Smyrna times., 1857-07-29

| is an evergreen, the same in winter as lu sum-
mer. The false passion is stripped of its leaves
by the first blast of winter. have seen kind
OF love rise like a smOke-cOlumn on a winter
morning aud be scattered as soon but this eva
nescent passion is only counterfelt,-that
" hich is true is deep rooted IN the being. The
Syrens once presumptuously challenged the
MUSES. to a contest in singing, but being van
quished, were summarIly deprived OF their cher
Ished honors. So let It be with counterfeit love.
But if there be any truth in human nature, let
that which is a holy emotion be recognized as
such.
al will give you description of the maid
whom loved, and follow it with recital of a
dream which visited me Que night, and which
in its
development had breath,
And tears and tortures, and the touch Of JOY.
1" And first, the description. Julia May was
never called beautiful by the world. She did
not possess those wax-work attractions which
are irresistible to opera-glasses aid moustaches.
There was no room in the category of her vlr
tues of society, and consequently she was never
annoyed, as every lady of sense must be who
receives them, by pe:fumed blilets, sealed with
blue sealing wax, and we'll besPrl9Aled with
such select epithets as these: STARRY eyes,
ambrosial curls, lips like a parted rosebud,
cheeks like the bloom of the peach, pearly neck,
swan like mieD, voice like the silvery cadence
of angelic harps, ct cetera, ad in6Hitum. Yet
there was seen in her face and form the inlu-
ence of a pure spirit, moulding and controlling
the external part in obedience to law Of the
inner, and spreading over all quiet grace that
seemed a reflex of a sun that had its rising in
another sphere. She was an intelligent viva
cious, dgnified maiden of sixteen summers; a
rlitte vain, perhaps, and disposed TO sport with
the fobles of others, but withal possessing
strong cultivated sense and refinement sutfi-
cient to prevent her vanity and sarcasm from
becoming objects of offence. Under the moon
and stars she would make my heart ring with
poetry, and her glowing eloquence made me
ashamed of my s!owness of speech. She was
not exactly Sappho, but she was far more to
Inc.
"One beautiful night Julia and had been
out among the moonbeams and flowers, great
avorlteS of lovers, if poets are worthy OF credit.
Sometime before morn, strange dream visited
me, which shall never forget. There was
plain chuch standing on tine crown of a hill,
"green and of mild declvlty,'--a church such
as is often seen in remote country places, boast
ing Of no architectural beauty, but yet pleasing
from It's simplicity, and beautiful in its harmony
with that unostentatous religion OF which it
formed part. II spoke we'll of the taste of
the community of which il was the plouS pride.
There were no signs of decay about any por-
tion of its structure all locked as though it
were thing of yesterday. 1t was mild,
balmy afternoon, and stood upon the green III
front of the church. Evidently it was a gala
day. Joyfully treadng along the paths ap-
preaching the sanctuary from every part OF the
valley below, came gaily-drcssed crowds, laugh
ing and exchanging, one with another, words
that were full of the music of kindness. Sire
and sou, matron and maid, with all holiday gra-
ces, and children, who could not be silent, so
great was their joy, came up and stood grouped
upon the green.
! L" How came there! That was aquestion
without an answer. was stranger amid the
strangest scenes. 1t was not a religious holl-
day the behavior of the people accorded bet
ter with the festivities OF May-day. Overhead
locust sang, first a chrp, then a pause, but it
was not gay song. 1t was instinct with the
spirit of loneliness. With such spirit could
| sympathize The song, with its pauses--not
| introduced by any rule with which musicians
are acquainted-came as the bountIes OF a
f lend.
"While thus holding court in the rooms OF
memory, to answer the question so often put by
nv mind, a stir was made among the crowd, a
happy whisper ran from mouth. to mouth
" THEY'RE comng!" With this the noise sub
sided, and the breo thing of the young maidens
became very distinct as the breath laboured up
from their anxious bosons. A bridal trail
wound up the hill and approached the church.
Who could it be The bride, hiding her blush
ing face under the white veil, rested upon the
arm of the bridegroom, tall, un'ntellectual'
looking man, vino gazed INTO the faces TO the
right and left with an air of naughty suPerlorl-
ty. In moment the recognition was complete
! Amid all those strange scenes recognized tha'
modest bride and that supercious bridegroom.
Without psrceivlng me they passed and entered
the chnrch5 Then arose the voluptuous swell
OF music, the organs rolling thunder and the
sweet cadences of the answering choir. What
passed afterwards you may easily guess. The
: vows were uttered, the solemn declaration made
by the minister, after which the friends pressed
, around the bride to give her the congratulatory
kiss, and say in her deaf ears, God bless you
/" Again my feet pressed the sod of the green
and the pleasant shade Of the linden dropped
like a mautle over me. The crowd was coming
, from the church. The cheeks of the comely
maidens gowed more and more with the hue
of the roses they wore, their innocent thought
pictured in the future other altars, winter wells
( and more fragrant orange blossoms, Travel
lers may tell of the paintings OF Raphael. III
tian, and the like great worthless. but for vivid
o ness Of conception, boldness Of execution, an
! depth of coloring, there is nothing that the gu
4 shines on comparable to the pictures maiden
!. fancy paints That afternoon 4 could vle'
them through the media Of sweet hazel, mil
4 bIue. and thrillingly, blaek eyes. They wer
: vorthv of notice, these groups OF gentle girls
'rhsy we're not otslckly, sentimental ladies', Wh
= !. made ApriI of their tender eyes, over love
4 s,orv. AID wIther the roses on their cheeks
! midnight dances and restless slum5ers all th
it healtbful day, but there was the fragrance
" country fields about them, the music OF a sun
We mer brook in their voices, the bright CLEAN
I'd country sky in their eyes. Yeu wall pardc
st this little rhapsody, but could not restrain ~.
al self 10 view Of subject 80 inviting, TO relul
he to the principal figure 10 the story, the eve
4. recurring ego The friendly locust still sar