The Literary echo, and Pawcatuck advertiser. [volume] (Westerly, R.I.) 1851-1854, 1854-02-09
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but as the reader can hardly be expected
to have as much interest in them as the
erudite Applevilians themselves, We
will refrain from numerous quotations.
There had been one or two romantic
tributes to the fair hostess, but in none
of them did she recognize the hand
writing or the spirit for which her heart
ionged. There was something approach
ing to her ideal, in the following high
flown prose effusion, which (between us)
| fear was A" hoax"
Lady Fair-To me is not given the
power TO breathe in the poets melfluous
strains, my glowing feelings-but in
simple prose, the medium through which
many OF the loftiest spirits OF our race
have made vocal their emotions, would
pay my feeble tribute to thy charms
The beauty and grace that blend in thee
other admiring pens may grow eloquent
upon--I would bend before that nature
OF exquisite sensitiveness--that mind Of
ETHEREAL refinement, and rejoice that our
little heaven has arisen this star-this
star, so softly, purely bright, that We
dream the Pleiad lost from heaven, has,
wandering here, taken up her radiant
dwelling. Lady, my worship has been
long and silent, and with the poet let
me say
Time on that cheek his withering hand may
press
lie may do all, but make me love the less;
The mind defes him, and thy charm lies there;
| must have loved thee, hadst thou not been
| fair!"
This was not DR.. Mason's, however,
there was no hope Of 1.-THE penman-
ship was altogether too unlike his, to
be for moment suspected--but there
were several letters yet to be given forth,
and Miss Sophronia did not despair.
But while her attention was wholly
given to finding something from the doc
tor, her jealousy was not little excited
by the following effusion TO him, which
she certainly did not write, and which
she mentally pronounced "quits too
personal for any young lady"
What grace and genius blend in thee,
Oh, grave and excellent VI. ID.
How quick before thy magic sway
AL dark diseases pass away
Der ills Of body and of brain
Thy powr usurps a conquerng reign,
But dost thou boast a healing art
For every ailment Of the hearth
| With all thy skill, pray the tell,
| Hast thou no deep and potent spell,
| That will through all the weary day,
Loves intermittent" fever stay.
They say the French with careful pains
| Feed dropping life, from living veins,
An. naught can save this heart Of mine,
! Unless thou give it life from thine
A great commotion followed the read
ing of this, and the doctor was most
meTcilessly rallied. But he gallautly
expressed himself ready to prescribe for
any afflicted member of the party, who
had entire faith in his skill--at which
announcement Miss Sophrona heaved
gentle sigh, which, glancing over to
where the doctor stood, she tancied was
quietly reciprocated by him. She wou-
dered sadly, too, that he had not taken
courage to write sto her. Perhaps,
after all, he thought this too public .
place. to declare such heartfelt senti-
mcnts, and she felt herself, that words
uttered in some impulsive moment,
when they were alone together, would
have NOR significance The readings
went ou, with short pauses at the close
Of each, but while Miss Sophronia's
heart died within her, there was another
lull among the busy ehatterer's, aud IL
last Valentine was taken from the box.
The editor cearcd lis voice with the
long, preparatory hem, aud bowiug pro-
foundly to Miss Brown, announced the
inscription, /" To Miss s. "A. b."
When the faces that were fixed upon
her for moment, were turned back to
the reader, Miss Sophronia glanced
over TO the doctors place. His eyes
were downcast, and she was confident
|, she saw deeper color in his cheek,
! and = peculiar expression about bis
mouth. Her hear. beat naJvously: faf