The Shasta courier., 1855-07-28
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sad cloud that was won't 10 pass .sofrequept over
his changing feutures, IL rarely s~en-hei aughs,
now aud tests at himself aud all the world ne
has known and felt its boIlowness. He Is again
pooi and It'll proud.
Bur the lazy be- has been SO infenfly gazing at
il taking her seat. The dance is over aud we
have a recess. gentleman approaches. and
3 arm in arm they proceed 10 where the lady So
much observed is sitting. They are introduced,
and are mutually prised 10 End, if not old ac-
quaintunces, fr' M tue same town, dear aid
iamliiar to both for childhood memories The
lady is only recently from her native lione.-
the man has not been there iur sixteen long
years; she tell him about those near and
deur 10 him in memory. Many questions he.
asks. and scarcely waits for answer, forgetting
place and circunss ance, and all save interest in
the lady. Listen. he makes inquiry OF her VIII"
first walked passion In his young heart. and SEEM
ing careless does he ask. Alas! the answer
Furnishes for his leyiiy OF manner. She is dead I.
Again the scene shifts la deep canon OF
the mountains is lone cabin. bult of Embarked
logs. and tor the chimney stack uf sticks and
mud. Step in On two poles. three feet apar,
extending from side tn side, al end of The cab
in, are stretched some cid gunny bags. on these
are spread some course blankets--tbis is IL bed :
rough table, made OF olapboards, frying pan
and oven. two tin plates. knife and fork tin cup.
coffee poi, water bucket, and two or three ron.
stools comprise the furniture. But this cabin is
IN a lovely spot near TO a clear running stream
let OF pure water, which discunrses all sorts of
sweet music as ii tumbles down the mountains
gorge. Just at present the cabin is literally en-
powered i'll all kinds Of green SHRUBS and flow
ers, whilst from the few feet OF cleared space in
front, opens one OF the most gorgeous views OF
mountain scenery. For hours utter tue sun has
shed his last rays upon this spot, his reflection
may be on the distant mountain iops. illu
miuating in flood Of golden light, the dark
pines aud fir, and mounfain chaparal. The very
home Tor artist or poet
'ris evening: half reclining on the grass, III
front Of This cabin door is man; d simple grey
flannel SHIRT, canvass pants. and boots compnse
his entire costume. Near him on the ground lies
Il large vulu.n, --Goldsinith--he HAS been read
ing The = Vicar of Wakefield" The book had
fallen lsiless from his hand. and he is gazing
OH the magnificent scenery In front He is Ill
the deep shade of canon, bnt the far away
mountain tops still tipped with golden
nets by the sitting SUM- He rises to bis feet,
and light as it were iumes his dark TEXTURES.
MS he utiers the single word "Glorous.' He
stands drinking in the balmy air. and gazing
on the view, as it it were joy. A change again
comes over lis face; the hight fades aud sofl
melancholy steals each lneament. He
moves a few PAGES and s,oops to pluck flower;
the bitter hazel, hyacntl, har-bell, lilly. ruby
drob. and host OF gaudy flowers to choose from,
but he stoops low, and plncks a Ineek-eyed
violet" Again lie throws himself upon the
green sward. and gaZes on the little Hover be
holds. as lover gaZes on his first love. See,
The muscles about the corners of his mouth are
twitching with emotion old memories are stir
ring strong and deep. They will. must find
Tnice. Here, too. he may do Or say az he pleases
there Is no obtrusive eye or ear near this
lonely SPOT. Listen: zu ~
Yes, iwere better had followed the advice
of all SHE. too. warned me- Now her lovely
spirit is in Heaven-I, still a base worm, grow
Cling nth! Died in stranger land, with
no kind l"v ne hand to suothe her dying pillow.
Curses on the wretch, who made bitter the cup
Of her pure life But am guiltlessl Oh. God
ihop alone can answer-our deStinies all III
thy hands She was my good angel; | never
entertained all evil thought, but her sweet face
ever stepped 'twixi me and its execution. From
boyhood's hour she was my spirit worshlp-my
world Dely-to be adored, not attained Now
she is gone, and life has no end Yes. may live
to learn how To die. Is there unity of spirit
in another world There must be-ihe longing
soul. the hoping faith are proofs positive! Else
why the great desire Ioran eternity OF compal-
ionship? Oh, Matilda look down from thy
spirit home, and forgive the error of thy boyish
lover, and he will enter into snlemn covenant,
from this day forth on Earth to iorswear Pride,
and have no feeling. ct pity, for all the
proud ones of the Earth. -. fIsa
He has done. and the shades Of evening are
falling fast. let us go.
Willlhi man keep his Covenant Time alone.
will al swer. s-r. LORN.
The TRAP, Shasta Co. 4t4 fsia