Georgetown weekly news., 1854-12-28
"Sacred to song,
And memory DEAR

BOlu DIS IL UIohc al NY teeC. Twas Ialry
light
"Sacred to song,
And memory dear.'
/ had often sat there and watched the
mighty sun 60 down;-seen his reflection
upon the waves and upon the quiet sky
Ny soul was filled with reflection as watch
ed the varied hues with which he THE sun
in his setting) had painted that mighty arch
above No songs of birds greeted my ear,
no sound, save the ripple of the water and
whistle of the wind, did l hear; Memory
awoke, and fancy fed far into dream of
bye-gone days. Twas o dream of love!-
Strange that such dream should haunt my
memory; but dreams will come and go, we
know not whittier.
Lora was small, though beautiful fig
ure, with da rk ringlets, that hung down a
neck of snowy whiteness; lips like rubies,
and teeth white as orient pearls, with soft
brown eye, whose brightness spoke with
more power than language itself a mind of
genius Then, may ask, who would not
love one so beautiful? Had Lora heart?
MOI she loved dress and beaux-all who
did not pay homage at her shrine, were not,
to her, what they should be. Her vanity
led her to believe that she ought to be wor-
shipped by all mankind. Strange that |
knew all this land more,) but could not
cease to love!
was dreaming! There came an angel
in the garb of Roman; in her heart was
friendship, and upon her tongue were the
words of sympathy, and whispered
"Wake from thy dream of love; Lora
loves you not! She smiles not only on you,
but on all who pay homage at her shrine;
think not, then, that.you are an exception;
be led no longer by her coquettish smiles,
she has no heart! Beneath those eyes which
you so much admire, lies treachery, deep,
dark treachery! Let not, beseech you,
her smiles lure you on, for there is poison in
those honied words that she breathes to you
more deadly in the abstract than that
which the ingenuity of Borgias could in
vent! Her words are like the syrens song;
and if you are once led away by them you
are lost-(for well know the madness of
disappointed love)-you will forever regret
that you had ever seen her! You sought
Lora through curiosity and through sympa-
thy; you had heard her spoken Of in q not
very complimentary manner, and you did
not believe all you had heard; and from Gu
riosity you visited her. She was SO differ
ent from what many would think from re-
port, that you were easily led on to love
her; and her "billet-doux" to you made you
believe that your love was mutual; but it is
not 80; she never knew what it was to love;
so take my advice before it is too late;
leave her now, und forever"
1 thought the angel had departed.
looked up, and she commenced telling me
what was woman's love-love that Lora
never dreamed Of
"How sincere,-how beautiful is woman s
love! Poets and moralists have too often
depicted it as evenescent and tickle; but they
have not rightly comprehended the passion.
They have mistaken (ike you) the caprices
of coquette for the attachment of virtu-
Gus and disinterested heart. No! woman's
love is not name which may be painted on
the moons pale beam!' 1t is permanent
and durable; it is the nOblest, the most holy,
and the most heaven-like sentiment which
ever animates this mortal clay Degrade
not this sacred name of love, that flame
which burns so brightly and so purely upon
the altar of the heart, like the acceptable
sacrifice of Abel unto his God. Degrade
it not by confounding it with the weak,
vacillating and changeful feeling of the ca
pricious heart. Let not the hand of Cain
disfgure that holy image of the Deity's own
affection for the human race. The love of
the pure female heart knows no abatement,
and is willing to make any sacrifices; it en-,
counters all perils and dares all dangers; it
smooths the pillow of sickness, and miti-
gates the pangs of the death-bed. 1t is an
essence apart from all sensuality; it perishes
only with life itself. No, it does not even
perish then, for, from the empyrean heights
of another and better world, it watches over
the object of its interest on earth. And,
oh! if the doctrine of the Pythagorean creed
be true,-if it be given to the souls of the
departed to revisit this earth in other
shapes, to renew their being in other mortal
forms, then may we imagine that the pure
spirit which cheered mans rugged path on
earth will come back on the wings of the
bird, and pour into his ears assurances of
unchanged affection in the rich melody of
song"
Orphelia ceased, and my dream vanished,
but | could forever listen to o tale of Wo-
mans Love. Waverley.
POPULATION OF TULAaE,-Tbe Alta Gal