Nashville daily patriot. [volume] (Nashville, Tenn.) 1855-1857, 1856-05-03

aoc Oluuing a0seu to bis lady, thew mounted their
horses, and took the route toward Potosi.
Two weeks passed away. during which Franken.
stien enjoyed an almost daily interchange of com
pliments, kind inquiries, and hoWer-missives with
the beautiful lady OF the valley. AT the end OF
that time, she having recovered her health suffi-
GENTLY to be sat home" 10 visitors he, more excit
ed, interested, and determined to follow mp his
mantle designs than ever resolved once more 10
seek her presence. He was convinced that ''some-
thing mus come Of it." and the obstacles which
heretofore lay in bis way only stimulated his ardent
temperament to renewed eKertions. He determin-
mined that though the 'heavens should fall" mean
while, he would never leave the country without
finding las be nos beeved) his loved ideal, and
he writer Of his thrice precious poem.
II was towards the close OF one of those still,
dtcamy, golden days, when all nature appears TO
sumber IN the Sunshine, that "our hero" again
made his appearance on the bills overlooking the
enchOnted valley Of Belle Vue. No sound was
heard save The dull monotouous roar of a distant
water fall far away among the wild hills at the
head of the valley, and even every leaf and
blossom, seemed sinking into evenings soft re-
pose, as be drew up at the home of the Castiel-
nianns. In lew moments a servant appeared
the stranger inquired for "bis master,"-he had
gone that day to the forge This mistress then, "
she had rode with master,-the question, twas
Miss Kate Castielmann at homer" and bis deep
eye sparkled he said t.
Miss Kate in the garden, he woulI go
and call her,-there was an emphatic "NO, and
Throwing the rein to the boy, Fraukensten de-
liberately walked towards the garden himself. On
entering he was agreeably SURF rsed by the beauty
and variety Of its clustering flowers and the taste
displayed in their arrangement. The chief orna-
ment Of this lovely spot however, a small
arbor shaded by fine old trees, and near which
danced and spsrkled the eaping singing stream.
a. III - III.
entrance, he saw, seated in its cool recesses a
most lovely girl, deeply engaged with book. Her
white dress fell gracefully around her halfreclinng
figure, like a wreath of snow about a chseed
statue;-so still, rapt, so beautiful she was, you
might have imagined her exquisite piece of
sculpture, intended to add further loneliness to
that scene Of enchantment. Frankenstein paused
a moment as II to contemplate so lovely picture,
but her bad caught the sound OF footsteps, and
she rose hurriedly. A brilliant blush for a mos
ment flushed her marble cheek, as she saw, and
instinctvely recognized, in the young stranger,
their former visitor and her late correspondent.
Regainng her composure, however, she advanced
70 meet him with a countenance radiant with
smiles. He would not permit her to lead the way
TO the house, but gently OBTAINING her hand led
her back into the bower, where they seated them
selves, and were soon engaged in conversation as
though they had been acquainted for years -
with a rapture of which he had rot even dreamed
and thought to himself thousand times, 'she's
all my fancy painted her"
At the entrance OF the arbor grew two fine
arbor vit9s, which, from their appearance "Our
hero" supposed received great deal of care and
attention. In the course of the conversation he
casually made some remark upon them, and in
quired whether it was TO her guardian care they
owed their fne appearance. She replied that it
IL Aekl To-
dear friends she had left in Kentucky. Franken.
STEMS countenance fell in moment, and he made
no reply;-could those friends be gentlemen? With
true feminine tact she perceived his embarrass-
ment, bu.hed, and FASTENED to relieve il BY saying
that in another part of the-garden she had third,
which met with more Of her attention than both
the others.
"And may inquire, asked he, "for whom you
have named that especial faVortel" still
deeper blush suffused her cheek as she replied,
"For Tennessean Frankensten with diff
Guilty restrained himself from caspng the charming
girl in his arms, but his own good sense, and a
sense OF the respect due to her prevailed On
second thought he congratulated himself upon it
too, for assuredly he was not the only Tennessean
in the world, may for that matter he was Vir
ginian, of Thu however, it probable the young
lady was not aware.
The pencil lines in her Album had met her eyes,
u
stances, she knew to whom to attribute them.
Their conversation soon gided naturally from trees
TO flowers, from flowers to a particular boquet and
to the lines which acknowledged its reception.
Frankenstien was upon the point OF surrenderng at
discretion. As transition he inquired what favor
lite author had engrossed her attention at the mo-
ment OF his intrusion? She replied that "it was
Campbell, she had been revealing in the Pleasures
of Hope" Frankenstien sighed half audibly, and
wished she had said "Sbelly." Campbell beautiful
he is at times, was of too tame a nature to find
echo in his mpulsve, and far-reachng soul.
He wished she had said SHELLY" for then he would
have been that her mind could have scared
with his into those lofty and unlrodden heights OF
thoughts which are ever opened to our view by
this most suggestive of all the poets. He sought
a deeper nature, for it required such to echo the
depth Of his own. She then solicited his attention
while she read the concluding lines OF the poem,
aud he bent his TO listen as the tOnes Of her
sweet voice rippled over the measure as softly and
as unsteady as the flow Of the stream that murmur-
ed ut their feet She ceased aud Frankenstien was
silent, as if lost in a reverie, his eyes fixed upon
the setting sun which now sank slowly over the
SUBMITS OF the western hills "Ahi" thought he
10 himself, 'if she would but lay the book aside
i( Size mad but pointed me TO that glowing sun, and
fixing her eyes on niue repeated the last few lines
Of Dry ats Thanatopsis !" And the first misgiving
Jike gossamer cloud passed over the erst clear
sunlight Of his soul
You are fond OF poetry" he remarked, after
pause
"Passionately," was the reply.
"And you read great deal OF III" he pursued.
q Goa! YES a great deal. Il sometimes occurs to
me that could nosl live without IT,"
but suppose you had no books " he suggested,
mot your avorite there, and that you lived as
now in this beautiful valley, surrounded by all the
natural loveness, and sublimty which We view at
ths momeut, could you not think you enjoy the
poetry Of hfs with pleasure exquisite as that
which YOU find by losing yourself in some iavorte
Ruihorg"
The lady looked at him in some astonishmeut, it
was evident she did catch the spirit of bis re-
marks very distinctly comprehend them. mo
books !" she+ exclaimed "how could we live with
out them! Surely sir you DO not advocate the
bauishment Of literature" Frankenstien smiled
and uuconscOusly even TO himself there lurked the
very slightest SoupcOn Of contempt in that smile
fBy 10 means, he replied, and thinking it scarcely
worth while attempt planning his idea, simp-
ly stated moment before, be added laughing, Par.
dou me, only wished TO test the sincerity 0! your
proiessed admiration for Wrttea poetry, and find
that YOU do admire it above all others. Since you
Re so partial to it. will you aloW me to repeat TO
you few linesg'
oh! certainly-with the greatest pleasure"
AID in his deep, manly tones he rected the first
Etauzas OF the poem which lay in his pocket book.
Daring the recitation he watched her couutenance
narrowly. and ere the close OF the first verse his
scrutiny repaid by the certainty that bis lovely
companion was no more the author than himself
When he paused, she begged hum to repeat the
whole ,-this he could scarcely do, but taking the
paper EOm his pOcket-book he placed it 10 her
hands. As she bent her beautiful head over it,
Fraukcnstien sat silently regarding her. with coun.
tenance ia which interest and indifference were
strangely mingled. The spell was broken his dream
was past-this at least was not his loved ideal II
might have known it,, he thought Il might have
knoWn that one who could not read the great yo.