Spirit of the age. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1849-1865, 1853-03-23

Within the deep,
Still chambers Of the heart, a spectre dim,
Whose tones are like the wizard voice of Time,
Heard from the tombs Of ages, points its cold
Aud solemn finger to the beautiful
And holy visions that have past away,
And left no shadow of their lovelinOss
On the dead waste of life.
GEO. D. PRESTIGE.
On her way home Columbino passed the
spot where she last saw Baptiste Howard
The bright memory of that moment of par
ting fitted before her there was the same
babbling rill, as bright, rs clear, and just like
it was on that day, singing busily on its
course to the sea, the little circling waves,
tho spray aud the floating bubbles seemed to
be the same, still changing and still u%nchang-
ed the Same wild breeze, like the breathings
of some gentle one, still seemed to be shaking
the green boughs Of the leafy forest the
same glad, happy birds seemed to be hiding
in the hedges, and away up in high tree tops,
warbling aud 'twittering the same forest mel
ody, clear and pure, like the rich cadence
trembling on the strings of the minstreIs
harp the same old messy rock on which she
had that day re clined awaiting his coming
was thore, and she could trace the spots on
it's old frozen face from which she had torn
the green covering in her moments OF rest
less impatiencc, eager and yet panied to sec
him on that last sad occasion the same de-
foroled brushwood, whose misshapen arms
had concealed his vanishing body from her
view, rs he left her with the clear tears oil
sorrow in her eyes, was still the same, locking
their tangled boughs together, and yalnly
striving to wave and bow their twisted trunk;
in obeisance to the breeze that glided owe
their scrubby heads. All these were cherished
-tduvt-UudAv~- 80 W -he~rtA5 usen,ery, ha
dearer than all, he was not there he,
Around whose lips her soul was bound with mysti
tics"
Was not there to quicken to life the pictur
hor Imagination and memory had drawn
She cherished the memory of the past, u
though the recollection Of its flowers and il
sweets, now lost to her, stung her heart wit
regret and bitterness for hopes lost forever
and still memory unbiddon and busy ran
Through tho shadowy past,
Like a tomb carcher-
Lifting each shroud that time had cast
O'er buried hopes"
She unused upon the lost and faded JOYS
the bright and cloudlcss days she had sper
with the chosen one of her young and gull
less heart, along the little riil that purlC
mcrrily at her feet, and among the green hill
that surrounded her, lifting their crest(
peaks up to meet the direct blaze Of the SUI
ERE the stern, Unsuitable voice and mandate
of duty called him, on whom her hopes we
conferred, away to tho clamor and strife of ii
bloody field of war and mortal agony.
She slowly wendell her way towards h
happlcss home, weighed down with the burt
en- Of a heart oppressed with g~risvous troubl
She longed for another interview with hin
another short conversation, that she mig
learn the cause of the abrupt letter she h;
received. She was unhappy, and she aImo
thought that it was cruel in Providence
send such trouble and vexatious p~erplexi
upon her.
She reached her fathers mountain cottar