Eastern times. [volume] (Bath, Me.) 1846-1857, 1854-04-27

| lot MS sake, most Ot all now with Stralnlng
nerve and throbbng brain, blinded eyes, and
clammy fingers that scarce could guide the pen
Il wrote on-on, into the midnight watches,
on, often until the gray eve Of dawn opened
upon me- and warned me that was overtaxing
my strength. He knows me moi as the anony-
mons correspondent, who, when poverty would
have crushed down his manly aspirations, sent
him aid that should grid him for the race Of
ambition; educating him, and inspiring him
with noble. hopes of success in life. That at
least was something. But, do not speak in
praise of myself; twas selfish motive, after
all, for loved him, and the heart that loves is
ever yearning to benefit the beloved. The
dream is over now, Nellie. He fails to UNDER
stand me; he fails TO appreciate my affections,
and-but It's enough. He will find in me the
'cdrnest triend-nothing dearer. Yes will
extngnish this fame, though in doing SO, this
poor heart be burnt 10 ashes
Shortly after, cousin Fred took his departure
for the old world. An attack of illness preven-
ted Rose from seeing him ere he left, and
making the intended communication, so he de-
parted in the full assurance of Roses favor.
know he must have loved Rose-he couldn't
have helped it-none could-but he certainly
had slow mode of evincing his passion, for he
did not hurry in writing after his arrival on the
shores of Europe. His first letter filled twelve
pages, giving assurance that he was the
same erratic, vacilating, fun-loving Fred For
tescue.
Hnrrah for progress said he. "Duwn
with old fogyism. Life's railroad, let's hurry
on. I've been doing up tour on the Con-
tinent in go-a-head style, that would make
your head dizzy, ma belle. have skinned
through Greece, sashed through Turkey,
slipped wine on the Rhine, whizzed across the
Alps in more becoming manner than Bona
parte crossed them, nodded TO the Merry
Swiss Girls in passing, drew up my horse at
the Spinning Maiden's Cross inhaled a
breath Of Cologne, &c. I've hummed the
harp that once through Tara's walls as
passed in the Romanum Campagna, l have
watched flower from the broken arches of the
Coliseum, given puff of real bousolacion' 10
the Pantheon, and snapped my fingers Ia
American as / swept by the Vatican. have
thought-ah you'll smile at the idea Of my
being transformed into thinking animal, but
this isrto certify that thought hath been un-
folding her ponderous volume to my unwonted
gaze, and on its pages I've found (by turning
to the index,) thoughts that do lie TOO deer
for tears and whose profundity can only be re-
allied by like carving for the good, snbstan.
tial cookery of' old Virginia shore All the
dishes here are ncog, but they wore a SUSPECT
Gus aspect, aud horrd fears that you have been
the unntenlional cause of hurrying the grey
hairs of some patriarchal grimafkin down 10
the grave, haunts your mind and gives you a
ghost of an appetite. The blood of martyred
kittens and innocent poodles seems crying out
for vengeance upon their masticators, and we
dare not aOhistle off our vexation for dread OF
of causing some members of the canine or feline
from pail and shroud' and every woe to the
monsters that stewed them But enough Of
these French dog-mas and cat-astrophes.
spare your tender feelings. After the most
laborious Investigations and profound cogitation
I've arrived at the sage conclusion that travel
ling abroad is mighty nice amusement
travelling through ones own country is nicer
and staying at home and minding ones partic.
ular vocation is INCEST Of all. So TO carry ou
this nice train of thought, shall avail myself
Of the train of cars to Liverpool, from whence
hope to be transported for life back TO dear
old Columbia. Then, Hail Columbia' Shall
L confess, dear Rose, the strdnget motive thai
impels my barque homeward! and that cast
my eve towards the North, for there's my
guiding star Yes, there's no denying the
fact that over in Yankee land shines my polar
star, in the person of certain fair damsel
whose image haunts my waking hours with
the pertinacity of dun, and even forces the
bans from the Businesses Of sleep, and makes
my dreams colew de Rose Dear one, how
love you how adore you! Every separating
day draws you but closer to my bosom, and the
beautiful panorama of life glides by me almos
unnoted, because have no eye save for the
one picture that hangs in the portrait gallery o
my heart l must be with you, Rose; be will
you forever Study will cease 10 weary mt
when is il beside you, the dry practice of the
law would become pleasant task; Vattel anC
Coke would be radiant with sunshine, and ever
Blackstone might grow softer and brighter"
The sudden flushing of Roses cheek, tn,
kindling sparkling Of the eye, told that my
friend was not quite insensible to the praises
and compliments of our cousin Fred, and gave
pleasant prospect of the continuance Of 'love':
young dream
Rose Weston had become an inmate Of my
country home, and It was with delight that
noticed her revived aspect and strengthened
movements. In The pure, dustess air of the
country. and among its quiet, unexciting scene:
she seemed acquiring new mental and physical
health, and her last work-admired even BY
fastidious foreign critics, as we'll as petted al
home-had realized its author so much cash
and commendalion, that fancied she might
afford to rest content with the achievements oi
her pen.
Rose possessed all the poets love of nature
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