The Davenport gazette., 1852-04-08
From the Boston Olive Branch. ]
The Doctors Story.

There are some seasons when The grave
ri seems peculiarly beautiful. When
he'd twilight wings her nolse!ess way
(on heaven 10 wrap The temples oi the
bad in her soft, transparent drapery, OF
l. pleasan, moon, lights up the messed
E,ycs. making luminous the faces OF the
Eauifai cherubs ti,t forever winged yet,
ever take their flight, il is sweet To wan
! n, the shaded isles Of the slurnbrous
Et,. and muse upon tie holy memories ol
departed.
The stars burned with lus're peculiar
autumn skies;a clear, mild atmosphere
,s most refreshing elasticity to my
biri,s;l wandered from home ! scarcely
Nv whg. and found myself ON leisure
htS ncar The old fashioned burial ground
OaII.ton Village. was a happy man;
H,sd received my diploma that day; J was
aiIy and professionally nm NJ. d. Wha,
.ecle1 IN. step, to The lovely, rural bnri,
grolal cannot tell, but as surely as
70, n1r believe some mysterious agency
PED ms course. The gate was open,
b. walks eiltered 10 the strong light, the
1sdoss leaned down from the trees and
escoed the smooth gravel with quaint
FseFy; the bads md flowers grouped in
ark masses upon the gently curved mounds
knew they were buds and flowers, for
ieir lr,grance betrayed them--seemed
Ehispering in their silent language 10 the
eluliiul dead below. In my youth ! was
pnlof symbolzing; every thing inanima,e
a3iIs type 10 some ideal or oriental fancy ;
il evening | felt like poet; my imagl-
,tla was as fertile yes thought as fer
es MIton's. il my ,houghts were not
,ublime. ! sanatered carelessly along
Be side where il hawthorn hedge twined
firm ,endrils together, dragging my
aae after me. musing in careless reyerie.
alienly paused; Judge LIS beautiful lo'
|ss directly before me, its little silver
Daa'an bubbIing up and breaking into
bite gIobules ,ha, glis.oned like boar frost.
lere leaned by huge and hoary olm,
I'D closed my eyes as the wild magic
Neahing Of flute, skillfully touched, float
through my dreaming brain. ! think
BIT vas the most blessed hour Of my ex-
lence, for mingling with that pluintive
he'ody, came bright, gentle face, With
parking eyes, and cheeks just crinsoHed
laoagh to resemble two pale rose leaves
l;hng the purest snow o! how | loved
pat swee, May Kendall; love! would J
oaIl think of some word that would ex.
'e% even more than alteration; forgetting
Pa, J ldo'ized her, and, egotist that | was,
0cIed that my unspoken passion was re.
rhed. But will not iinger; in those few
'nents was pouring my very soul into
0eaH that J iondly fancied, as youth
Y sometimes, was in kind Of spiritual
's..snce, ever beside me.
Ny reserie was broken by the approach
stranger, and light silvery laugh shu,
u The music Of the flute, for It was so like
llr,', SO ringing, joyous. Presently, as
me, manly form drew nearer, recog
1sa The features Of one who had been my
ussse mate two years ago; would have
'ang forward TO meet him; his anne was
Vn0Nns on my lips. when sight arrest
,ny attention that chilled my blood and
'ue NY teeth to chatter with sudden
ofsz,'ag fear. The two had come almost
I,',s n me, and there stopped, charmed with
n''e sylvan spot; the lady held her
~ the strings, ono arm was passed
llngfy through that Of her companion,
~ Nhen she turned her radiant face a.
s,o towards mel recognized in the full
~ ol moonlight, May Kendall. ! do not
Il y sven at this late day, to review the
..'ss that shook my frame when | heard
W murmnr such words Of tenderness
sa,n other in subducd and happy tones /;
asa'nIy talntness came over me as gath
~ rom their own lips tho knowledge
y 'ney were bethrotbed, and when tha,
~. s'su away, fierce revenge sent the
W y, boiling through my veins; once |
ra nave leaped upon him and demanded
nay, my love, wilhou, whom life would
curse, and tho world dread blank.
men BY wha, right could | call her