The Pacific commercial advertiser. [volume] (Honolulu, Hawaiian Islands) 1856-1888, 1857-11-19
THE PAcIrIC
Commercial Advertiser.
THE MAID OF ROCK CREEK,
OR. sERARHIxA AND -DoLpH

Twas evening on the banks of beautiful Rock
Creek The silver beams of Luna, which struggled
down through the branches Of the trees, revealed a
scene Of transcendental beauty. Upon an ancient
stump which had braved the tempests of an hundred
winters, sitting IN an attitude Of graceful repose. was
an angeliferous maiden just bioomed ont into sunny
womanhood- She was radianfiy and peerlessly beau
tiful- Webster hides his inglorious head in the dust
IN the vain attempt to furnish words descriptive of
her loveliness. Graceful as a duck, wild as a hawk
pensive as a sitting hen, with her rich curls of tow.
coiored gold streaming over her shoulders to the
ground, like some bright swamp angel she sat, while
the moonbeams rested like a halo upon her elegant
head Sorrow, and the mullen stalks which grew
around her, cast deep shadows over her unriyaled
eounfenance, and the night wind, as it kissed her
magnificent cheek, bore to her delighted olfactories
the fragrant breath Of elder-blows. Her knitting
work lay idle in her lap. Her eyes, which sbamed
the lightning bugs, we're bepoozled with diamond
tears
She was listening with an air of sorrowful distrac-
ton to the passionate pleadings of a noble youth who
knelt ut her feet Never moonlight fell ON n moro
glorious intellectual countenance than that upturned
TO the enanored maiden's gaze. Never welded
notner earth to inner form than that which pressed
the dandehon bank at Seraphina's feet. His features
were such as Nebuchadnezzer or Apollo might have
envied-
His dark, piercing eyes were like the water of his
own hock Creek for depth and clearness, and were
Drilhanfs IN which the truth and veracity of his god
like soul were reflected. From his brow of vast and
p~onderous proportions, the sympathizing breeze swept
back long hyacinthine locks, whose hue in the shade
was q deep raven b~lackness, but when the light fell
upon IT, IT resembled q muddy pool when the sun
beams strike il aslant.
His hands were clasped in an attitude of despair.
He spoke, and his tones were deep and mournful as a
chant at the funeral of a ~martyred bull-frog at Rock
Creek dam 80, fairy Queen of heaven Pure
dove Of the moonshiny sky Translucent light of nv
b~enighted eyes Cherished and beloved of NV hearts
core How canst thou doubt my love? Dost thou
doubt that the chicken loves the dough-dish /, Dost
thou doubt that the eahbanQ 1ovaS fla -or.ol -.~ !
Then doubt my love for thee All love is but a fee
bic word to express the passion that consumes nv vi
tails BE mine, adorable one else L die ssRu-
dolphus,' she murmured, ssit cannot be. The man.
date of my vengefnl father and the decree of fate
must be obeyed, and her voice was as melodious
as the tinkle of fractured eow-bells far away down
the Scipio road, and low and sad as the last moan of
. dying ~pollywog. Stalk not of obedience, thou
beautiful and cruel one 20 he yelled, in a voice of
speeches. agony. go, canst thou sit in thy cold
majesty, like q frozen sausage, and see my aching
heart going to smash before thine eyes for a mistaken
sense of duty 90
"See,' said he, as his voice died away to a sad
wall, like the howl of a broken-backed mastiff, and
he dashed from the mullen leaves near him a drop of
Peariy dew. "See. Night herself weeps with me,
and mourns the cruelty ~ The maiden was appalled,
at the sight of his anguish. The crimson tide which
dyed her cheek like a red holly-hock, cut stick and
LEFT 1t whittier than n cotton pillow case. She arose from
her seat, dazzling in her resplendent beauty as a
bright tin milk pan when the midday beams of the
glorious sun are poured full upon it, and captivating
IN her shadovy grace as n yellow-hlly, floating upon
the hmpid waters of n dry goose pond. She spoke, and
the stars of night stood still, the wind ceased to moan
among the leaves, and the frogs were silent to listen.
/" Rudolphus, beloved of my soul,'' she said in a
voice sweetsr than the syrup Of New Orleans, So thou
knowest that L love thee. My heart clings to thee as
the bean to its pole Mine ears know no music save
thy voice, and my lips no victuals but thy kisses.
Without thee l fsmishL die. But the picket fence
Of duty surrounds me; it is stuck full of cruel spikes,
and 4 cannot surnount it. A last embrace, my
heavenly one, and we part forever -
Bid me not DEPART" he roared, as he clasped
her TO his breast, Il viii nerer leave thee. Forty
seven savage locomotives have not the power to tear
US from each others arms 1 tell thee, mine angel
love, the thought Of leaving thee rends my soul-it
maddens met makes me rip and rave like b. a fren-
zied Shanghai makes me below like q distracted
bed-bug-if makes me feel bad. In my desperation
l would tear up creation by the roots : 1 would fog
the earthquake 1 would eat red-hot pokers I
would drink up the ocean, and then cast myself into
the black and surging pillows which roll at my
feet 20
S~eraphina burst into n food Of tears Their exces-
sive emotion overcome them, and they both swooned
away.
Again it was evening upon Rock Creek-again the
cold moon looked down upon a scene Of circulating
woe. In n dark, dismal, damp, gloomy, ghostly cas-
tie, built Of the unhewn monarchs of the forest, upon
q pile of hay, lay the angelic Seraphina, the victim of
a fathers tyranny. Her Iinsey woolsey robes were
torn and disarranged; her lovely face soiled and