Weekly Clarksville chronicle. [volume] (Clarksville, Tenn.) 185?-1857, 1857-09-04

seem to me one of sorrows lessons
Yes, Mary, 'tis, even SO. will tell
you all, only be patient, for it is sad
tale.
Beautiful as dream was Efie Lee.
The joy and pride of our little village
Merrily her laugh rung out in the still
air, in its clear, silvery notes, as if with
out cara or thought for the morrow. Hers
was not merely the beauty of person, al
though possessing form of sylph-like
loveliness, an eye of dazzling brightness
1t was the beauty of mind aud heart. SO
much Of simplicity and gentleness even in
her gayest hours. The wonder was among
all the hearts laid at her feet, none could
move her, all were alike disregarded. Many
were the surmises and conjectures oc-
casioned by this She alone, the most
insensible. Right merrily would her laugh
ring out in return to the many queries
concerning her future fate. grime enough
yet, was her simple answer, as she would
bound away intent on some new pleasure.
But her hour must and did COME
Among the eager crowd, was one, strange,
yet fascinating being. None knew from
whence he came, and but few cared to
know. By some almost magic power, he
had won his way to the hearts Of those
simple villagers. Efie alone seemed in
different to his charms, but how little they
knew the wealth Of feeling hidden beneath
that cold exterior. Should she even by a
look betray her love? Mol the very
thought she repelled with all the womanly
pride her nature possessed. He had never
spoken as other than friend True, his
manner was subdued, his words more ten
der when with her, but that was all. She
would wait and forget it, might be. One
autumn eve, Mary, just such a hour as
this, they wondered to this loved spot,
and then he told her all. Beneath these
branches now shadowing us, it may be, on
this leaf same messy seat, they plighted
their love, and Efie was happy. Had She
not surrendered her heart, with all its
wealth of affection, and would she not re-
ceive in return all the stores Of love and
sympathy hidden in his? The girls en-
wed, while the village spinsters shook
their beads and said-It cannot last =
Earth cannot give such happiness. Effie
cared not, and why should she?
He left to prepare home for his blush
ing bride. He would return in few short
weeks-thcn the magic words would be
uttered, and she would be his forever
The time flew rapidly by; another week
and Effie would see him. A bright May
morning was fixed upen for the day, and
so busy was she decorating their cottage
home with springs earliest flowers, it
quickly passed. The morning came
The sun arose in unclouded splendor;
every thing seemed joyous, as if to mingle
their smiles with hers on that bridal morn
Seated in her little bower, she was dream
ing only of happiness, when distant step
was heard His step Could it be2-
Nearer and nearer it approached until a
form stood before her. Not Charly'S-
but the postman with a Letter in his we'll
known hand. What has hoppened?-
Hastily she opens the paper, glances over
its contents, and with one cry of anguish
falls insensible ON the messy turf beside
her,
THE tale is soon told. lie had proved
false to her. Attracted by another form,
had forgotten his first love, thinking she
could as easily forget, Long and anxious
ly weeping friends bent over her almost
lifeless form. Was their Elie so soon to
be laid in the silent grave? 1t must not
be, and she did live. She awoko from her
long, death-likc sleep only to know how
desolate she was Then the man of God
came and spoke of Jesus. Gradually her
chastencd heart became calm, She could
lean on Him, lie would not forsake her
Her own bright hopes forever dashed, she
would live for others. How we'll, Mary
she has done this, let the mingled voices
of these happy homes declare. Now
bending over that little one, as he lays
lifeless in his mothers arms, with words
of sympathy for a stricken heart, pointing
her to those green pastures above, where
the gentle Shcpords shall carry the lambs
in His arms, and fold them in His bosom
where her little one is at rest. Again, al
the bedside of that dying maiden she
points to Calvary, and as the last whisper