Eastern times. [volume] (Bath, Me.) 1846-1857, 1854-04-27
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A year has gone down to the tomb of the
past, but fresh and green as a plant of yester-
days blooming, fingers in my heart the mem
DRY Of that gifted one so early broken and lain
away to be forgotten. Cousin Fred survives.
He is now the same merry, vivacious mortal
to all appearance, bland and smiling as Martin
Van Buren, himself; and it was but lately,
that, on the floor Of Congress, he harangued
our wise Legislators in such strains of pun
gent wit and genuine humor, as to fascnate
all, and set the house aroar. Once, as he
met the only grave glance in the ladies' gall
lery-'twas my own-he paused, while sud-
den cloud of thought swept over his glowing
features, and, skilful physiognomist as / was,
knew he must be dreaming, even then, OF
the bright Eden of her eyes, closed on him
forever-the warm smile Of her approval faded
out into the eternal midnight of death Did
he miss her then and amidst those plaudlts,
SO pleasant to the ear of the young asplrant
after fame, Gid he feel more deeply the aching
void withinq 1t might be 50, but the rich,
musical laugh, the gay repartee, the elastic
step were no tokens of woe. Hence, he was
acontinual marvel to me, and as his beamlng
face fitted jocund around me, thought OF the
cruel martyrology of her heart, and said, bit
terly, such is mans remembrance the vision
of love fades from his memory like shadows
from glass, like bubbles from the wave-but
sUonlan forgets only in the tomb With this
feeling and opinion, you may imagine how
surprised, as well as touched, was |, when
Yesterday, in arranging his trunk, preparatory
10 his return to his western home, discov-
cred carefully lain away there, a white vest
with some small drops of blood. Recognized
it as the one he had worn that fatal night. In
the pocket was folded paper, and moved by
a nober feeling than mere curiosity, opened
the sheet, and found pencilled there, in his
own hand the following lines
TO MY FADED ROSE.
Spring hath woke each buried vi'let
From reposc, Eas
Every flower springs TO blooming. VT
Save my Rose.
Tell me not Of cheeks out blushing
Rudy morn
What to me, each rival beauty?
She is gone! -sl-
When my pining spirit seeks her
'Mong the fair
Bright looks greet me, but her glances
Are not there.
Still midst whirl Of dancing figures,
Oft her form rH""
Wooes my clasp-a fond illusion,
Fancy-warm.
Mid the glitter of the banquet,
Lo! her eyes,
Like a gentle planets shining,
Meekly rise.
In the silence of the temple,
Or its chaunt,
One pale vision sads me ever
With lis haunt.
With the anthem d praises minge
Her soft tone
And amid those crowding faces,
I'm alone
Yet! she comes where brows of beauty
Gladness wear
And meet her angel footprints
Everywhere.
Oh each bud her fingers tended
Seems to bend
Meath the tears Of quiet sorrow,
For friend.
Now'd we not, my faded flower
Meier to part
Thou art gone, why should linger-
Break my heart
| rose from the tear blurred sheet, with
sadder but tenderer emotions. | reflected
how the brow may yet smile when the sun
shine has faded from the heart, how the bosom
NAV seem firm and callous as Gibraltar S rock,
when heaving pillows toss up their waters of
bitterness beneath-and / sighed, as thought,
after all, how tasteless was life's golden fruit
to the lips Of him who was athirst for the di-
Vlner uraugnL OF love, WhOSe IoSe-"IedtHeu
chalice was dashed so wantonly aside. Cousin
Fred will never marry. Lay not the 'latter-
ing JUNCTION to your SOULS we fair and grace
full daughters Of our stately metropolis, that
he who sometimes follows in your sparkling
train will ever be sutton for the charms he
can but admire His bride is in Heaven, and
Where the treasure is, there must the heart
be also'
Civility is Fortune.
Civility is fortune in itself, for courteous
man always succeeds in life, and that even
when persons of ability sometimes fail. The
famous Duke of Marlborough is a case in point.
1t was said of him by one contemporary, that
his agreeable manners often converted an enemy
into friend and, by another, that il was more
pleasing to be denied favor by his Grace,
than to receive one from other men. The gra-
cious manners of Charles James Fox preserved
him from personal dislike even at a time when