The Jeffersonian. [volume] (Stroudsburg, Pa.) 1853-1911, 1854-07-06

, through such vigorous reception.
But at length she reached the portico
and we were introduced. Her beaming
! eyes met mine, as l warmly clasped her
hand, and never will 1 forget that exquis
ite moment. The dream-girl of my i'm.
agination stood before me.
In person she was tall, and gracefully
formed, and her complexion pure and
fair as the tinted coral This was rem.
dered still more dazzlingly beautiful, by
the heavy masses Of dark brown hair that
waved over her temples, and fell like a
shadow upon the snowy neck. But the
most striking feature is that pure, almost
sad countenance, was the eyes-large
dreamy, and of the most brilliant Jet, with
an expression that was irresistibly lovely.
There is charm in the eye-that mirror
of the soul-that may not be written or
told; and it was in those pensive orbs that
[ read something so familiar and clear,
that one glance was enough was deeply,
irretrievably in love!
You must remember l was eighteen,
and not laugh at my enthusiasm. 1 was
truly-or at least fancied myself truly in
love, which sometimes nearly amounts to
the same thing; but be that as it may, I
still remember how enjoyed those ex-
quisite moments, now steal back to me
like some pleasant dream; or, as one has
said, "like hidden music heard in sleep"
/ The next day we passed together in
the parlor, with music and books. 'COus-
in Louise" as I familiarly called her,
played and sang with much feeling and
taste. [ dearly love music, but it must
be of that kind where anergy, spirit, vi
vacity and strength are combined,
without which music has lost its
sweetest charms, and has no more soul
than a statue. Preserve me from lifeless,
soulless, middling minstrclsy, when l ex-
pect something better; for l would have
it gush forth with the whole soul, heart,
strength, and then I am lost in admira-
ton. Ab, never will forget those sweet
ballads that Louise warbled for me in
those days gone by, for they were indeed
the reyy poetry Of ntuSlc, and such as lin
ger in the memory as something too beau
tiful entirely to fade away.
WeBere soonlike old friends. hefamil-
lar poets, over which we had both linger-
ed, almost from our childhood, were the
key to unlock the sympathies of our hearts
and reveal cur Utmost thoughts. The
charmed pages Of "Childe Harold" and
''Lilla Rookh" assumed new interest for
me, when l heard passages breathed from
her lips, and her childlike and enthusias-
tic admiration of them. Byron was her
true ideal of the poet, but still she was
passionately fond of "Lilla Rookh."
SIN this poem," said she, Il discover
50 much that it is in perfect harmony with
my own thoughts and feelings, and it is
expressed in such simple, yet beautiful
language. There is nothing forced or
unnatural in it; everything is go easy,
fresh, and GRACEFUL beautiful Eastern
flower, rich and gorgeous in all its orien-
tai colors, and breathing its fragrance to
to the heart. And not only the poetry,
but the air of deep romance that fingers
around the whole plot, has endearcd it to
me. The story of the beautiful princess
the DESCRIPTION of the journey, in all its
oriental luxury-her love for the young
minstrel, the disguised sovereign of Bu-
charia, and their joyous meeting at the
end, adds as much interest and glowing
imagery to the poetry, that I read it often,
and always with pleasure"
Thus passed those pleasant summer
days. Louise was the constant compan-
ion of all our walks, drives, and excur-
sions; and added materially to our enjoy
ment-to mine, l know, | am afraid l
was selfish in my devotion to her alone,
but / followed the natural impulses of
my heart, and as she seemed te encour-
age my attentions, was happy. 1t was
upon may arm she leaned when weary;
il was for 11y assistance she looked
when she wished to sketch some admired
landscape; and it was for me she sang
and read the most.
The day previous to our separation, we
all wandered along the banks of beau
tiful stream, not far from the mansion;
and Louise and myself found ourselves a
lone in a favorite retreat, and seated to-
getber upon the mossy turf 1t was
lovely day, though very warm: and the