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

.sThey tell me" he replied, that such is their
extreme sensibility to touch, that if you lay your
hand upon the tree where one Is singing, it will
Immediately cease"
"Abl and is it soi have you tried it
Suppose we make the experiment" he sugE
gested; "come to this tree-t is rather isolated,
and hear one or two now among the upper
He paused laid bis unglOved hand upon the
trunk; in few moments the little singing crea-
lures stopped, and all was silent in the tree as
il no living thing were busy 10 its heart
They seated themselves upon rude bench which
stood on the brow of the eminence, placed there
by some lover Of the picturesque, who would en'
/ JOY such scenes at his leisure.
"How beautiful how very beautifully" exclaimed
the young girl, her dilating eye dwelt upon, and
her soul seemed to drink in the gorgeous beauty OF
the scene before them.
SIT is indeed" replied her companion and be
repeated
"'Tis swee. TO see the evening star appear
'Tis sweet to listen as the nght.winds creep
From leaf 10 leaf" &C.
"Ahl" she exclaimed, as he finished, al cannot
quote poetry; indeed, seldom even read it
10 books But then can pick it up everywhere,
as journey along the dry and dusty thOroughfares
Of the world-a beautiful face, fine day, az
tended prospect, contain the poetry that can best
read and understand. This river before us is
great poem; but it lives also in the singing of the
brook and the dash Of the waterfall-snd how like
the ringing lyre of some old bard, when the rude
North wind strikes his harp Of pines and over the
distant hills come the sounding footsteps of the
| STORM Oh il is in such things find the poetry
which | can best comprehend and enjoy !"
''You do not, then, read poetry-you Orite it ?"
She blushed hesitated, and then tmidly replied,
81 write my feelings; do not know if il be
called poetry. Necessity compels," she added
| spologeticay, and then paused suddenly, for she
| rarely spoke Of her own affairs to others.
EDO you call this poetry ?" he demanded, looking
earnestly into her face if his deep eyes would read
! her very SOUL and he repeated one or two stanZas
of the poem which still lay buried in his pocket
book. 1t described a scene very similar to the one
before them. She looked up moment in aston"
ishment the swift color came and fed or her cheek;
then recovering herself with low laugh, she
said
"My poor little wanderer, where did you happen
to find it"
"Yoursl" cried Franken sten; 'yours but
| knew il knew it J eureka"
And now the youug moon, fair as gentle bride,
looked out through the cloud-bars of the west and
threw her bright reflection upon the dsrkliug waves
below. The came out, and the air grew still
and dewy,-the young girl rose, if to 60 But her
, companion gently detained her,-her hands were
clasped tightly and Deep manly voice, rich in its
clear cadences, aud tremulOus with emotion, pour
ed out to her the love- the search, the devotion of
years Poor child she stood one bewidered-
The thick sobs came swelling up from her trembling
heart -her lips quivered, her large eyes filed
vet she had no power to utter little word.
Then she heard other words, soft,-tender,-
ing, which fell upon her orphaned heart like bamy
dew,-then others, warm, passionate, persuasive,
and her cheek riyaed the late hues of the sunset
cloud In the eloquence of that blusb,-the soft
light in the still fearful eyes-and that sweet faint
smile OF unutterabe happiness, her heart found its
only language,-and he,-how well be understood
IL ALL Then the little, trembling maiden felt her
self close folded to his thrObbng BOSOM her hands
were tightly clasped in his,-and with loves first
imprisoned kiss upon her innocent lips, came his
deep, and fervent,-"God bless yoaf
The traveller in passing through the State OF
Tennessee, may find upon the banks of beautiful
~ clear, and romantic river, iue, cheerful-loOkr
ing homestead, built somewhat in the style of the
oden time Many recent improvements have been
made both within, and around il, and modern taste
and refinement have completed what nature and a
most picturesque situation, began. The majestic
groves the romantic dells the shadowy, secluded
hooks, and brightly gushing springs, are full of a
life and a loneliness made perfect by long ranges
of blue bills in the distance the river winding near
and all around the rich, green pastures covered
with their snowy hOcks and lowing herds.
Who, we will ask, are the jewellers in this abode
Of peace,-this spot where ever thing is redolent
Of the sweet, beart-dsawing sympathies Of hontef
The lovely Kate Castielmann is still the presiding
divinity of the romantic valley of Belle Vue. She
/ is admired and loved, she finds enjoyment in her
books and flowers, but whether she remembers Ju,
Illus Frankenstin and for bis sake, still INDUCES the
; "Pleasures of Hope not prepared to say.
The beautiful Belle Gordon, now Madame -,
! is still regning belle, though married one. The
4 in its IN oil.
les is to behold her magnificent appearance at
the hotel soree, or on the fashionable promenade
Ihe concert, toe opera and the bal ndsgHe
complete without her stately presence and daz>
cling array The birdslke voices of her purer end
perchance her happier past, wander by UNDECIDED
I and on muti1ed wings,-yet there are times when
amid the din and glitter of her life, they come to
thrill her ear aud heart moment and charm her
back to her better SELF and to time the fresh
spring blossoms Of her life cast aside for the
rustling gold of the harvest soon to be bound in
the sheaf of the mighty Reaper.
But to return. In a lofty, and richly furnished
chamber of the homestead, are seated two persons
/ The heavy curtains sweep over the windows, the
lamp is lighted, the piano stands open, and the
sparkling, flashing freight falls all with deep
glow, like the ruddy clouds Of sunset. The gentle
men half reclining in an elegant ounging chair
holds in his left hand little manuscript which h
seems to be perusing with breathess interest HE
right arm is thrown aound young creature who iss
seated low ottoman by his side, her curly lie d
is slightly bowed, and there is a rich, warm glow
upon her cheek, 1T is the soft blush OF love, and
grati6ed pride The dream Of our hero is at length
realized When first that young orphan turned
towards him for protection, and the soft eyes, full
Of child like innocence, and unquesIOning trust
were uplilted his, his heart throbbed quicker as
he magsd forth the years 10 come, When that lone
ly flower should lean upon him yet more lovingly
aud those eyes seek his with devotion and depen-'
dence that declared her "all his own" That time
| has come
And she, left to struggle with the rude world,
unaided and alone, the lonely and weary dove has
found her haven OF rest In the deep and tried af.
lection Of one noble heart she has found the devo.
ton, the guidance, the protection which were de-
MED her earlier years aud which she is now all the
better able 10 appreciate. But listen! the husband
having ri,hed reading the little poem to himself is
now reading il aloud There is deeper blush upon
the young we's cheek. Listen, ahl it is
THE KATYDID.
When wrapt IN his mantle o. gold and vermlion,
swim ursing thro' cloud-iand his meteor car,
The day god AZ eve. sous ut his western pavilion,
Low hung on the border OF oceans aiAr.
Away from the din OF he DARK city hying
We stood where a m0uud rear the river rose,
WI Gurmurng waters 20 10 winds replying
Were luuing the twilight 10 dreamy repose.
High up In the oak. bOaghs chorus was ringing
II fairy like music enchanted the ear,
Twas the delicate 'kAtyd.d" mernly singing,
| And syiphs OF the ether had fingered 90 hear.
Your hand on the tree trunk, mortal revealing,