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

That our feelings are chAngelsss alone.
THE RIGHT ONE; A Lesson for
! Lovers.
"Do you know, with any certainty, in
what language Adam declared his love to
Eve ?" inquired 1, one day, from phi
lologist of my acquaintance. l put my
question with 80 much earnestness, that
he answered, quite seriously, eyes, to be
sure, he made his declaration of love in
precisely the same language as that in
which she accepted him"
A profound answerl The only pity is,
that | was not much wiser for it. But
it is altogether a pity-a very great pity
that we know SO little about the love-
makings before the Flood. If any body
could meet with love-story of that date,
1t would have more freshness and novelty
in it than can be found in any of our mod
ern novels. And really that love making
in the morning of time, in the groves Of
Paradise, it must have been quite out of
the common way!
All, there breathes still in this world
several thousand years old though it be
"a gentle gale of the spring time of Par
adise, through the life of every man, at
the moment when he says, al love am
beloved I!
Yes. It thrills through every happy
son of Adam at the moment when he finds
his Eve. But Adam himself was, in one
respect, better off than any of his sons
for as there was but one Eve, he could
make no mistake; neither could she, on
her side, have either choice or repent
ance. But We-our name is Legion, and
it is not easy for us to discover who, in
the swarm of the children of Adam, is the
right partner for us. If every one would
seriously confess his experience in this re-
spect, it would, no doubt, be both instruc-
tive and amusing. And as know no
other way in which can instruct or amuse
the world, will now sincerely confess
what mistakes l made when l searched
for my Eve, whom l first Rdored in the
person of Rose ErTan.
want words to describe her She had
fascinated me when was but cadet; she
beWitched me before l had left the fourth
class. And, Of truth, there never did
exist young lady more dangerous to a
youth of lively imagination. Her coquet-
ry was so natural, so mixed with good
ness and childish grace, that it was impos-
sible to regard it as anything more than
the most angelic innocence. At the Mil
| itary Academy, l saw in my books her
name and nothing besides. If 1 drew
plans of Notifications and fortresses, Rose
stood in the middle of my circles and qua
drants, and the only line that perceived
clearly was the road that led to her home:
the verdurous Greendale.
Greendale was cheerful place, where
there were always guests and parties
And when the young people wished to
have an excursion on the water, or any
other entertainment, it was who always
planned every thing, and proposed it to
the old baroness, the mother, for whom
all the children entertained a very consid-
cradle and wholesome respect. On these
occasions she used to say, my dear sir,
if you are with the children, 1 will permit
it; for trust to you, and ! know that you
will take care of them"
eyes, to be sure" replied, though
the truth was, could not take care of my
self; and never took notice of any body,
or any thing, excepting Rose.
Many one was fascinated just as was
fascinated but persuaded myself that
was the only lucky fellow who had her
preference. Once was terribly jealous
A certain Mr.. 7. a professor oflanguages,
believe,) came to GreSndale, played.
sung and chartered French and immedi.
atsly Rose forgot me, to chat, and play,
and sing with Mr.. T., making herself al.
together as charming to him as she had
hitherto been to me. was desperate
went away over Meadows and fields; saw
neither hedges nor gates; stumbled into
bitches and brooks, and reached home a.
furious as a blunderbuSs. But, behold
Mr.. T. was gone, and Rose was agair
charming to me, and 1 was instantly a'
much under her fascination as ever, fully
convinced that it was all my fault, and
that was Turk, a monster-nay, quite
an Othello of jealousy.
After had sighed and burned for con
siderable time, made up my mind to pro
ceed to the declaration of my love. 1t il
true was still very young, not thres-and
twenty but thought myself quite OLD
enough, being lieutenant, the SON of {
father who always spoke of "my wife" Al
the greatest happiness of this life; be
sides which had derived from my home
the most beautiful impressions of domestic
life. Hence always represented to my
self the highest good in the world undei
1.-THE image Of tiny wife