The star of the north. [volume] (Bloomsburg, Pa.) 1849-1866, 1855-09-20
Translated from the F. for the Home Journal
THE MAIDEN WITH GOLDEN HAIR,
BY OLIVER s. LELAND.

aiotiS iaugninSiy, tnioueu 'ho ho"eis ahe
the fresh, green grass.
In the fountain, a large willow bathed its
long green hair and under this willow came
Jacqueline every evening, at the hour when
the night flower opens its chalice ButJac-
quelne came not under the tree 10 drink OF
the fountain; for here, at the hour when the
nigh, flower opens its chg!ice, came her low
er, Pierre. Pierre was blacksmith of the
country, the handsome smith with the proud
vet tender glance. And every evening they
culled with the same hand, the little blue
flowers which enamelled the borders of the
fountain. And when the flowers were cul-
led, Pierre would kiss them and conceal
them in the bosom of the beautiful Jacque-
line with the golden har.
One evening when Jacqueline came with
Pierre under the great willow tree, he grew
pale as death "Dearest," said she, ''vow
TO ME 10 love thy Jacqueline as long as the
fountain shall glide on" And Pierre an
swered, GAS long as the fountain shall glide
on, SO long, and longer, will love my beau
tiful Jacqueline with the golden hair.
He vowed but one day Jacquellne stood
all alone beneath the great willow tree. She
gathered the liule blue flowers while wait
ing for him, but he came not to place them
in tie little red bodice. She threw the flow
ers into the fountain, ard she thought that
the fountain wspt with her. The next day
she came a little sooner and wen. away
little later. She waited; the nighlingales
were singing in the woods, the cattle were
lowing in the meadow. She waited the old
abbey clock sounded the hour OF the Angelus;
the miller of Nosent chanled his joyous song.
Eight days after, Jacqueline came once
more 10 The fountain. She was still alone
at is over," said she; 'it is overw The
soldiers of the king just then passed by the
brooksiGe. "Ah n' said she, che has gone
to the war"
She went and knocked al the door of the
Abbey. "lt is poor girl" said she, "who
wishes to love God alone"
They cut off her beautiful golden hair
they seut back 10 her mother her little red
bodice and her ring of silver.
Yet he came back-he, the blacksmith
with The proud eye, yet tender glance
Jacqueline. Jacqueline, where art thou 2"-
The fountain still runs on: it is the hour
when the white pigeons seek the dovecot,
The hour when the night flower opens its
chaice. "Where art thou, Jacqueline q
Where art thou 2" And even as he spoke,
Pierre was Jacqueline pass by, robed in the
black sath of The nuns. Poor Jacqueline
she has lost her golden hair
He approached her. "Jacqueline, Jacque-
line, what hast thou done with our haPpi-
ness While ! was prisoner of war, be-
hold thou hast descended into living tomb.
Jacqueline, darling, what shall / do at my
forge without thee? Thou, who shouldst
have given 10 me thy smile to cheer my
heart, thy brow TO embalm my lips, thy neck
on which TO restmy arms. Thou who shouldsl
have given TO me children, beautiful as an
gels, 10 enliven the corner Of my freside.-
Already have seen them in my dreams,
with their little rosy feet, playing on their
fathers knees, smiling in their mothers
arms. Adieu, Jacqueline; adieu | will go
| to night and bid farewell 10 the fountain,
and TO the grea. willow Tree, and to the little
blue flowers. And when | have said fare
well 10 all that have loved. will cut me a
staff in the old forest, and will journey into
far of-lands."
| That evening when Pierre came TO the
fountain, the sun was gliding with his last
pale ray the branches of the great willow
tree. II was hunting day, and the baying
of the dogs and the shouts of the hunlsmen
resounded gayly over The Maine. When
! Pierre had come under the great willow tree,
he shuddered and pressed his hand closely
to his heart for lying on the grass, her head
| leaning against the stone base of the feun.
tain he had seen the figure of nun.
"Jacqushne Jacqueline !" falling on his
knees; and the echo from the woods an.
swered, sadly, "Jacqueline Jacqueline %
With fright and love he raised her in his
AIMS. HFarewell, dear Pierre" she said
softly "snce I have prayed 10 God within
those gloomy convent walls, have felt thai
was dying from hour to hour Already am
dead if my heart shll beats, il is that 1t il
so near 10 thine. Grant me one favor, will
you not, dearest? When am dead bury
! me here. ! co not wish 10 return to the con-
vent, where my heart was frozen; but bury
me here, dear Pierre, where may still hea
the iippling Of the fountain and the waving
Of the branches of the great willow tree
And in the soft, sweet evenings of the month
of May, when the nightingale sings his ten
derest lay down in the woods, ! will remem
| ber that you have loved nee we'll"
She ceased, and pressing her deaih-cole
| lips for the last lime upon his brow, she
breathed her soul away in that last kiss o
love. Thus died Jacqusline, the beaulifu
maiden with the golden hair.
i The moon, Just rising above the mountain
| top, she'd down a sweet, sad light upon ih'