The Camden weekly journal. [volume] (Camden, South-Carolina) 1853-1861, 1853-05-03
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her again before his eyes. III fancy IhaI spt-
it hovers around, and gently leads him back to
the days in which his life passed like dream,
it was so happy; but the early dawn aroused
him from these visits to fairy land, and he
awakes to find it all dream; and there lay
the minature-the fatal note that had destroy
ed his happiness, and the unlearned pages stood
in silent reproof open, before him. -
Dav after day passed, but still the miniature
was retained But, one morning, as he wa
kened from his troubled sleep, the resolve
came-&I will return it, she demands it; am
toonoble to refuse, let-the ,pang be as bitter as
it may, The midnight lamp found HIM pen
ming page after page, in whichhe told, in words
of burning eloquence, his devotion for the pic,
ture. His letter MAS not a long list Of senti-
mental phrases, joined together by loye-sick
sighs, but it was the pure and innocent devo-
ton of the heart, that had been nurtured and
fostered there for years.
Finally, It was sealed, and sent; the minia-
ture was carefully enclosed and sent with it !;
and now all was gone. The last treasure Of
his brightest hopes had departed, but he was
determined not to let it stand thus; see herhe
would, whatever it mig sht cost him; and on the
next evening, though dark and rainyshe sought
her mansion She sat alone III the parlor; a
ring at. the door bell announced a call flcm
some one; he entered; she received him with
smile. After ;conversing on various topics,
he asked her to sing the songs she used TO sing
long, long ago. She. seated herself atthe spi
ano, and soon NOT sound was heard save tue
echo of her voice and the gentle tones of the
instrument; her whole soul seemed to be in the
music, and he sat as though spell bound to the
spot. Song after song was sung piece after
piece was played, yet Still he weared not but,
while she thus played, ne@inipulsecame over
him. =. 49,. Il
eShall thus so easily lose my own Louise
: her whom had SO surely wona No-lwill
t.y again. Soon she ceased--the. charm was
broken, and now hetoldthe object of his visit !;
he told how the sweetest chords of his guitar
had been poured ont for her, and never should
thev breathe such strains for another. Words
passed, that We. cannot relate but. ere he de-
parted, the picture was again his own now he
was contented new energies fired his brain.
81 will win RerIin spite Of frieuds and offor
tune. Fame shall be mine, if am spared life
and health to obtain it. Ere another month
passes away, i will leave my native home and
dwell within the classic halls of a college;
there I will finish my education that have so
ardunusly begun and then try my talent the
world, and gain, if possible, what 1 desire
Fine aud expense shalkHot be spared ii'r the
realization of this point and%i will ye, call that
Jewel within the casket mine own.
Tel. years have passed. What an era of
time in mans existence but, oh. what drop
in the ocean to his immortal being. Time rolls
on, but brings with it many changes:
Letme now introduce you to 4 lovely cot
tape in the outskirts of one of our eastern cities.
It is a beautiful evening iii the month Of Sep
tember,; the trees were just tinged with the
golden hues of Autumn. Around the cottage
is large yard, carpeted with the greenest
ura,s: here and there studded with beds of
the richest .Autumnal flowers. The Elm, the
Linden, the Willow andthe Cypress wove their
graceful bounhs in luxuriant beauty around the
cottaye, while the vine.clad arb"rs scattered
here and there prove the taste of the inmates.
But now let us enter. From an open window
might be seen lady, looking long and anx-
iously, as though waiting the arrival of some
one; she is surrounded by all that wealth or
taste could procure. A carpet of almost living
flowers greet your entrance. The chairs, COW
cred with crimson velvet, cast a lovely shade
upon the richly embroidered curtains of snowy
wbiteucss that adorn the windows. A piano,
of thrilling tone, ornaments one side of the
room, while a gentle harp lies silently by its
side. >n.-
But let us turn again to the occupant of this
room; with little observation you might ea
slv trace in those dark expressive eyes the
features of Louise Gooding, now Louise Beau
ford she scarce looks year older than when
we last saw her miniature upon the table of
the young student; but why looks she so anx.
ious V from the window, a smile of joy beam
ing from her face? 1t is because she is expect.
ing Aonzo. lie is now about returning from
his third session in congress. The cares of his
business are now over, and hourly he is expect
ed by the anxious Louise.
At last the long looked for coach arrives,
and she is soon in the arms of her husband. In
the course of the evening the guitar is brought
forward. YES, that instrument that has pass
ed through so many scenes, is now kept as a
precious relic of the past, and she in her turn
sings the songs of long rast.
In one corner Of the room stands a table of
exquisite carving, on which lay the relics of the
past, book from one friend, q gift from an
other, but the miniature, or the last treasure,
is now the most precious object that aGorns it..
A southern paper says:-A dentist in Wash
nrton has taken out patent for generating gas
from simple wood This is no idle fiction
We examined the works, and saw the light
buruing in iuxtaposiion with that created from