Amador weekly ledger., 1857-12-19

my wonted visit approached, and found N.Y.
self seated by the side of my adored, in the
summer evening twilight. The last rays of
the setting sun had gradually disappeared
from the rosy cloud that fingered above the
west The full moon rose high in heaven,
and one by one the glorious stars became Wis
ible
In such night,
Stood Dido with willow in her hand,
Upon the wild sea banks, and waved her love
To come again to CARTHAGE
The open window by which we sat looked
out upon garden stored with profuson of
rich and rare flowers, from which there ex-
hailed, and arose around us, delicious fra
GRANGE, forming fit atmosphere for such
scene. The time, the silence, the scenery,
everything was appropriate; and she, the
beautiful, the almost unearthly, seemed, by
intuition, to understand my thoughts and in
tentions, as with head bent down she gazed
(and with slight blush upon the fair cheeks
around which her auburn curls were playing
upon moss-rose which she was earnestly en-
gagged in pulling to pieces. / was employed
in the equally serious occupation of opening
and shutting a small fancy snuf-box which
had in my hand
/
or Napoleon courage that inspired me? felt
my valor oozing out of the palms of my
hands But at last, summoning resolution,
like man upon the scaifold who wishes to
die with at least seeming fortitude, raised
my eyes to those of Isabella, and in the lam
guage of my prepared speech, said : "Miss
Adams!"
The unearthly and startling emphasis with
which this rather formal commencement was
delivered seriously frightened both parties.-
The rose dropped from her fingers, the box
from mine, and was only able to follow up
this impressive exordium with some common
place remark about the beauty of the even
ing, after which we relapsed into our former
silence.
Gathering, however, energy from defeat,
| made, after slight pause, a second at
tempt at the matter.
MSS Adams," said /, in slow, solemn,
sepulchral voice, aoU you-aoW yOu-VW
you-allow me to offer you--to offer YOU'D
pinch of snuf!n
with pleasure, sir" replied a SOFT sweet
voice. which, in contrast with my own, sound
ed like a strain of soft music following up the
rumblings of an earthquake. l felt my eyes
starting from my head felt that the veins
on my forehead were swollen like the streams
of spring. fell the blood mantling oyermy
face, brow, and neck | heard the loud beat
ing of my heart and in an agony Of both
bodily and mental pain to which the rack, the
wheel, aud the gbbet were paradise, | rushed
from the room, hurried to my home, entered
my own chamber, locked doubly, trebly lock-
ed my door, lest any one should observe my
shame, and vented my spleen in idle impreca-
tions on my own stupidity.
An hours walk across my chamber served,
however, to calm my spirits; and with COM
posure that seemed really supernatural com
pared with my recent agitation, | sat down
and wrote:
"DEAR IsABEILA-Take pity on an unhap-
py youth, who is too deeply in love with you
to utter two consecutive words in your pres
sence, | am miserable till hear from you"
Despatched it, and in half an hour was the
happiest man alive My Isabella proved a
pattern of excellence | was never offended
with her but once, and then she dispeed my
wrath by asking me, in mock serious tone
of voice "Will you-wil you-allow me to
offer you-a pinch Of snuff
A TALL IrEM.-The following are the
heights of some of the principal monuments,
domes, etc, in the world:--St. Antony's col
umn at Rome, 1876 feet; principal tower of
the Smithsonian Institute, Washington, las;
Trajan's column at Rome, l45; Napoleon's
column at Paris, $50; Washington's column
at Baltimore, lS0; the great obelisk at The
bes, 200 Bunker Hill Monument at Charles
town, 220; column at Delhi, 1862; Trinity
Church steeple at New York, 264 the con-
templated new dome of the Capitol, 800;
dome of St. Pauls Cathedral, London, 230;
Tower of Manlius, $50; Tower of the Cathe-
dral of Strasbourg, AGO; dome Of st. Peters
Cathedral at Rome. 465; great pyramid of
Egypt, 4S0; National Washington Monu-
ment, 5l7.
DEvIIsH INHUMANIry.-An old California
told me to-day that he read in one of the n
Y. papers that Mr.. Broderick (of Jenny
Lind theatre memory had been on board
the Central America and that he perished by
the accident This is at least one drop of
comfort in all ocean of misery
The above atrocious sentiment occurs in
the foreign correspondence of certain un-
nameable journal of this city 1t is difficult
to conceive how human being can harbor
spirit of such cold, devilish inhumanity as
would prompt him to rejoice over the I'M
timely death of even his bitterest enemy; but
here is one who takes comfort in the drown
ing of man with whom, in all likelihood, he
never exchanged a word. and whom political
prejudice merely had taught him to dislike
S. r. Herald
FIGURArIvE LANouAGE.-How many COM
mon firnrative exnressions In onr lanrnar are