Eastern times. [volume] (Bath, Me.) 1846-1857, 1853-03-24


sald' you do not sco9 my proposal .'-
mo-" answered, d;stiecIly; IL am prond o.
IT," "You- will call me Horace mot 'Mr
Morely' now, LiIlyt" :. Aad smiled as re
Peaied "Hotace-brothertf
.Ihs res. Of our party seiuEpea-+om ,heil
woodland Famble, aOd night only checked the
revel Pc followed---and led the dance ana
song" fan may moussf aszs osfequited, and
find co@@A Grafton wopsn must bury hers ii
secret, and plant gaudy Awers aud burn fann,-
ing torches about its tomb. Men pity, with a
pay more humbling thai contempts, and hel
own sanszia. heir reIeatess os,racisSi Of one
who has given unsoas shs~hieh he mos;
ahjecs idolatry should sadly win, are s,eeIed
agstuss sshers-. Asatss4tt, ssssa- -Aalia.
faction in contemplatisg the due measure bi
punishment heaRed upqt the traitress. was
aware Of all this; may have felt something
of i, myself ia happiesdays, and guarded my
secret as hundreds Of others have done. " for
suffering has made me- grow wise and, more
tender. Ihave seen tho gladness 90 out from
young eyes, and restless anguish take i,splace !;
have heard between peals Of mirth, the sigh,
like tfie discord Of btoken harp-string; have
watched the sinking body and mind .ha,
baffled human skill aad kne,D that an ach-
ing heart answered mine pang for pang. Oh
deride NOT this most sacfed of sorrows! Like
the fountain of Undine, the removal Of the
stone that cOnceals 1t, Brings swift death 10 the
unhappy possessOr. tr~
. Yon sought your city home in the autumn
it was not until midtaxinter, that the slight
cold, brought oQ by exposure upon some gala
night, assumed a type shat awoke the solici-
lude of my friends. To allay their fears. ]
.puEed my physical sailhent had TO hope
myself; the Ssish'to lise .that potent auxiliary
to 'theipkysician's art, Was. waiting Nature
could not be restored whh6a. q &. !. - -.
- The rest is soon ,old.o am here, in my
chamber, on this balnsy afternoon, Supported
bypillows, instead of rowing in the free air apd
glorious sunshine, OF. c6uirsing through lhs
country upon my noble gfay.s These ,a,ten6as
ed fingers will never grasp his reign again
lshall sit'nOmore BY tiie'shaded spring. n
= -. s*
'You, will not despise me for having written
this; in.so doing, I.am.gpided by no blind i'm
pulse. Earthly frraillies and prejudices will
soon be to me as though they had never exist
ed, and the love, for which do not blush be-
fore Him in whose presence hope to dwell
forever, does hot Shame me: ItmayiIave been
weakness al first-il is iGt sin now. Some
thing tells me that you should know it-pe.-
chance in the day Of trial il will recur. to you,
bringing reinsurance aed comfort-it may
teach you-that there is an affection unswayed
by interested motives, that .'devotion unto
death, us no nnmeaning phrase. And when
one. fairer and dearer. shAA walk lsvingly on
with you-cherish her forshy sake 4! shall
not Be far away; the happptness, which in life
would have sacrificed. all to promote, can
neve: be forgotten. She will hold it in her
she be worthy of the trust--and
love you as have done
1t is hard 10 vrite "Farewell!" if / could
see You but for one hour Y 1t may not be-Ris
will be done! We shall meet again-if not
here, hereafter! LILLY LEIGH
She did not hint a reproach, but he felt like
a murderer. He reculIected how unreservedly
he had abandoned himselfto the luxury Ct ,Ilat
long vacation from town and business--how,
when he found her society, he most choice rec
reatiou the country could offer, he had sought
it constantly, not attempting to disguise the
pleasure il gave him; he had even assured her
that he was free from all pre-engagement, and
smiled as he marked the deepening rose on her
face, at this unealled orssowal he had left
untried no art Of pIeasingi and she an artless
girl-almost child-igndrant of 'hirtations'
and 'conquests' and dreaming only of love -
Every word pierced him 10 the soul. The
whole world were vaIueIessin comparison with
this true heart, but the Knowledge of its pos
session had come too late. .--.r-, ...
-8 tI
Mother, 1 should like % lie on the couch
by the window. - ...-.
But my love, the eyPing air H N
1t cannot hurt me now.l .+HU 7at
The mother turned away her head, but she
made no further objectioa, and the change was
made. ty
The sick girl lay lOokieg ont into the pur-
plish grey twilight Of Jdne evening. A few
stars twinkled through lie thin wreaths of va
por, raised by the heai pf the sun from the
teemIng earth; the breeze had died away at
sunset, and the catalpas, with their broad
leaves pencilled darklyagainst the family il
Illuminated west, looked almost awful 10 their
perfect repOse; but fron the ground went up
hymn as from a thousand fairy trumpeters,
piping their peans of fraise and thankfuness.
Each blade Of grass had its insect-musician,
and the wailing nots'Of the whip-poOr-will,
sofiened by distance, mingled not unharmoni-
ously in the concert, 1t was an hour such rs
makes the soul in'love with life and this love-
ly earth, an hour for thoughts Of love and JOY
and hope. What wsFe the meJitations of her
upon whom Death Aad set his visible seal =
doomed in the mornef existence to forsake this
world Of warmth asd beauty, for the damps
and shades Of the gsvel There was no sp-
Prehensiop in her pale. sweet face; no de.
sPondsncs ia her tSpe when she at last spOksl
am very haPps tonight, mother fH
And whv mvld3.l;,.1, ih#t apiiilnving