The Winchester weekly appeal. [volume] (Winchester, Tenn.) 1856-1856, 1856-07-26

''o w my hoioO '"oHiaHoi'P Sots Aio
mad, untamable steeds. and teaches me
new and daringexploits. Why, the 9th.
er day we took wild gallop, with our
hands close clasped!
Mortimer is very wealthy, and says
that after he has been promoted to a gen,
cralship, he shall resign, and spend his
life enjoying otium cum digntote. That
sounds like Latin, and means, suppose,
house in town, box at the opera, travel.
ing, and giving dinners and fetes, He
will be in Philadelphia in August, and if
y GU call on him and are civil, he may
prove a patron, though he has no taste
for the fine arts. Ihopo you will take his
portrait, a Ia miltaire, for US; it will be
pleasure, he is so handsome.
| believe with you in the sacredness of
love- keep our engagement holy Sc
cret. There isnot to me a more ruelully
ridiculous figure than an obviously engag
ed young lady, in the absence Of her be-
loved. She sits in company with folded
hands and dreamy eyes, puts on lady.
abbess look of shocked propriety when
aske to waltz, and shrnks like mimo.
sa from the innocent kiss Of brother or
cousin. believe my manners have been
free from this school. girl practice; for to
tell the truth, the gallant lieutenant has
already laid seige to my heart with the
most soldier.like impetuosity. | know
you will be proud to hear your betrothed
has made so considerable a conquest.
The horses are at the door; now for a
ride! o, there is more music in the tramp.
ling Of those hoofs than | could ever yet
thump out of piano. Good morning,
Jack; | kiss my hand to you.
SOPHIE.
A tolerajlc idea Of mental chaos, had
Mr. J, Randolph Richmond, on reading
! the above. He smiled but it was ghast.
" smile. In vain ne tried to believe So.
phia in Jest; jea2)U&y obscured his per-
ccptions with thick green cloud. Kate
was going out for the evening, but he
called her back, and pale and trembling,
handed her the letter. The gypsy laughed
over it, till he threatened to send her to
the watch house; then gave it as her sage
opinion, that his love was true love, a
sensible girl, that knew how to take and
give a Joke; and left him with the sisterly
advice nottomake fool of himself in his
reply. How he proGted by it the follow.
ing will show:
Ny dear, too dear Sophie-How could
you write so terrible letter? Mine was a
Joke, all a joke, Kate is my sister, my
own sister! But yours cannot be mere
pleasantly; you never deal in that. Be
meath the sparkling foam is an under.cur
rent of deep meaning. Its as have Of
ten feared, you do notlove me; you are LOST
to me forever. You must have seen tha
my letter was Jest, but were too happy
an opportunity to break those ties, which
to you are irksome, but which bind M
to life; those vows, plighted before Heav
en-, beneath the eternal stars, Sophie!
would 60 to you, but | dare not; TIT
place by yoursideis for another, far dear
err. But three short months have passed
since in a dcirium Of rapture | first call
ed you mine; and now, in an agony o
hopeless love, write, yoW are trecl
o Hcayon my heart is crushed, m!
brain whirs-l fear am i'll. Yet do no
lotthat giveyou unhappiness. May love
and Joy, and peace be around you, lik
the breath ofthe blessed angels
J.R.R.
He wrote the above in absolute ear
nest, reader, and in due time received tn
following:
My dear Randolph-Whata nice Com
edy Of Errors we have been acting, to b
sure. There was but this dilIerencc-yor
wrote in a lover.like way Of your sister
while was romancing altogether! | hav
not, never had, a cousin Mortimer, bu
as manufactured him, "rogimcntals" an
all, out of my own brain. took you
letter as an unmitigated hoax, and mere
ly thought TO give you ga Roland for a
Oliver" So you see, love, you hav
wasted an immense amount of Romeois
anguish. Nor is that the worst fea
ture in your lamentable case. You hav
!, doubted me. In rash mood you hav
flung me back my holy plighted faith a
a thing Of little worth. Now, indeed