The Evansville daily journal. [volume] (Evansville, Ia. [i.e. Ind.]) 1848-1862, 1856-07-25
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From the Lily. :
HOW 1 WENT ANGLING.

summer morning.
The suggestion was by no means new one
for was tive and thirty, and it had been itera-
ted and reiterated by all my family ever since
| was twenty-five. [. therefore regarded my
mothers remark as the beginning of kind OF
family ritual, and responded, as usual. "Why
so, ma'am."
Because" she answered shortly, deviating
somewhat from the beaten track, tits high
time.2S .
i "Granted," said 1.
YES" pursued my mother, "yon're old
enough, and you're rich enough, and you're
clever enough; and why you don't get married
can't see. You would then be much happier
than you now are, idling about here, with
nothing better to do than to follow an old wo-
man about from cellar to pantry putting your
hands to every bit of mischief which Santa
! finds for idle hands TO do'-aud all for want
of some sensible employment"
"Would petting foolish wife be sensible
employment" | asked, laughing
'She need not be foolish,' SAID my mother.
| "But the wise virgin will not have me,''
replied, "and [ will not have foolish one; so,
you see, there is my trouble"
"You are too modest by half" returned my
mother, as she was leaving the room.
! | pondered that last remark of my mother.
and wondered more people were not of her.
| way of thinking. The melancholy general
Election that modest worth is always sure to
be underrated, threw me into pensive and
sentimental mood, and snatching up my hat
and fishing tackle, Isauntered out for reverief
under cover of my favorite spot.
The subject Of my late conversation contin-
ned to occupy my Thoughts The truth is,
my mother was not more anxious to see me
married than | was to be so. | had always
regarded the marriage state as the happiest;l
my heart glowed as much as any mans eveI
did at the picture my fancy drew of loving
family and a happy home. But the mischie,
of it was, could not find any one to please
me .lrl.Ldid not consider myself, nor mean to
be estidious; but among all the fiat, futtcring,
furbelowed fine ladies met in society," found
so little nature, so little goodness so little
heart, that could not fall in love with them,
let me try as l would. ti4s
1t was truly lamentable case. Here I-al
really clever enough fellow well to do IN the
world considered, as | knew we'll enough,
something of a catch--willing and anxlous
to be caught, and nobody skillfull enough to|
do it!
Pondering on this gloomy thought, wan
dered on quite beyond my usual bounds, and
at last, rather tired, l clambered up steep
rock which overhung the brook l had been fol-
lowing, and sat down to rest.
/ 1t was true summer scene-quiet, and
warm, and hright-nicely shaded however,
where | lay and the cool sound of the ripping
water added just, the only charm possible,
where it was SO charming. =
listened with delight, but in doing So Q
came sensible that besides the regular monoto-
nous bubbling of the brooklet, there mingled
other sounds of splashing water which occur
red at irregular intervals, and which seemed
to proceed from below the rocks on which |
reclined. My curiosity led me to explore the
mystery clambered to the top of the rock
and looked down over its furthest edge.
: Cupid! god Of lovei how ! Vas rewarded
The rock on the side over which looked de
scended sheer some fifteen or twenty feet,
%hen.a projecting ledge formed kind of nat
ural seat, below which the water rippled. The
spot was quite. hung over and shaded with
trees and. thick shrubs. 1t was complete
sylvan grotto, and within it, as seemed most
fitting, was its nymph lli',
young girl, apparently about nineteen,
sat on the rocky ledge bathing her feet. Her
attitude and occupation reminded me strongly
OF the pretty picture we have all seen in old
fashioned annals, of Dorothea, except that my
little beauty was evidently gay and fresh, and
lively, while Dorothea in the picture is weary
and sad.
| could not make up my mind for time to
disturb so charming a scene, and therefore
continued to gaze in silence from my lurking
| place. Z, -. : So. y,
All! those dainty little white feet, with their
pink tipped toes which cleaned SO fair through
the clear water--or flashed for moment above
its surface, finging about the bright gltterlng
drops, and then plunging again beneath the
cool blue-never shall forget them ! The
gr cefuIll bent head with it's bright glowing
curIs and bralds, against which new and then
the sun sparkled from a chink in the leafy
screen, the lovely neck and arm-the cheek
dehcately tinted with pink, Of which | now
and then caught glimpse-formed picture
more enchanting than anything had ever i'm
agrned. More than ALL the perfect innocence
and modesty which accompanied all these
movements Of my sweet Diana charmed me
even more than her beauty.
| My heart of ice suddenly burst into fame
"Heayens!" cried / Ito myself as l felt it
/ humping against my side, what is this new
sensation? Bob, now your hour is come
| You're in love"
| At the moment l came to this conclusion,
the float Of my fishing line dropped at the feet
of my charmer, and lmmediatel y-weH, I'm
not going to lay before my confdentsl public
an account of all my delicate and skilIui ma
neuvreing- enough, that within half an hour
l was seated socially by my water-fairy's side,
trying to look as much like Neptune or Mas
sanieflo, or any other ter-hero, did not
IRE which, as / could. gave SLY tweak or
two to my shirt collar, to make it lie down.
sailor fashion; turned back my wristbands
and kept my hat carefully on, SO that one lit
tie spot on my crown which was growing thin
might not be observed; and lattered myself