True American. [volume] (Steubenville [Ohio]) 1855-1861, 1855-05-01

sadness shadows them"
"Her last poem was very beautiful" said
a lady by the. side of Mrs. Grey-whose
dark eyes revealed depths Of feeling. at
was glory in itself"
"You refer to The Ideal of Sublimity,
do you not?" asked Lionel. eff she bt
beautiful as her poetry is high, she is {
peerless being"
81 would give much to know her" saiG
Ada. "In loving her poetry have wor
shipped, her" Just then an exclamation
from Mrs. g., caused them to turn, and
looking on the mass or shrubberry below
they saw Glennie Merrills. Never was she
lOvelier than then; her embroidered black
hair fell in waving masses around hel
snowy shoulders, and shawl thrown care.
lessly around her half revealed the grace
fulness of her figure, and the falling moon.
light made purer her face of exquisite
loveliness. But in moment she had dis.
appeared.
A shade of vexation fitted across Mrs
Grey's face as she saw who so many were
admiriug, and Ada turned away when she
saw Mr., Il, the poet, who had been
standing by her, lingering longest to gaze
after Gennie.
beautiful as Sylph," exclaimed Mrs
"Peerless enough for a Peri of Paradise y
said Mr.. B.
"Glorious enough to be Zulieme' her
self" again said Mrs. o.
"What a splendidly beautiful. crcaturen'
said Mr.. L., as he came back to Ada's
sidc-"She is the loveliest girl that 1 evel
saw. Who is she Miss. Grey?'
Ada was confused for moment, then
she said carelessly-
"Was the girl in the garden the one Of
whom you were all speaking as gloriously
beautiful? Why, Mr.. H., that was Glen
ME Merrills, mammals kitchen girl; she is a
silly girl, glorying in her really passable
beauty; and if it wasn't for gratifying her,
l would tell how hermanypoets and artists
had fallen in love with her to night"
Lionel heard the heartless remarks of
his sister, and he sighed, that one so beau
tiful and gifted as Glennie Merrills should
bo shut away from high circles.
Months fitted away on Times golden
pinions. In the rich gardens of the Grey
mansion Lionel Grey was reading and mu-
sing over magazine in the moonlight
"Zulieme! Zulieme! Who can that strange
ly gifted poetess be? l never dreamed
that such bewildering strains could be ava
kened on the Tyre of song. l would give
a fortune to see her."
Alight step was heard on the walk. and
Glennie Merrills stood by Lionel's side
Ere he could speak, she said
evil you give me fifty dollars, Mr..
Grey, now, this moment?"
"Certainly, Miss Merrills," said Lionel,
gaily-abut why this moment?"
"Oh, l am goingaway, Mr.. Grey" said
Glennie. 81 would not have asked you,
but you are the only friend to Glennie
Merrills in all New York.
"Nay, Glennie~ said he, in startled
tone, do not go away! Ishall be lonely,
Glennie. We are not acquainted, but |
shall miss your beautiful presence"
And Lionel smiled sadly as he gaveher
the money. Large tears were cloulmg
Glennies dark eye, as, thanking him she
turned to go. Again Lionel said Tell
me where you are going, Glennio! Tell
me, that / may write to you"
,"0h, no, Mr., Grey" said she quickly,
"do not ask me, for | must not tell you,
my only friend
"But shall be sad and lonely, if Imay
never hear from you,' said he earnestly
"Ah! you will dream of 'Zuleme, and
in those dreamings forget Glennie, Merrills,
rs one at noon, gazing on the sparkling sea,
would forget the dew drop which he had
seen at morn, and a strangesmile wreath
ed Glennie's lips" "a aAe4 !.
Lionel started at the name of ''zuliemc,"
but he said-"Nay, I cannot forget you,
GlcnnieR ~ But Glennie was gone. Ina
he heard the rolling Of carriage
wheels, and Osa low barouchc passed by, a
white hand, which he knew to be Glennie's
was waved from the window, and slip Of
paper auttered down to the gate against
which he leonsd The carriage rolled on,
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