The Belmont chronicle, and farmers, mechanics and manufacturers advocate. [volume] (St. Clairsville, Ohio) 1848-1855, 1853-10-28

was the first harvest which garners into tn,
bosom those thoughts and emotions ami,
which, as on bed OF flowers, "hope cling,
feeding like bee." The heart of Jenni,
was as deeply stirred, but her soul was NOR,
serene than mine. ,........ ......
There was fearful storm in Europe. Ihear,
of grim tyrants sitting on thrones, from which
they gave their commands 10 armies, which
marched to the east and the west, and tore
up the vineyards, and trod down the gardens
and blotted cut the peace of the world. Anon
there came rumors Of mighty host that hat
melted away IN the north and glotted with its
blood the Russian SHOWS. ....-
Then there came strong ambition ints
my mind. My blood became hot. A calam.
itous frenzy filled my brain. The name Of
Glory consecrated all these murders to my
imagination. 1would carry flag in one OF
those armies. would mix in the crimson
throng. would myself bear a sword amid
those forests Of flashing steel.
And told this to my Jennie. thought
she would certainly bless me as hero.
thought she would bind a scarf about my
waist, and bid me "Go where glory awaits
thee," if still remember her. But when
said should leave her a while, and come
back with honor and pride and the memory
of brave acts and the congratulations of a
breast that never knew fear, she became pale
and looked at me sorrowfully, and fell upon
my neck weeping most bitter tears. asked
her why she could grieve, and said the danger
was one chance among innumerable proba-
bllities of success. But she only sobbed and
trembled, and pressed me to her bosom, and
prayed me not to go. ''s
reasoned with Jennie. tried to per-
suade her Of the glory Of the war. told her
how much more worthy of love she would
think me when came adorned with laures
ooh how green are the leaves that bloom
from slaughter.) | said her image would be
my companion-her voice would be my ves-
per bell-her smile my star of the morning.
Her face would the visitant Of my Dreams
her love the mercy that would shield me from
every danger. She listened with suspended
sobs, and trembled, and all the while her eyes
were appealing to my own, and penetrating
to my heart to invoke its faith, that might |
not tempt misfortune to blight the early bri-
dal of our hearts.
When had done, her answer was as if I |
had not spoken, for still she only said must
not 60. She gave no more reasons now.
And Ibid deserve her love, when thought
that explaining and persunding were answers
to the pleading tears and swelling bosom, and
quiverng frame and speaking eyes of that
maiden Nobe, shaken by her mournful fears! !
"You will be changed when you return"
she said
change? knew could not change |
Why should Jennie doubt my truth! would
prove it. My mind was fixed. My fancy
was flushed by ambitious anticipatons. l re-
solved to leave. Jennie at length, when her
entreaties failed, reproached me, but SO gent
ly that her very upbrading seemed like ben
edction And SO it was. 1t was not even
the selfishness of affection. 1t was a pure,
tender, earnest soicitude. She told me ,
was breaking faith with her, In thus going !
away to engage in war. Was it for this
she had become the affianced O. my heart! !
Was it for this she had pledged her love,
with every sacred vow, to answer mine?
Was it for this that should take my hand
rom the pleasant cares of peace to corrupt
~ IA thS VI WuI~luut oUUulu INK
with the worst of my knd--that shouldride
over the harvests of the poor, and carouse in
he glare of their burning home, and see sweet
'abes made fatherless, and wives bereaved,
ind brides made desolate in the worldl Oh,
10. TWAS that broke my pledge. was
,ot true to my early vow. Twas not all for
,er. had made new idol for my heart.
had declared would never cause any sor.
ow to her, by denying to her love one of its
earnest wishes. And now was doing this.
was making her grieve. was risking the
eaving her desolate to The end of her days.
For the sake of what! For the sake OF a
soldiers ambition. Ambition; as though to
wear the grey hairs of good old man were
lot nobler hope than to die in trench, or
i've, shuddering with the memory of carnage
md fire and blood, and all the nameless hor-
ors of war.
| cannot tell all the sorrows of that parting.
An infatuation burned in my head and blind
I'd me. At length l went. Jennie's last
blessing upbraided me more deeply than her
irst reproach. When she knew that should
20. she said not one more Responding word
and then did feel how gentle she was in
sorrow, US she was serene in her days OF Joy.
But comforted myself. decided that yen-
ME, good as she was, dear, loving, noble,
could not comprehend the idea OF patriotism.
And once thought of ialsehood crossed my
mind. | reflected that had never tried her;
she might not be true to the absent; il would
be good to test her faith.
And SD / went. Let me forget the horrors
and crimes of that long adventures. Instead
D! two years, was away seven; and from tAe
first was sad, sick, remorseful. Nothing
but memory recalled me to the thought OF
love. And then did Jennie's reproaches rise
mp in judgment against me. was long lost
to her during the confusion Of that terrible
A solid continent now lay be-
tween us, and now an ocean. heard not OF
her during four years. All, she has foIgotten,
said !, the fiery, wilful one to whom she gave
her early 1--we. /
At length returned, but was not ne to
whom she had said that sweet and dear fare
well. was MANNED, mulilated, dsfgured--
a criPPle-aD object came home with a
Heet filed half with tronhies-h.lf u,;tb lirnh