Kenosha tribune & telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1856-1859, 1856-11-13
Froia Mrs stephens Monthly
THE POWER OF GOLD,
or
MAUD. THE SORCERESS.
BY J. \. DALLAS.

crcpt along the earth like a stealing
spirit from lhe home OF night, and the
1 whole voice Of nature was one sweet
HYMN Of peace and beauty.
I Paul saw the sunset mmrored in Eva 5
eyes when she stopped her head to
( speak 10 him pleasantly, and all Of ma
1 tire. OF heaven, III i of humanity was
! gathered in those e, es for him. lie SAW
| nothing else, knew nothing else, lived
in nothing else. Ii was BY Eya's side,
and life gave him the full measure of a
poets ecstacy.s Boy poet that he was,
ne saw an angel and heard a muse III the
woman he adored.
Maud wandered jan the meadow and
wood until the moon had risen and set
and the dews OF morning glittered III
the sun before the lonely gypsy girl
pushed aside the curtain over her cot
tage door. .z
Tears were on her cheek, and a
strange light lay in her eyes when She
entered; then kneeling down, "A prayer
burst from her quivering lips.
''God give nae to be loYea also,
1t had long been the practice Of Paul
Desprez to keep journal. Since he
had lived III Oakenden, this journal, in
the beginning mere pleasure, had now
become necessity; it was his only
friend, his only coniiiant To it he con
fided all his highest thought and purest
aspirations. his secret sorrows, and the
grief OF genius unsatistisd with itself and
from it he drew consolation, rs if from
the living words of friend. He had al
so fancy connected with this Journal,
which made it douhly precious to him.
He had created gu idea for himself,
which he called his Egeria, and with
which ne used to hold long CONVERSE
tons, he said, in the mornings when the
stars were fading out of the sky, and
when all nature was fresh with youth
and strength. All that he had Of good
in him came from this Egeria: Ill his
best though and highest cndeavors,
were from that hidden voice; those
sweet, low whispers heard by the soul
alone, which SCENE to teach and guide
him, and by which he struggled with
the evil of his nature, up to greater good
and purity He devoutiy believed IN
this spirit, thinking it a toreshad6wing
Of what lie would give him in the flu
turc. and regarding It more as pfoph-
csy than fancy. And rs AL men are
mad nore or less on one point, If not on
more. in their lives, this Egeria may be
considered rs the stationary madness OF
Paul Desprez.
This preface was necessary for the
right understanding of the following oX-
tracts from the Journal
.J,tly D. This summer life OF mine Is
sadly gner, ating. look back ON the
severe discipline OF NV student life rs
on another existence. ! am too happy
in this iGlcness though cannot entirely
oct rid of certain sings of conscience,
which tell me am highly reprehensible
for ncglccting my work in the lethargy
OF pleasure. | came here originally for
leisure; thin king that | could work bet
ter out IN tie free country thGn if pent
up in a town; but "A spell, hamt less ire
sistable has fallen OH me, which has dcs-
troyed all my intentions and shipwteck-
cd NV resolution. Nature herself mas
conspir2d against me. In such glorious
weather. v nat can one do but !iy@--
dream ont ones days on the grass IN
der the limc-trecs. aud pass ones nights
i'm PRAYER beneath the stars: | have
lately felt cry wildly the influence OF
my guardian angel, Egeria. | was ~
inc in the shade of the beech trees by
the river. when hand Of light seemed
to sketch Il glorious portrait on my can
vass. | swear it was but copy that
made | followed those cleaning lines
ike a school boy; and 10. there came
ONT all unknown to myself. the exact
nortr.,'+ of Eva Gray, heard a low
voice ,t m u side whisper 'Egeria, and
then I think | must h;ve tainted, for
the evening had begun when reused
myself up from nv 'inpor. My Egfria'
nv atte ndant spirit. '''all ;t'indeed be
that / shall ever sec thet embo'ur" III
human form? Shall i ever 50 at ii .'1
feet of the being who, rs woman Ni''
receive my love; aS angel, my ador"'
ton? With what ecstacy sh al l see
bodily before me the features 1 cave
dreamed, of so long? Those fea lures,
what win they be like? Long MISSES
of golden hair falling in heavy ur-
tain over a calm smooth brow; eyes,
blue as summer skies, like Fva's: hands,
long, white and slender; figure made
up of grace and dignity together; man
ners arch and playful, serene and
thoughtful by turns; voice soft not
powerful, and exquisiiely frue-such as
Eva's. Yes my Egeria VIII be Ike Eva,
- beautful-for Size could not be more
beautitul-and as good.'
''Jaiy 10 Another .ostnight: but an
az. IL my ~oul-a generation il ms life.
$ti.l nothing i dons, but all is felt and
understood Eva shows that love her
aud she Loves me; zee it III her blush
when / speak TO her. in her upturned
eve so suddenly downcast with that
sweet look ofmode,ty which fits her so
well | see ii III her pretended surprise
at seeing me, when I have known that
She has been watching for me or the
terrace hours long. for can Seethe ter
race of the Hall across the fields from
! see !, IN her playful smile
malicious with ciiild's nialiciousness,
aS She halt hints n her affection for me,
and poutS out her belief thar | find her
uninteresting and firesome; | see IT in
her favorite flowers, which are always
those that prefer, or that | have gath
cred; and in her fayoritc airs, which are
those that | have praised: in every man
ner by which gir'> feelings can be ex-
pressed uneonSciogSlv to herself. have
fathomed the truth of her affection:
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