Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1853-08-17

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yard seems peculiarly beautiful. When
hushed twilight wing her noisless way from
heaven, to wrap the temples Of the dead in
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ant moon lights ub the messed graves,
making luminous the faces of the beautiful
chcrubs that have forever winged yet never
taken their fight, it is sweet to wander up
the shaded isles of the slumberous city, and
muse upon the holy memories Of the de.
parted.
The stars burned with lustre peculiar
to autumn skies; a clear, mild atmosphere
gave a most refreshing elasticity to my
spirits; wandered from home | scarcely
knew why, and found myself after leisure
walk, near the old fashion burial ground of
DaIlstvn village. was happy man; |
was really and professionally an M. D.
What directed my steps to the lovely, rural
burial ground cannot tell, but as surely as
live, now believe some mysterious agency
shaped my course. The gate was open,
the walks gIttered in the strong light, the
shadows leaned down from the trees and
freescocd the smooth gravel with quaint
tracerv; the buds and flowers grouped in
dark masses upon the gentle curved mounds
knew they were buds Of flowers, for their
fragrance betrayed them-seemed whisper.
ing in their silent language to the beautiful
dead below. In my youth was fond OF
svmbolizing; everything iranimate had its
type in some ideal or oriental fancy; this
evening felt like a poet my imagination
was as fertile-yes | thought rs fertile as
Mton's, if my thoughts were not as sub
lime. l sauntered carlessly along the side
where hawthorn,hedge twined its firm
tendriIls together, dragging my cane after
me, nusng in careless reverie. Suddenly
paused Judse LIS beautiful lot was directly
before me; its little silver fountain bubbling
up and breaking into white globulets that
elistened like hoar frost. flere | leaned by
a huge and hoary elm, and closed my eyes
as the wild magic breathing Of flute skill
fully touched, greeted my ear think thai
was the most blessed nour Of my existence
for mingling with that rlaintive melody came
bright, gentle face, with sparkling eyes, and
cheeks Just crmsoned enough to resemble
two pale rosy leaves flushing the puresl
snow. Oh! how | loved that sweet May
Kendall; love would could think o
some word that would express even more
than adoration; forgetting God, | idolizee
her, and, egotist that was, fancied tina
my unspoken passion was returned: But
will not lnger; in those moments | wa
pouring my verv soul into the heart that
fondly fancied, as youth will sometimes
was in kind of spiritual presence, eve
beside me.
NV reverie was broken by the approach
of stranger, and light silvery laugh shu
out the music of the flute; for it was SO lik
Mays, so ringing, so joyous. Presently a
the fine, manly form drew nearer, recog
nized the features of one who had been m.
collegemate two years ago.; would hav
, sprung forward to meet him; his name wa
trembling on my lips, when a sight arreste
my attention that chilled my blood, and M
teeth chartered with a sudden freezing feal
The two had come almost beside me, an
there stopped, charmed with the little sylvia
, spot; the lady held her hat by the strings
one arm passed confidently through that
her companion, and when she turned he
radiant face around towards me-who wa
concealed by the shadow recognised j
the full flood Of moonlight, May Kendall
, do not like, even at this late day, to re
view the feelings that shook my frame whe
heard them murmur such words of.te
derness to each other in subdued and happ
tones deatbly faintness came over me
;, gathered from their own lips the know
ledge that they were betrothed, and whe
that passed away, fierce revenge sent tn