Port Tobacco times, and Charles County advertiser. (Port Tobacco, Md.) 1845-1898, 1857-08-06

of the paintings of Raphael, Titan, and tn,
like great worthless, but for vividnesss O
conception, boldness of execution, and deptt
of coloriag, there is nothing that the SUI
shines on comparable to the pictures a maid
ems fancy paints. That afternoon I could
view them through the media of sweet hazel
mild blue, and thrilling black eyes. They
were worthy of notice, these groups of gen.
tie girls. They were not sickly, sentimen.
tai ladies, who .make April of their tender
eyes, over story, and wither the roses
on their cheeks by midnight dances and rest.
less slumbers all the .healthful day, but there
was the fragrance of country fields about
them, the music of a summer brook in their
voices, the bright CLEAN Of country sky in
their eyes. You will pardon this little rhap-
Isody, but could not restrain myself in view
of a subject SO inviting. To return to the
principal figure in the story, the ever-recur-
ring ego. The friendly locust still sang in
the tree, and as industriously as ever. Ever
and anon he would pause, overcome by the
warmth and languor of the day, but he show
ed no disposition to leave his post It is
wonderful what perception animals have
of the states Of the human mind. His SUBJ
tie instinct taught him that no evil was to
be apprehended from me, and though within
reach of my hand, he felt no fear I would
not have harmed that singing thing for the
wealth Of the Indies.
ssAnd thus, alone in gay crowd, stood
under the shades of the large old linden
By degrees the church was bereaved of the
happy party, and last of all the newly-mar-
ried couple stood out upon the threshold.
And thuk, soliloquized T, you will step out
of your married bliss into a world of harsh
realities, a ragged, hilly world, sheeted
with a fiery atmosphere You will see
friends around you, but pleasant sympathies
will stand at a sad distance, and gloomy
memory will occupy my place under a
broad shadow. Theserefections were mine,
not theirs. The purple light of love, fow-
ing out from the dawn Of new life, suf-
fused with mild glory the present and the
future. It is well that it is thus. The
dewey freshness and splendor Of morning is,
lost soon enough IL The heat of uoo1 day.
cluster around the flowery wfeaths q she M
bride, will too soon pass away IKE fhifies
at night when the gray gonfa1on of Reality
is unfurled.
s'The appearance of that bride, as she
stood upon the doorstep, is indelibly I'M
pressed on my mind. A sweet smile play
ed upon her face, rendering more beautiful
the blushing timidity which marked her de-
meanor and actions. That the bridegroom
regarded her with the most unbounded ad-
miration was apparent, and it could not be
otherwise. For so much of grace and spir-
itual loveliness as shone through her form
and behavior, any high-souled man would
make the greatest sacrifice, and he, though
not high-souled man, but very much the
opposite, could not be insensible to,their in
fuences. FROM the circle of friends which
surrounded her, she let her eyes and
thoughts wander amid the groups scattered
around, and in spite of all my pains to be
concealed, after some time discovered me,
with sweet familiar glance Of recognition.
That glance and quiet smile were more than
I could endure. My feelings could be re-
strained so long as [ was unknown, but be-
ing known, those friendly bounties, usually
so welcome, were as spurs lacerating my
heart of hearts There was no ray of a
smile given in response My face sudden
ly flushed, and my lip assumed the most
disdainful curl. At such evidences Of feel
ing on my part, she looked grieved and a.
verted her face, to prevent, as [ fondly hop
ed, the falling of tear which seemed to be
gathering in her eye. And the bridegroom
| also turned toward me, smile that resem-
bled sunbeam among sepulchres. lean
not adequately describe my feeling:
a fierce thought leapt .lH
From cloud of my despair,
As lightning-like, bright, wild beast,
Leaps from his thunder-lalr.
ssThe dream was o'er-it had no further
change. Dark night alone greeted m.
waking vision. There was no pretty church
no bridal party, only the darkness and m,
own confused thoughts. y - f
..Tell me, Paul" said earnestly, "wha
came out of that dream? It has some con
Inection with your love experimentation
is no doubt of that. Come, let me hear th'
story to the end I will not take denial
Remember our old loves here, our ramble'
by the stream on just such nights as this
How could you better preserve the dramatic
law of the unities p
"Wel. said he" after musing while,
s'you will have your way, 'cocluna aatat,
and the least amount Of time consumed in
pickering the better. Besides it is more
honest to confess that on my part there is
no disposition to oppose your wishes. The
old associations, the sweeping pageant o1
sby-gone years, with all their memories, the
soft, delicious night, lit up by the moon and
stars, and the sound of your familiar voice,