True American. [volume] (Steubenville [Ohio]) 1855-1861, 1857-04-22

'ercup. Oh! was happy then, why
shouldn'tI! Did not the young farmers
for miles round Try to gain my affections;
with what success, the sequel will prove.
1t was in May Il went to little Iivulel
to fish had scarcely travelled a mile
along lis banks, when attracted by The
sem.circumauence Of its limpid waters
forming beautiful bay--I rebaited my
hook and waited with expectation the
result. An adept at angling couldn't
have possibly been better pleased than l
was with my success among the pisca-
tory tribes. No sooner had my liue sunk
beneath the unruffled surface of the sun.
ny stream that some beautiful trout would
be attempted 10 lay hold on HE allurng
morsei.
Delighted with the sport Of extracting
the fnny herd from their element--a
dense mass of clouds surcharged with
electricity had suddenly obscured the
horizon unobserved. In my eagerness
to get homeI Travelled DIP stream some
distance before | discovered NY error,
10 precipitate my fight, | threw down
my fish and rod, and was retracing in
great haste my steps, when was arres
ted by a stranger, who sprang before me
in the path. Apologizing for thus rrtar.
ding my flight, he informed me that hi:
name was Richard, youngest son Of Mr.
Stanhope, Of Baltimore, and had come ia
spend the summer with us for The bene
fit of his health. ......
The manner in which he gained ad
mittance to our family is elucidated BY
the fact that his father and mine had been
class mates in college, and were subse
quently very intimate.
"Miss Selby," he began, ~ hav,
been silent adniler of your expe,lnes,
in the art Of angling loo expect to com,
on fishing excursion, and oh ! how pleas
ant,it will be 10 perambuate the grass
banf s of this beautiful rivuet, and NOR,
especially SO, my young friend, having
so fair lady as you TO participate in lht
joy. But let us return, he continued, tc
the place where you left your rod and
! fish :"
looked dubiously toward the west
and oh as if gracious Heaven approved
of the meeting the sun looked from behint
The conglomerated mass of electrified neb
ula, and very soon Ibis threatening mas.
disappeared.
OTonr way home, Mr.. Stanhope spoke
of his sickly condition, and | sincerely
sympalhised with him. A settled mel
ancholy had taken possession Of his mind
and brooding over his misfortunes had be-
got a hypochondria which produced 6
sensation of pity in the b,soms of his ac
quaintances. He had been very unsuc
cessful in business. which linked to ;
natural disposition 10 magnify the evils
consequent. were, in my humble opinion
the approximate cause of all his Dispute
tude.
His appearance was genllemanly. Hi.
forehead, which was fully developed
was surmounted by black hair of silky
soltness, falling in natural curls arount
his brow. In stature, he was fully six
feet but an emaciation produced by trou
BILE. detracied sadly fromhis proportions
Toward the close of summer, one
calm moonlight night, when the scintil-
latOns of the FREELY are eclipsed by the
silvery beams of the nights pale sentinel
] sat all alone on the piazza in the shad.
ow of honey-suckle vine.
The aroma from The varied flor;
around, was waited gently on the sense;
by zephyr, which ken in unceas
ing agitation the foliage Of an aged as
pen. that stood a few fee. beyond the
wall of our parterre. raising in majestic
grandure its pyramidal form, high into
the ambient air. and refractng with III
silyerlired leaf the tempered light of al
argent moon. The effect produced by
such scene, place and. occasion. was
deep reveris, from which was arous
ed by a cold hand placed upon my shoul
der.
On beholding who it was, I said, "Mr
Stanhope, your approach must have nee
essalily have been very silent. Yes
Miss Selby, saw you were very mucl
engrossed with the reminesence Of som,
pleasant association, and disliked to in.
ierrupt you, but | really thought yo,
would never become aware Of my pres
ence, and hence the reason why thu.
abruptly in,rude.'-' No intrusion, Mr.
Stanhope, but ! am addicted to such fiji
Of mental abstraction. ! love to dwell
on the past. although at each review O
my life | experience no little regret.'- -
Regret, dear Anna from one so young
forbodes unhappiness aud shows th a
the thorns Of life have ALREADY
been sown in your sensitive BOSOM -
Where can we find an individual who
at some period of his or her life, ha
not experienced such.' Alas Miss Sci
by, believe we can find none, Bot le
us change this unpleasant subject. for
am to go home tomorrow and what
have to say ] must say briefly. go il
the full enjoyment Of good health-thanki
to your kind care and attention. Me-
parlez pas. l have done nothing bu
what God requires US to do for eacl