The Ripley advertiser. [volume] (Ripley, Miss.) 1843-1897, 1856-02-21

piano.
"What shall play?'
ANYTHING pretty" they both said.
"Well, here goes the Sea Serpent,
and she played, with mastery skill
that beautiful polka. When she cea,
sed, Harry, with look ofunutterablt
love, said-"Lutie, play me once
more my favorite song, 1 loved thee
when in early years." and she sung
with much grace and pathos that love
ly song by Swift.
oh" thought her youthful lover
as he listened to the soul-thrilling
heart-stirring notes, chow full of mel
ody is her voice, and how gracefully
those fairy fingers fly over the ivory
keys! Look at those heavenly eyes
so full Of the music of the SOUL
would that could live always be-
meath their bright sunny ray. OH
would to heaven she was mine! only
mine! how fondly | would cherish,
worship, adore thce--my own loved
angel! Will it ever be my lot, loved
one, to clasp that matchlcss form to
my breast9--press my lips on that
glowing radiant face? Al, my God!
my heart echoes in mournful tones
i fear not, | fear mott"
Can you not see him, dear reader,
a' he stands there in youthful beauty
his fine dark eye lit UP with deep
ardent passion, pure and lofty--arms
folded on his beating manly heart
(as if to still its throbbing J his grace
iul form slightly bent forward in the
unconscious excitement Of the mo-
mcnt--altogether presenting a fine
picture ofyouthful devotion. can
not here refrain from quoting from
'Ossian' some lines once read in re-
ference to youth. ! would not make
this apology for inserting anything so
beautiful from the pen of our most an
cient poet; but | have frequently allu-
ded TO the youth-time of life, and fear
my readers will dislike such frequent
allusion to the same subject. will
write it however, and those who do
not wish to read it can Just let it
aione:--"Our youth is like the dream
of the hunter on the wild hills of the
heath. lie sleeps in the mild beams
of the sun; he awakes amidst the
sorln! the red lightning flies around:
Trees shake their heads to the wind!
He looks back with joy on the day of
the sun, and the pleasant dreams of
his rest"
The fair songstress ceased. without
a word of praise from Harry's lips;--
his heart was too full for his voice to
find utterance. But his eyes were the
index to his heart, and Lutte read
plain enough the fond admiration her
performance had elected. She arose,
SAYING
Lets have game of whist--what
say you Mary?'
81 do not feel so dispoged,' as old
Ms. Camp would say--one of Dick
ems characters. You remember how
much we laughed at her dram-drink-
ing propensity"
"On the contrary" said Harry, 81
do 'leel so dispoged."
wait minute then, till run and
tell Papa to join us-for he is very
fond of game of whist, and never
loses an opportunity ofplaying."
She soon returned with the Cap
tain and his lady, and young George
with them.
"Come,' said the Captain, "let's go
to work. Where are the cards Lu-
tie?"
Here, father, in this tablc--which
we will play on if some body will help
me out with it," and she proceeded to
remove the different articles from the
card table to another. Harry assisted
her out with the table; and they were
soon deeply alb ,orbed in game of
whist
What will you bet, friend Hal, !
wont beat you!'
Ill not BET with so old and expe-
player as you are, Captain"
"No, don't bet with him, Harry, for
ifyou shonld happen to win hc'll for
get to pay, and"
"Now wife, that's not fair in you to
be exposing my foibles to this youth"
Gle II never be the worse for wear
for ,hem," said his lively lady, who
liked much to joke the Captain.
"Hal, (he always called him Hal)
never do you mind what Emily says;
you do you'll forget to respect your
athe's Oldest friend. George attend
o the game or we'll be beat"
"Never, Captain, never! as high
Y as ! esteem your fair lady," (and he
,owed with much grace to the hos
ess) she could never turn me from so
lear and valued friend"
"Don talk so much, you bother me
o | don't know how to play" said Lu-
ic.
Don't confess yourself so weak
minded that you cannot carry on a
ively conversation and play good
and too. | can beat you all and
ak all the time" rt
But, you must remember, papa, |
m not so old player as you are. I
nd moreover my head is rather light /
r than yours"
True, child. and we will keep qui-
t for your sake till the game is fin
she'd" s
Whilst they are finishing their game
c whist | will make the reafler ac-