Spirit of the age. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1849-1865, 1856-05-28

and whOsoever is deceived thereby is
wise."-Proy. k ch. l v.
Arthur White was the son of a gentle
man of family and fortune. He was rear
cd in q home Of luxury and ease but
his was not a nature to be spoiled by the
indulgencies of doating parents, and ne
grew up to be all that the most ambitious
could desire-generous, w~arm-hearted, aud
virtuous. At the time our story opens ne
is about tw~enty-four and engaged in a lu-
crative business in the village OF M. 1t
is just one year ago tonight, since ne
claimed the child-like, merry little bird of
q Carrie Waters for his bride. Twas in
the balmy month of June-the Garth was
s-essed ia a garment of emerald, and the
througnSe made sweet music as it swept
up the bird : wuriant groves, and caught
Lat-1carolss1fom business and
wends his way home, about two miles from
the village. His path winds at the foot Of
the Blue Ridge, and his pace is quickened
As he looks up and sees the summit Of the
mountains bathed in a sea Of crimson and
gold; and knows that an anxious one is
awaiting his seeming. Atall, erect form, a
quick flashing eye-the exquisite curl of
the neither iP-and the perfectly ovaled
chin; all bespeak intelligence And now
let US turn to the Cottage. There it is,
nesting amiS clambeuing wines and over
shadowiRg trees-to the left is a garden,
laid off with elegance and taste and all
the celors seem to blend harmoniously.-
There in contrast to the crimson checked
Dahlia, blooms the rich Marygold-the
bridal and daily Rose clasp hands affection
~Stely-and under the shadow Of the white
Lily poeps the meek eyed Violet. In the
rear courses the placid river, through the
dark %labyrinths of the grove and on the
messy bank there rests a woodbine bower,
the husbands favor1te resort, where he
seats himself at twilight-that hushed and
shOdowy hour-and listens to the low voice
Of his Carrie, as it mingles in soft cadence
with the murmuring water-through the
open easement, floats out upon the air rich
gushes Of music and being caught up by
the gentle breeze, seems borne aloft, high.
or and higher! till they mingle with heav.
emily symphonies. Now the delicate cur
tain of muslin is drawn aside by a fair hand
and a face, radiant with the sunshine from
n happy heart, peers out-a wreath of COL
den curls fall around it as if to shade it,
lOveliness and the blue eyes tell you truly
Ola heart all devotion, warmness and truth
But a moment she fingers here while hel
soul seems todrink in nature sdulcet tones
then throwing a gossamer veil over hel
head, trips with the lightness and grace Q
the Gazelle TO the wicket, where She
clasped in u loving embrace, and a shove
of kisses are rainod on her upturned face
Passing through the passage they seek tn,
bower, where Arthur, overcome with lassi
taaei throws hin himself 81 q men tA heJ KRas bsFUs
beside him brushes the moistened hair from
his brow, that he may feel more sensibl,
the refreshing GOODNESS of the air. She
sat thus for a few moments as if in a de
liciOus ~reverie, and then said "It doesn'
seem possible that | am seventeen to night
does it Arthur 7"
Hardly-no; it does not my sweet
child wife. In celebrating your birth night
it recalls wildly to mind our marriage
twas just such a night US this. What al
angel Of JOY you've been to me! Thi
year has been one of unalloyed happiness
and | fear if we thus enjoy life, we shall
forget to raise our hearts in thankfulnes.
to the Giver-if we have so much here
that our aims and aspirations will not be af
ter heaven"
Oh! 40, my husbandl Our life hal
indeed been one period of unsullied bliss
and this should but make us feel the more
truly grateful for to hOao fe0 is such hap
piness allotted q! If we forget God in oul
prosperity, how can we hope for him tt
render us has aid and guidance when ad
yersity frowns and life grows dark ?"
All right-all right, my little reason
er. One would not think this little heaC
could be held still long enough to com,
down to sober thinking"
"Now, Arthur don't talk so; yo,
know mama always told you-"never mind
Carrie will be a woman some of these day
and be real sober !" and l do believe Tn
going to be sure enough. Here-don'
you see my basket of keys ON my arm p
and this reminding her, she darted off will
q kiss Of the hand to him, and merrv
shout. And she left him soliloquizing t
himself. "Ah! dear child, you are no
sober yet" After some culinary directions
to old Aunt Lucy, she retired to her cham
Der to prepare for the reception of hel
guests; for my readers must know, to.
night being the anniversary of her mar.
rage and her seventeenth birth night, she
has invited hers and Arthur friends from
the village, to pass the evening with them
Having dressed, she comes out and SEEING
that Luna has already risen and is RESTING
like a silver crescent on the top of Mouni
Mitchell, dispatches Aunt Lucy to inform
Arthur Of the ~lateness of the hour.
"Tel Arthur do come in, and not h,
there dreaming so much of Henry Soutl
and business shall begin to grow rea
jealous"
"Mr. Arthur Mr.. Arthur Mis-
Carrie say come in. La bless me.
do blieve Miss Carrie prettier an I eve,
see her. She don't look one mint olde
an she did de blessed night you was mar
ried, when she run hid her blush and te,r,
On 'Ole Miss shoulder. She pretty a.
any picter, and her face bright as dis berr,
moonshine."
Carrie did indeed look beautiful as sh,
stood there, her white robe futtering /,
the breeze and the girdle of silver anc
hue that circled her petit waist seemed b
yiewith the heavenly blue of her eyes,
She had on no ornament save a simpl
wreath of white buds and green leaves
her cheek wore the tiRt of the inner linin.
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