The Lancaster ledger. [volume] (Lancaster, S.C.) 1852-1905, 1854-03-01
LANCASTER H. SOUTH CAROLINA WEDNESDAY MORNING. MARCH 1874
countenancea Two lines of a noble bard
Dashed aceross his memory

THE light of love, the purity of grace,
The mind, tho music breathing from her face.n
Then another line instantaneously sue.
ceeded-
"And oh! that eye is In itself a soul.n
There was one thing which dis appointed
hun. He did not notice single blush
Hitting over her fair cheek. He feared
she was deficient in sensibiIity. 1t was 80
natural to blush at strangers greeting.
lie did not understand the nature of her
feelings. He could not know that one
so recently engaged in sublime Worship
Of the Creator, must be lifted above fear
or confusion in tie presence of the crea-
ture. Viieneuve had seen much of the
world, aud understood the art vf adapted.
ness, IN the best sense of the word. He
could conform to the circumstances in
which he might he placed, with grace and
ease, and though lie WAS too sincere TO
express sentiments he did not feel. he felt
justified in concealing those he did feel,
when ho knew their avowal would give
pam or dIsPleasure. 1t was very singu-
lar way for him to pass the sabbath. The
guest ofa Village Pastor, breathing an at
mosphere redundent with the sweets of
pie'y, spirituality and holy love. The lam
guage OF levity and tlattery, so current in
society, would he considered PROCLAMATION
here; and conviction deeply mortifyinp to
his vanity forced itself upon him, that all
those accomplishments ior which he had
been so much admired, wouid gain him
no favor with the minister and his dauph
ter. lie could not forebare expressing his
surprise at the location Mr.. Brandfari had
chosen.
II would not insult you by fattery,n
said Filleneuve, ingeniousIy, "but am
aston'slied you do not seek wider sphere
"t usefulness. 1t is impossible that the
people here should appreciate your tai
eh'S' or estimate the sacrifices you make
to enlighten and exalt them"
Mr.Bandiord smiled and answered.. "you
tilink my sphere too small, while | tre,n-
Iie at the weight Of responsibility have
assumed. Ii have the talents which you
kindly ascribe Ia Inc find here an am
pic Held for their cXercise. There are
hundreds Of minis around me that min.
gle. their aspirations with mine, and even
assist Aic in the heavcnward journey. In
l>rser, more brilliant circle, I might
perhaps gain more sounding name and
exercise wider influence, but that influ-
ence would not be half us deep and heart
felt. l WAS born and bred in CITY. and
know the advantages such life can offer:
but ! would not exchange the tranquility
Of this rural rcsid .nce, the serenity OF nv
pastoral life, the paternsl influence wield
over this secluded village, and the love
anu reverence Of its upright and pure lnin-
del inhabitants, tnr the splendid sinecure
Of the Archbishol,s of our molherand."
Villeneuve was astonishe.l To see man
so n"bIy endowed, entirely destitute of
the principle Of ambition. lie wanted to
ask him how he had thus tra,npled under
his feet the honor and distinction Of the
world. "fou consider ambition vice
then T. said hc. .. -'"...
"You are mi .ken," replied Mr.. Band.
ford, III yon believe me destitute of ambi
ton. am one Of the most ambitious
men in the world. But aspire after
honors that can resist the mutations OF
time, and rartakc Of the impcrshub;lity
Of tlieir Great Bcstower."
There WAS silence Of moments, dur.
ing which Mr.. Blandford looked upward
and the cres Of GRANGE followed her faith.
cr's with kinding ray.
"B ut your daughter" continued Vile.
neuve, "can she find contentment in n
situation for which nature and education
have so evidently unified heri"
Let Grace answer for herself" said
Mr.. Biandford, mildly ;"I have consulted
her happiness RS well as my own, in the
choice have made"
Villeneuve was delighted TO bright
blush sutiuse the modest cheek Of Grac,
but IL was tie blush Of feeling, not ot
shame.
], love tho county rather Than tho
town." said she, "for prefer nature to
art, meditation To action, and the work.
OF God ,o the words Of man and in tho
constant companionship Of my father
find more than contentment--I find han.
piness. Joy"
pillene,re sighed-he felt the isolation
ot his own destiny. The last Of the fam
Wy traveller in strangelant. in pursuit
OF health, which had been sacrificed in the
too eager pursuit Of this world, without
one hope TO link him to another. Affiu.
ent and uncontrolled, yet sated and de.
pondIng, he enviei the interrupted taste
OF the minister's daughter. lie would
have bartered all his wealth for the en-,
thusism chat warmed the heart Of he,
father. That night he was awakened by
a singular dream. lie thought he was II
the horror Of thick darkness. Il sccneJ
that he was in the midst Of infiniiy, and
yet chained to one dark spot, an iinmoy
able speck in the boundess ocean o
space. Must ] remain here forever r
ne cried in agony, such as Is only knowr
IN dseanis, when the spirits nerves are al
unsheatbed. Forever and ever an
swersd svest serapliic, high above ti
head, and booking up he beheld Grace
reclining on silver bosomed clouds, so dis
tant sbs appeared like star in the hoav
ems yetevcry liHeaucnt perfectly defined