Nashville daily patriot. [volume] (Nashville, Tenn.) 1855-1857, 1856-05-24

Frenkenstien had visited his home but once since
leaving Natchez, subsequent to that short sojourn
which had been to him the turning over in his life
book of another page OF disappointment, and re-
greet That winter, the ensuing summer bad pass
ed, and again il was the early autumn. During the
principal part of this time he had been wanderer.
From long journey through she far Southwest he
was now returning home. Embarked upon a state
" stesmer, the glanciIg waters Of the giant River
were disporting before him, the huge vessel
came painting and booming up its turbid current.
Fresh from the wild scenes of the West, "our hero
had neglected TO provide himsefwith books, to while
sway the weary hours of long passage,-the
scenery on the Mississippi to him who had passed
up, aud down it often, seemed weary, STALE fat
and Improbable" and he found but little to interest
him among the passengers. Warren !" be exclaimed
as after dinner he fingered with a young acquain-
lance about the deck. There was no reply.
"WaTren |" he repeated.
"Own returned the other lstlessly.
81 don't intend to descend to personalities War.
rem but candOr obliges me to say that you, ndivi-
dua ly, are the most ntolerable bore | ever met
with; you haven't spoken since you called for the
the very first town, woodward, or bark shanty we
come to- and get me a bOok,-if its nothing but
spelling-bOok."
"Dare say. you'd find il improving" drawed the
other; "a Senator once studied a spelling, beck to
advantage under similar circumstances"
'But I'm no Senator
That's very true, but you're sufficiently no ac-
count to make one, it amounts to the
thing" replied Warren, he lazily puffed vo-
lume of cigar smoke from his mouth and watched
itslowly curling over his head "AIl satisfactory,
-wakeu me Warren if We come to place where
can obtain the literature laughed the other be
descended the Whee>house.
In the course of an hour or two Warren knock
ed at his state-room door. "Come Frauk!-here's
the place for you" "0ur hero" sprang up, and
going out found the boat had rounded TO at a
wharf, "Ah had no idea, when | lay down,
that we were so neaT the bounds of civizaton;-
how long will the boat lie here, Mr. Clerk" Half an
Eour sir"
He descended the stairway hastily, and sprang
ashore.
This will do, and that" said FrankeDstien to
one Of the salesman, in crowded bookstore;
spray put them up for me-" The proprietor of the
establishment was standing at the door. There goes
the greatest girl in town, he remarked as be walked
back towards the counting-room. Frankenstien
who was iting struck by the rather odd observa-
ton turned 20 the door,-he looked, he left the
store and walked down the street. He was half
disappVnted,-he had expected to fne-ook
ing, stately, and fashionably attired belle. Before
him walked little maiden dressed 10 a dark violet
silk, with a neat apron Of the same on her head
was plain straw hat from under the broad brim
Of which escaped two or three heavy brown curls
With light slept, yet a heart which "knew it's
own bitterness, Jenny Seymour bad gone forth upon
errand Of charity. She had that day felt depress
ed, aud melancholy, (which even in her crcum.
stances was seldom the case, so full of hope
her cbild-ike nsture,) and thinking the fresh (?)
air might do Der good she setlorth a visit her
washerwoman,-a poor old negress whose almost
sole support from Jenny's employ ment, and
gratu.ous gifts Stopping az one OF the shops, she
had, ctwss all her slender would permit,)
purchased little tea, and sugar, and some simple
cordial, which she had carried 20 the poor old
ture, nov Ut erly helpless her pallet After
arranging everything as comfortably rs she could,
and giving small douceEr 10 a little imp OF a mu-
lattogrl TO 10 occasionally to sec "Auut
Amy" she departed amid the blessings which the
old creature called down with fervent yet some
wha' ludicrous eRthusfasm upon her "sweet white
soul" and 'curly head /" Traversing again some
Of the marrow streets, pent up and alleys Of the
city, Jenny entered upon the broad thoroughfsre
OF business, and fashion. Il was late in the after
noon, the sun had ceased TO shed bic glaring rays
upon the dnsty streets, aud at the crossings the
cool breeze from the river came up relreshirgy
The sidewalk was thrOneed with the rushing null
titude, intent upon business, enjoying promi.
made IN this the most pleasant part Of the day aud
as she mingled with the crowd, did the glittering
transit OF wealth aud fashion, not recall TO her
memory tine when she too had stood as high IN
the ewes Of the world, any who now passed her
by with scarce glance at her simple array. No.
the splendor, the hustle, the rush around her. pass
eli unheeded by, her mind engrossrd with
other, and deeper thoughts, she musing upon
the success which had attended her efforts TO OBJ
tain livelihood and thinking with grateful heart
upon the contrast between her own position, and
that OF the poor old creature she had just lett and
whose necessities il had been In her power to Ame
liorate. Her finished education, and her pen were
bringing her all that she needed, while her warm
beart and enassuming demeanOr had gained her
many, and influential friends. Forgotten by her
early companions Kate. sud Bel, Jennys lie Was
Frightening. though syil, she thought that duy.
sadly In ''the Aizn She bad walked cut dospoud-
ing, aud melancholy she nos returning con
6dent, aud hopeful.
WISHING TO catch a glimpse Of her face, Frank
enstien hurried on, sud paused in iron Of large
hotel which be she must necessarily pass -
When almost opposite him an acquaintance met and
spoke TO her, and he caught glance There vas
rosy face encircled by clustering brown eurls a
pair Of large expressive eyes. and smiling, merry
and very irregular In few moments she turned
an angle Of the street, tripped up the steps OF
large dwelling the corner, and FrAnkvnstien
vas--eiOne; be Islf alone. x this what Is called
''love al first sights"
few weeks later and Il was the glory Of an
autumn sunset Out 10 the great temple Of Nature,
rooted by the azure heaven. and cerpeted With the
erisped verdure OF the autumn grass stood julius
frankensten and Jenny Seymour. From beau
uiul emiBence. they gsEei aiar over the broad
Father Of Waters." and listened 70 the voice 81
the breeSe. nov low and sweet as the FAR OF echo
OF an angels harp chord nov full sud loud bear.
ing on the dash Of the waters aud tae dig OF the
boatmans glancing Oar. The tall old trees that
greg upon the summit displayed their gorgeous
robes IA the richest profession Here stood one,
dyed IN crimson, as II warriors life b0od sWelled
The veins Of every leaf; there another bearing tbs
9eseied eroSn Of an Eastern despol; yoader an.
other hooded with dakes; hues, Ike . coSled Pill.
GRIM o. tne olden time. As the elanling rays OF
S's s1anghi tel among the qaiVering branches,
4"e-eo'ored glory blended With dashes Of ruby and
sneshlsb say along the Western horizon. and
burned oses The bread see Ike surface Of the rive
CT, uniil q seemed 70 roll beneath aood 81 uol,rr
goa The cricket ehiFr0ped 10 he dry grass bis
proPhseies Of ths dylng sanmer. aud ths ksty.ald
ecnoro her shrlh challenge from the brsnches q
Have you ever heard" asked Frsnksnsslsa Of