Spirit of the times. [volume] (Ironton, Ohio) 1853-1858, 1853-12-06


and years. And still | loved, and Rach'
el owned no love for me. When in 81.
ciety, she was to me-, as to others, frank
and friendly; but when alone, she was
serious and cold. But | saw that she
was not moved by my devout affec'
ton. troubled her repose. saw her
sometimes looking at ME with an earn.
est, wondering look, as though her own
heart we're questioning itself, and felt,
with exul,ing delight, tina, after these
moments she was more freely affection.
ate. Her manners so(lened, tho when
| expressed any thought Of this change.
the gravity Of her face returned, and her
beauty seemed 10 retire from my love.
Still was more reconcilcd TO hope de-
lerrcd. and still the time went on.
At last she was psr,el from her home
for awhile. She went TO distance. |
yearned for her return. But as her alb.
sencc was prolonged, i, was less pain.
ful. | felt more patient passion. She
came back. BY her first inquiring look,
| knew she sought to discover what in.
1uencn our separation had pro luced on
me. And when looked back love in.
to her eyes, saw she smiled. Soon al'
ter, we seriously conversea. | wrote her
n letter; she replied, and once more beg
eed me, bcsought me, once mNre to con.
sider whether it would not bc better to
leave her, for my own sake; she did not
saw for hers. Had she said for hers,
would have gone; bu, she said for mine.
| answered, life nigh, be happy or mis-
crable, but her presence was like tina,
Arabian amulet, which made all wounds
harmless while it was worn. Once ia
ken away, the heart would bleed mortal.
ly, and shall perish. | waite'! a little
time, anil they went TO seek her.
saw her in her fathers garden; she
was alone. A purple autumn evening
hushed all the world. 1t wus a scene
of poetry, pcrlumel with the last sweets
of the Towering season. Long alleys
AMI Italian slopes were shaded by bou'
quets and groves from the chcrfy.rcl
deepening light which poured, warm
and mellow, from the west. \ sclt wind,
moist with dew, wnnlerc among the
murmurous leaves, still fragrant with
the farewell breath oflhe summer met
Rachel on lawn, such as fancy mi ght
picture, bri.ht with Boccaccoi's visils--
of vir.inS fair as moonli ght, dancing Il.
mid the lilies an | the dew, floating their
blond locks in the clear air, AMI waver.
ing in a fairy line to the music of gol.
den flutes. In R?chel's soft smile there
was a welcome. She gave me her hand,
but spoke nothing. | locke into her
conscious face, | sail, 81 have come 10
you, Rachel" "Then you will stay
with me-" she replied, in very low
tone. answered, 81 must sl.y with
you, il live. Rachel, will stay with
You for ever.
gazel again into her countenance.
A lisht-leeper, richer, more rosy
than a July sunset-glowel through deli
cate 1ushes on her cheek, it played in a
golIen smile on her lip; it came like
morning into the blue orbs that now
were sulliuse with no sorrowful tears
Her face, till thea colorless as a snow
drop, might flush in the red evening
still pile, but with paleness seen thro
rosy air saw that her bosom rose am
fell, and then looked once more into
her eyes, and through their deep viole
serenity. saw the young love borr
like a new star just trembling into heav
en-; and she fell upon my neck; | EN-
} brace her to my bosom, and without {
spoken worL the bond Of bctrothal wa
, between US. We looked toward thu
t western sky; little vermi!lion clouds
were still glowing like islands in lh'
! liquid blue; and the signing breath o
the evening passc over my he ri, an
all the blossoms of its hope expanded il
a moment into flowers. Like mornln!
, melting into day-likc two stars blen |
| ing their ighl-like the Rhone in lie
| man Lake, we should have been from
the unspoken pledges ofthat hour.
For that was The hour TO which m,
| expectations had been turned. Tear
, watcred my heart in desire for it; sor
A row had borne me down in despair Oft
. all the prayers of my affection, all M
{ prophcsies OF hope, all my lancv's pic
. lures were realized now, and Rachel
y whom | so treasured, was mine; she WA
j. mine in und; minishel beauty; mine il
; surrendered love. The increase Of he
youths wisdom, and kno Wedge, an
=. vir,uc-the gafnery Of many years-wa
@ the dowry Of her ripencd tenderness t
g me. She gave me all in placing he
{ hand in mine. As the nightingale
t wounding its breast against thorn, sol
c rows while it drinks sweetness from tn
:? flower, to sing it forth again in tn
s night, so my heart wounded by loyin
C unlovod, had panied itself by intcrnall
repeating its musical mis"rerc to Racl
. Ell.
As young, unripenel rose.---
i. A rose unripencl yet, but red,
v Blushos from its damaskel bel,
!, And with odorous petal glows,
i While the light, reflected through,
;, PUPPIES in its purple hue.
= So thy beauty blushcd to nc,
!, And my bosom glowed to thee.
l. Strange wantonings Of human na,ur
j.: Surmise and fear started in my feeling
5 when | found that, clasping Rachel
n my breast, | was not moved by thos
e stormy emotions which moved me whel