Spirit of the age. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1849-1865, 1855-11-14

" If thou hast loved, not wisely but too WE'LL
If fate has severed, or harsh words estranged
If in thy ear still rings the last farewell,
And the whole face of earth to thee seem changed;
Chain doion the tempest, in the yearnipg heart"
Another day was shining in cloudless
loneliness over the splendid nome and broad
lands of Eugenia, while acloud, which seemed
to have no silver lining, was hanging over the
happiness Of the young heiress of all that
beauty.
Frederic and Eugenia are standing togeth-
er at the broad window of the parlor, talking
earnestly, Frederic's noble face is pale and
subdued, and a gentler, less proud express
sion, rests upon Eugenia's beautiful face.
Forgive me, Frederic, if | seemed harsh,
or unfeeling. l did not wish to leave the
Shad0U of a hope. At heart, | was not un-
feeling, for how well | might have apprecia-
ted the gift of your noble heart, | may not
tell you. Had we met sooner, or 0eUer met,
but this is past-her lip q~uiyered for a mo-
ment,-the love | might have priced as life,
belongs to another, and you a0U forget me.
Call to your aid the resolution l know you
possess-forget me-and when this wild, sad
dream, is passed, your heart, chastened and
refined, will only be the more entirely deyo-
ted to Lucy"
Eugenia paused. 1t required an effort
WHICH D0HO Dub q WOhtu Cdu dHuCISLdItO,
thus calmly to sever every hope of happiness
for self. She turned her face away, and a
brief, suffering look, passed over it, but dis
appeared and left it calm.
A touch of the misery in her heart, sound.
ed in her low sweet voice, and caused Fred
eric to raise his eyes to her face. He saw
that look of anguish, and her secret was re
yealed. He saw that she loved him, anC
was sacrificing herself for Lucy, and another
plea for hope rose to his lips. But Eugeni'
spoke:
And now Frederic-I charge you-keel
this from Lucy neee9 let her know what ha
passed the knowledge will but grieve her.
Il bow in obedience to your will, Euge
MA" said Frederic in the tone Of one VIII
knew all hope was oVer-I will strive to fol-
get, and to my pure and gentle Lucy, will
give, in time, my hand, and if possible m
heart. And yet, to think how l could hay
! loved you p and his voice faltered.
{ "Nay, Frederic, this is weak" said sh
S her cheek growing paler every momen
Ego, forget me-"
n She extended her hand to him, and som
thing in her manner, q touch of tenderne
she could not entirely subdue, caused him
u think he might make one more effort to ga
Q her hand.
But generosity, and a spirit of gentlema
ly courtesy, instantly prevented the though
a and he took her hand and Kissing it, left t
room without a word. She closed her ey
ID as he left her presence, as if weary of the L
and beauty which seemed to mock her gri
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n. Another year had passed since the ever
IN just related.
at Another autumnal season is shedding lo'
OF illness over the home of Eugenia Melbur
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en- honored guest at Melburne place. Ca
ar reason, sober reflection, andtime have taue
lite him the easy lesson of forgetfulness, and
OF, now looks back upon his passion for Eui
70, MIA as a dream. Love lives on hope W
he men, and so Frederic had ceased to love, a
be now his whole heart is given to Lucy, Wi
out a shadow of regret for the past.
ely And Eugenia, had she too forgotten
Ter Sometimes Frederic bends an earnest Il
sht upon that beautiful face, and asks his he
Ich the question. But no movement of the CIR
wn son lip, no dropping of the lash over tn
an splendid eyes, if they meet his glance,
sed changing of the cheek tells upon the hear
oil different story. And Frederic looks av
her with a sigh of relief. Color, beautiful
ear that OF the ocean shells, plays upon
lful cheek, the flashing of her dark eve is m
ain- su6dued than OF old, and a sweet, haI
pi"JS ouounu her mouth yet rea'
$50 Eugenia Melburne has not forgotten.
Try. down in her young heart, still sleeps
uti- memory ofthat dream of love. Yet it bri
no sadness to her heart, for it is bette
cen bow IN devotion of heart before a wo
cy's shrine, even tho it be in vain, than to
iful unworthily, or never love at all. Lu
our marriage day was fixed, and she was t
des- welded amid the beauty of the southern
e. tumn in Georgia.
ting Sweet Lucy had woven herself around