Daily national era. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1854, 1854-04-08


ON the grass near me, clumsily lingering his
pencil and bordering every figure he put down.
Wheels rolled down the hill 30 softly that |
did not hear an approaching carriage until It
had nearly reached the gate. The slightly
bald forehead Of Mr.. Lemoyno pcered from
the window; and beside il was y face never TO
be forgotten by one who has ever seen 1T that
of Prot. Anterior. felt momentTy con-
fusion, as glanced over the tout ensemble pre-
sented TO these fastidous members OF the arts
tocracy But true nobility carries its own ease
everywhere, imparting as well as maintaining
It,
"Mr. L. seemed grave, but only told me that
he had come to take me home. Prof Anterior
was in bettor spirits, and rallied me on my pn-
pill in a way that called out my opinion oil the
prejudice against color which disgraces our
free States He smiled in manner that rather
annoyed me, and only replied:
"sYou ought to 90 South
"sThat mean to do answered. shall
teach there, and take notes with my own eyes
asYou to try teachers life--and affair from
your friends!' He did not say it scornfully,
yet there was something in his eye that puz-
zled me.
1Oh, brother, would that you were here An
age seems to have rolled over me since wrote
you last Our mother--how shall tell 1t you
We have mother who k,lO1cs us now - in
heaven
aThey did not tell me that she was i'll; they
did not tell me why they had come for me, I'M
iii we reached the Asylum grounds. Then for
the first time learned that light had flashed
up ia that long darkened lamp OF reason, at the
loosing Of life's silver cord
she was yet alive, thank God! | found
her sleeping and; brother, you know how
watched for her waking She raised her sunk
en- eyes, at lcngth---thc veil was lifted that had
hung between us 30 long was little child
again, and she teaching me to say, Oar
Father
g. have been dreaming - q long, strange,
dream, 4he family said, fixing her eyes on
mine. Lady, will my children como before
die ?--my noble Ralph, my little Lulic2
"sMother,' tried to say, as grasped her
wasted hand, don't you know your Lulie g.
"sCan it be? So many years2 she MUIR
INJURED, doubtfully, shading her heavy eyes with
her hand.
eyes, it is your fathers look! Come to
my heart, my child!'
aShe spread her hands, and q CLEAN not of
earth lighted her eyes. ] lifted her In my
arms and with her heart close against mine,
and my lips upon her check, struggled to
gain calmness.
Suddenly thrill shook her frame and mine;
the heart against my own futtered violently,
then stood still--forever! The shock of ex-
element had been too sudden; the wheel was
broken at the cistern,' and the spirit had re-
turned to God, whogaveitp Mother-mother
al know not what did, or how they took me
from her; but found myself lying on the
carriage cushions, with Professor Atherton at
my side. MIR. Lemoyne had remained ct the
Asylum.
ayes, weep, my child! it will do you
good = he exclaimed, with tenderness strong
man rarely shows begged him to take me
back. Be calm y no replied; | am taking
you to Grace He lifted me from the carriage
in his arms, and laid me, weak as child, in
those of dear, sympathizng Grace.
"This ia strange world, dear Ralph! 1t
begins to seem to me very sad one! Yester-
eve sat for hours with my hand resting on
an open letter. My head swam-my heart
was sick knew not what to do nor where
to turn for counsel | did not hear light
footstep behind me; and Grace Conway had
glanced over my shoulder, and unwittingly
caught glimpse of that outspread page, before
could shut it from her sight.
"She started back. Forgive me, Eulalie y
The tone was 40 forced and husky, that look,
ed up at once She stood at her full height,
deathly pale A spasm, as Of pain, was con-
tracing her features but it instantly passed.
@sYou are busy she said, cheerfully; 4
will not interrupt you!
"'No-stay!' | cried, springing to her side
Il am 80 unhappy! would that could tell you
why dear Grace!'
@sYou need not she gently replied. Your
heart is its own best counsellor-let it speak
the truth, my friend and, with an earnest
pressure OF the hand, che left me.
al have no such restriction in regf I'd 70 you,
dear brother am ut liberty to share with
Won the contents OF that letter. You will won
der, rs do that the fastidious Prof Anterior,
with his well-earned laurels, should ask a timid
ignorant girl to share his world renowned
name Perhaps you will wonder still more
that she declines the profer.
YES, brother, | have taken counsel Of my
heart az Grace babe mo, and have followed
the leading of its instinct ! know that such
a treasure comes to few even once in life
time Disparity Of years would 10 the opinion
Of the world, be q thousand fold ovcrbalanced
by the rank, wealth, riches Of intellect and Of
heart, that have been offered to my keeping
| know, too that | am almost alone in the
world and ought not to-DiH modelling help.
lessly to your arm any longer. Bat can J make
the happiness Of heart like hist Can j
arouse the impulses slumbering in its depths
for God and for humanity Alas richly
lowered as this prince among men has been
with the choicest gifts of Heaven, his pride
takes little note Of tho Gver feels littlo of the
fearful responsibility that is thrown upon GO
MUS cannot trust my heart to the guidance
of such an one. | should be in his hands but
petted child, mere automaton, following
his steps with dazzlcd, blinded eyes.
90 My artlessness and simplicity - the bud
with the dew fresh upon IT, All he deceives
himself in thinking he has loved me- II is
only as novel specimen Of the genus girl that
| have pleased his artist eye; and his pity has
prompted the rest There are heights and
depths in that heart that could never touch.
One being alone could do IL the proud, strong,
self-wilIed spirit that never submitted to any
guidance but his, yet from childhood has been
silently shaping itself to his wishes. He has
so thoroughly moulded the character of Grace
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