Cooper's Clarksburg register. [volume] (Clarksburg, Va. [W. Va.]) 1851-1861, 1852-05-05

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Ipot. Theroads were exeerable, and ] wa
well nigh shaken to pieces; but the smil'
ofmy beautiful Rose would, 1 was vel
assured, reward me for all my trouble
In imagination heard myself constantly
asseyerating "I love you r. As regard
ed our domestic establishment, I had no
yet thought as much about it as one ot
our favorite bards, who before he married
provided himself with eask of -four, 8
cofee-pot. and frying-pan. I thought
only of ga cottage and heart" saw
around my cottage multitudes ofroses, and
within it, my Rose and myself. As fol
every thing else, all would be provided fol
by my excellent father.
As soon as arrived at Greendale,
found there two other gentlemen quite as
much in love, and quite as much enchant-
ed BY the fascinating young lady as ! was,
pitied the unfortunate youths, because
they had infatuated themselves with the
hope of happiness which no one, I be-
lieved, should aspire to but myself. We
were all old aequaintances, and, as it is
not our habit to put our light under a
bushel, was determined to give my ri
walls little hint of my advantageous pros
poets.
raised, therefore, somewhat the veil
which had concealed my modest conf
dence. But then some curious revelations!
My rivals, animated by my example, lif-
ted likewise the veil from their respective
prospects; and, behold, we all three stood
in precisely the same position. We all
sighed; we all hoped we all had so,tve-
Mrs that we kissed in secret and they all
were, as it were, serpents. and bit their
own tails.
AT these unexpected revelations we all
exclaimed, "Ah |" and left Greendale to-
gether, each taking his own way. My ia
ther was little surprised to see me return
so soon.
"My dear Constantine" said he, al
thought you intended to stay at Green
dale much longer time?"
Yes" I replied, with pensive air,
taking at the same moment, large mouth
full of bread and butter; eyes, but I al
tered my mind when 1 got there"
When this conversation ended, and the
charm was broken, once and forever
But with it was also broken one link out
of the rosy time of my life. began to
regard all roses, whether real or typifed,
with angry and suspicious looks, and to
speak of the illusions of life," and of
"giving them up" &c, DC. I made a
solemn vow with myself that the next OBJ
ject of my affections. the next choice
would make for my wife," should, in all
respects, be the very reverse of the fasci-
mating but treacherous Rose. Ihad been
dec ceived, as imagined, by the poetry of
life now would keep to the sober prose.
All! in what noble form did my new
ideal present herself to my eyes, as one
evening l entered the hospitable saloon of
Mrs. A, the wife of the celebrated Judge.
Alba, her daughter, stood ready to offici-
ate at the tea-table her features, her fig-
ure, her manners, were dignifed and full
of propriety. She looked like personifed
Truth, in contra distinction to the fantas-
teal, bewitching Rose. instantly fell in
love with this beautiful image of Minerva,
and thought of my wife"
Alba, however, seemed only to think
of the tea, and looked neither to the left
nor the right. When the tea was poured
into all the cups, she slowly turned her
splendid head, and heard, at the same
moment, bass voice exelaim, "Sllnd.
holm %
All, Heavens was that her voice p
Was it not rather that of the Angel of
Judgment, who, in the middle of Mrs. A. IS
evening party, summoned the sinner
Sundholm to hear his final doom
could have believed anything rather than
that such voice could issue from the
beautiful lips of Abba. But, when be-
held Sundholm advance to the tea-table
and receive the tea-cups on his tray, saw
that the resounding bassoon-voice belong
ed to no other than the sweet lady to whom
l had Just adored, and whom had, in my
heart, already called "my wife"
1t required some little time before I
could reconcile my mind on this point
" Sundholm! sounded awfully through
my ears for many long hour. began
to reason on the subject If, said l, Ma
ture has bestowed bass voice on this
beautiful young lady, is it not noble and
excellent Of her not to try to conceal or
embellish it? Does it not prove her love
of truth her strength of character, and
her greatness of soul How easy it would
have been for her TO cry " Sundholm" in
falsetto but she would not be false, even
in this Not willing to assume disguise,
even for the sake of winning admiration.
she summons Sundholm in the voice which
God has given her. Is there not some
thing grand in all this? One who thus
calls out Sundholm!' will not deceive
an honest fellow with hollow words or
pretended feeling. but will play an open
game with him, and let him understand
the truth at once.
was introduced to the handsome Abba.
There was no denying that the voice was
not fine; but. when you are accustomed
to it, it ceased to be so very disagreeable;
besides which, her words were so simPle
and candid and her face so beautiful, that