Litchfield enquirer., 1856-09-25
Thorvaldssn,s first Love.

ThoTvaldssn,s first Love.
 Some fffy-6ve years ago, young woman of preposessing appearance was seated in q small back room Of n house in Copenhagen, weeping bitterly. In her Jap lay few trinkets and other small articles, evidently keepsakes which she had received from time to time. She took np one after the other. and turned them over aud over but she could scarcely distinguish them through her binding tears. Then she buried her face in her hands, and rocked toand fro in agony.
 Oh P moaned she, "and is it come to this All my dreams of happiness are vanished-all ny hopes are dead He win even go without bidding me farewell. An, IIimlen that have lived to sec this bitter day .Loret rare Gnd.
 V At this moment nasty tap at the door was followed hy tue entrance of the object of her grif. He was young man about twenty five years M age was middlc-sized, strongly built, his features massive, regular and attrac- tiye-his long lair laxcn, his eyes blue. This was Bertel Thorvaldsen---a name that has since then sounded throughout the world as that of the most iustrious sculptor of modern times His step was firm and quick, his eyes bright, and his features glowing. us he entered the 6 tV0W Hut 3MuSu uc ueueu tue uLtituue U tHe weeping female, a shade passed over his conn- tenance as he gently walked up to her. and lay ing his hands on her shoulder, murmured {: s~ nsalin IF SssS>~, ssscs. sgs. ss-ss itN
 Bcrtel r answered smothcrcd voice.
 The yoIng Dane drew chair to her side, and sileutly took her tcar-bcdewcd hands, f Amalic." said he, after pause broken only by her quivcring sobs, "I am como to bid thee farewell. go in the morning."
 Sic ceased weeping. raised her face, and, rc' leasing her hauds, pushed buck her dishevelled hair. Then she wiped her eyes, and gazed on him tn . way that made his own droop. "Ber- tcLn snid she ia 6 solemn tose, hut void of all rcproech-@ Betcl, why did you win my heart why dd you leadamc to hope that should be- come the wife Of your bosom P
 I--I always meant iti I mean it now"
 She shook her bead mourufnlly, and taking up the triakets, continued: e Do you remem- Der what you said when you gave this-and tllis-~and thisS
 "What would you have. Amale I said l loved you love stll--but--n
 But ASou4ssc inhibition, fame, the praise of saea, far better lo addeei-stse bis4ssly.
 Thogsaldsen started, and his features flush. d K, for hs felt acntely the truth of her words. !" Yes yoa will leave gamis Demmark--you will lense your poor fond old father aud mo- ther. vhosc only hope ard only earthly joy is in yeu--yua will leave nc, aud All who love the sound of your footstep. and go to the distant land, and forlset as sll.n
 Mia Pige yon are cruel and unjust. shal como back t0 my old father and mother come back 10 thee. and we shah all be happy again.n
 Never, Bertel [ revert When once you have guuo, there is no more happiness for us In heaven VIC may meet again on earth, nev- srs Q no, never moro will you see in this life either your parents or yonr poor brokenhearted Amalic 1 and again her sobs burst forth.
 Th0vaidsen abruptly roec from his chair. dpaced the room in agitation. He was mucll distressed, and oucc or twice he glanced at Amniie with evident hesitation. His past life. tlio pleasures Of his youth, the eudeared scenes aud friends of his childhood, the aifec- xion of Amalie, tho anguish of his parents at tho approaching separation, m vividly passed in fesiew, aud whspcrcd him to stay and be hap pl im the city of his birth. But vision oi KOme rose also. and beckoned him ththcr to earn renown, wealth and earthly immortality Tke pride ofconscious. genius swellcd his sonl And he felt thnt thu de was cast forever.
 Hc reseatcd himself by the sidc Of Amalie and once mora took her hand. She looked up. snd h osle glaaee read his utmost thoughts.- 9Go" said she. 70 md fal6l your destiny.-- Godt VIII bc done Yon will become great man-- -yon VII he the companion of princes and q kingS and yonr hmc will cxtend tue name ofgonr eonntFy to tho uttexmost parts of the earth. NJ see t III and It my seldsh love perishl Oaly prcnise this uhen yoa ars in ~ tho fnll blase Cf your triumph, sometimes turn axido fpm tAe born lovely dames who ars thruaRanr aronnd, and drop ona tear te ths nenny T IVY Iowly Danilh giri who loved you heftss In hspselk l141sl fsvrS
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