Smyrna times., 1857-07-29
3 3ttaatltal shett8,
LEAF FROM A DIARY
al saw thee, lovely Ines,

al saw thee, lovely Ines,
Descend along the shore,
With bands of noble gentlemen,
And banners waved before;
And gentle youth and maldens gay,
Aud snowy plumeG they wore;
II would have been beauteOus dream,
If il had been no more."-THos. HOoD.
IT had been three years since Paul de Gour-
don andamyself parted, to become students IN
eollepes Situated in different parts of the coun-
try. During the years we were at school we
were close friends nothing occurring to inter-
rupt for a moment our friendship. The arrival
fine day on which we were to separate brought
US no 10Y. We lost sight Of our college anti
cipations in the pain of parting. We knew not
that our paths, hencetOrth divergent would
ever again meet /; and a heart once anchored
firmly does not easily float off from its moor
ings Many ferveut words were exchanged,
many strong pressures of the hand glveR, ere
we went forth to fight our ways to the uncer-
tain honors of college life.
After a three years absence we met again.
1t was beautiful stream by which we sat,
stream of slvery whiteness, lavlng the heart of
a country far-tamed for beauty and fertility,
over whose pellucld bosom the winged canoe OF
the Indian had often gilded IN summers long
gone. MIghty oaks, gnarled and ploughed by
temuests. stood IKE sentinels on the margin,
and IN su n.ner domcd the winding path of the
waters. Aud flowers were there, hiding in the
soft grass OF the Oank, or STOPPING down to
freshen their beauties in the cool water. In
the quiet summer afternoons. lying on the green
bank, you could hear the bees drowslly hum
ming around their sweet cups, and the amarous
ripple of the stream wOolng them to his own
embrace. What wonder that IN the golden
twilight the INDIAN, as he fioated slowly along
the stream, felt all the fountains of his soul IN
commotion, aud poured out his feelings IN the
name by which it is still known" the Stream
of Song"
That night can never be forgotten by me. Ii
is sweet song IN the chapel of memory. A
flrer have never seen. 1t may be that the
uilrrim ON Syrian snil, as he parts his tent-cur
iai1s and looks out on the night, is bewidered
nv greater splendor, feeling the shock of the
mast and present meeting ike two oceans in
his soul; but the waters OF the Atlantic have
seldom been charmed by so beautiful a night.
Where a wide-spreadIng oak threw its shadow
we found repose on rustic seat. The moon
light flushed in SILVER sparkes on the stream
and the sky, like the enamOred Hover OF old
story. dreamed over its own sweet image IN the
watery mirror. Ifto these gorgeous Influences
of time and scene be added the power tha
cones from all associations and cherished reeo
laetions, it will not be a wonder thai our hearts
thrilled aud murmured with the music OF love.
Our talk ran on old times; our memories
like busy cleaners, were at work IN the COLDER
6slds of the past. How could hope to tell th'
varied discourse, the scraps OF rhyme, the bright
winged thoughts, the strong purposes, the warn
.wordsthere felt and spoken. There were enougl
such To fill book, and am not writing book
il ia Dleasant to talk to good listener Care yo'
sueh u and it is my intention now SIMPLY i
sarrate a story which Paul then and there de
livered 10 the wardship Of my memory, an
which. he said, lived in his thoughts Z" like tn
memcrr of Joys that are gone"
wYou remember me, Harry, when l hrss cam
70 school. was just in the summer solstlce
boyhood, and my affections were as warm' q
eager aud as full Of noise as a brook IN July
There are mapy heresles IN this worlds oul
one more perBicious thaH that which denies
bav. a oassionase, udstIfish boy, the power I
loving. Il Is weak BecausA IT has not one priT
ciple OF truth 10 rect upon, and pernicious, b
cause If the boy pc convinced that all the sacre
s;,a ri ms heart Is "a reality will-o-wlsp 4
asI,da he will becone "a universal skeptt
hslaing love of what kind soeyer, whether
God or man, as base delusions an old crone
tale He who sneers at the passion, and co
temgtuously styles il " boyish love- as y
were a thing distinct in quantity and guam
from the love Of maturer years, does only pro
his own inability 10 feel what is most true
holy in life. There rs an old proyero, tna1S ~
lave = the only love-" which is, in its genei
uss testimony from the heart of man to I
eyistence and powsr Of 50 oft derlded passle
THE difference between the love OF tho boy a
that of the man, is id quantity not IN qualit
,be l,,,er nav be more strong and symmetslc