True American. [volume] (Steubenville [Ohio]) 1855-1861, 1855-07-18
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glowing cheeks.
She was led into the house by her new
mother, and there, on the pretty chintz
lounge by the window, sat Reginald St.
Eustace, smiling in the blessed conscious
ness of having done good action. Oh,
my friend, the feeling that we have soft
ened the thorns on the pathway of some
one, smoothed the cares from some suffer-
ing brow, or made some oppressed heart
to sing with joy-oh tits better than aught
else the world can give 'Tis the effuence
of the smile of an approving God, and |
would not exchange it for the incense Of
the whole world But am wandering ;
pardon me, and l will return.
"Well, my gentle Rosalic, have you no
word for Inc ?" asked Reginald playfully,
drawing her to seat by his side, and re-
moving her coarse bonnet. "Do you like
the country as well as ever, and did you
see the green trees and birds that you used
to dream about ?"
ooh! Mr.. st. Eustacc," she exclaim-
ed, 81 never was SO happy, no not even in
my dreams! All! sir, is it not a delight
full thing to be happy 7"
at is, indeed, my child" murmured
St. Eustace, as he gazed almost sadly into
the radisnt face of the happy girl; and he
sighed as he thought Of his own isolated
existence; though admired and Aattered
by all, yet alone in spirit; and travelling
on through life in loneliness of heart
A pretty little chamber close to that Of
Mr.. and Mrs Ellsworth was appropriated
to Rosalie, and clean bed, with nice cool
sheets, and such spotless white counter
paine; and then, the muslin curtains, and
the fragrant sweet briar that almost veiled
the window: and then, without, the
spreading waters Of the silvcry river, with
the willows bending so lovingly over it,
and the tall blue mountains beyond-all,
all seemed like enchantment to Rosalie
and she threw her arms around Mrs. Ellis
worth's neck, and asked again and again
if it we're not dream?
St. Eustace left that evening, saying he
would come again soon and as he bid
Rosalie good bye,' tears trembled on hel
dark lashes as she said, "God-bless you,
sir; you do not know how full of joy you
have made me-"
When Reginald St. Eustace laid his
head on the pillow in the little village tav.
ern, he too dreamed-and loving eyes were
smiling upon him, and that low, sweet
voice murmured, God bless you
Thus was Rosalie Moreton brought
among us, and so trusting and con6ding
was her whole nature, that ere she had
been an inmate of Farmer Ellsworth &
cottage one week, she had gained the heart
Of every maiden in the vicinity. My faith
er's dwelling was next that of Mr.. Els
worth, and Rosalie and l were soon warm
friends. Sweet girl it was an inexpress
ible pleasure to love her. How many
times has she laid her head on my breast
and in the calm twilight told me all hel
wild 'yearnings to be loved, and then in ell
oquent earnestness she would speak of the
great goodness of Reginald St. EuStace
and implore the blessings of Heaven upon
him. All! gentle Rosalie, early did thy
friend read the secret of thy soul yes
young as thou vast thy heart had beer
given to the keeping of another-unasked
In all the neighborhood there was not &
lovslier maiden than Rosalie Ellsworth, al
she was now called, and her adopted pa
rents loved her almost to distraction. AL
the little treasures which had belonged t,
their lost daughter were given to her, ane
she regarded every article, however triaing
as gem of inestimablc worth.
There was not in the school single pu
pill who learned so readily as Rosalie, anc
in one year from the time she came among
us, she entered the highest English clas
in the Village Academy. There she gain
ed the warmest affections of all; even th'
difnifed old professors melancholy phiz
frightened when listening to Rosalie's re
citations of an,o, dmas, dn,at, DC.
Reginald St. Eustace came OCCASIONAL,
to the cottage Farmhouse, and his visit
were holidays to the happy Rosalic. Sh'
I would sing him her sweetest songs, ant
play on the guitar which had been Mar.
Ellsworth's, and delightedly tell him how
far she had advanced in her studies; anc
then, the worthy report Of her behavior
was shown; and Reginald was pleased tt
observe that, throughout, perfect, wa
the word written.
When / FIRST looked upon Reginald st
Eustace, | felt no wonder that my gentl
friend should love hin. A nobler looking
man j have never seen. He inspired m
at once with feeling of admiration, sue
as I rarely feel for any human being.
Time rolled on. When ROsaliC wa
seventeen, she graduated at Prof, StilliDg
tons Academy, with the full honors Of tn
| Institution. About this time, our age