The Literary echo, and Pawcatuck advertiser. [volume] (Westerly, R.I.) 1851-1854, 1852-06-24
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SKETCHES OF
GRIPEVILLE AND ITS DENIZENS.
BY L'INCoGNITA.

Lionel reached Violet's side just al
she was going through the gate at the
back of the garden from which a patti
led into the tall woods beyond. The
same brook which washed the roots o.
the willow trilled along through the
rocks and bushes at the foot of the gar.
den whose grey stone wall bounded il
on one side and the thick chestnut wood:
on the other, and where the path crossed
the brook some large stepping stones
around and between which the noisy
water quilted, and eddied, and bubbled
formed the only bridge.
Violet-Miss Maydon, cried Lion.
Ell, laying his hand upon the gate, viii
you not let me help you look for the
runaway Henry is sad truant, and
/ fear you will get lost if you 60 into the
woods alone to find him."
70 yes, you can help me search for
him." she replied :" but there is no dan
ger of my being lost in these woods, for
l know every nook and path in them.
Henry is sadly altered of late" she con-
tinued, as Lionel helped her over the
brook, I" I do not know what to make Of
him. He used to be so gay and cheer
full, but now he is dull and sad and does
not seem to take pleasure, as he once
did, in singing. l am sure cannot
account for it."
go, that is easily enough accounted
for" replied Lionel. &C As far as 1 can
Judge, his sober fit has lasted ever since
that wonderful Mr.. Napoleon Bonaparte
Addleplate carried the dashing heiress
of Poplar Grove to Boston. Who would
have thought that Victoria Eftwold with
all her pride and arrogance could have
taken captive the heart Of Henry
Noble ~
"Victoria Eftwold-Henry-"e ejac-
ulated Violet incoherently, while the
rosy bloom suddenly forsook her cheek,
leaving it ashy pale. "I 1t cannot be-
you are joking" continued she, regain
ing her composure.
"No, Violet, 1 am in earnest. Love
is his malady as any one can see with
his eyes half open, and if the symptoms
of his disease are not very contradictory
ones, Victoria is the cause of it."
"They must certainly be contradic-
tory ones if she is" said Violet, attempt
ing to smile. "By the way" rejoined
she, evidently wishing to change the
subject, "that was very pretty song
that you favored us with, but Henry
disappeared so suddenly that I had
almost forgotten about it. 1t is new
one, too pray where did you get it,"
The music is an old Italian air, but
the words, for which I arranged and
somewhat altered the melody, were
coined in my own BRAIN" stfa sR i'
They we're, indeed l never knew
until now that you were guilty of poet
izing; but since you are you ought to
wear the poets wreath. / little knew
when l was twining these laurels, hold
ing up wreath of laurels that she had
been making, "that they were destined
to grace the brow of one thus gifted by
the muses.. Shall I crown you :" she
added playfully. .-.-....,..b -,...
Lionel bowed and bent his head to
receive the verdant chaplet, saying as
he did so, that it would be far more fit-
ting for her whose grace and beauty in
spired his humble pen, to wear the
sylvan crown, bat that, unworthy as he
was, he would still be proud to wear it
for the sake of her who made it.
The path in which they were walking
ran in circuitous route through the
woods, and was lined on either side
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