hill, the
young girl took some water in her hands and
began to battle the face of the wounded man.
But he still lay insensibIe After having per-
sisted IN her task for some time, without any
signs Of Life being perceptible, the tears began
to fall thick and fast from her lovely eyes.
Alas J" she said, &c he is dead! What if he has
. mother or one dearer still. And yet but half
an hour ago he was in full strength and pride of
manhood. 1t cannot bel have heard,o she
continued eagerly, as if sudden thought had
struok her. and she began to tear open his vest
70 get at ne wound, .sthat my grandsire died
at Cailoden from the blood coagulating in the