Spirit of the age. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1849-1865, 1858-06-09

Is looking forth upon the surroundings GRO
le ueur and loVeliness. Goat Island % tb
= 'llne' bore less marks than at present of - d
ADVANCE OF civilization. Here and +boro
was dotted with thick clumns Of ,h trona elaeie 0
: b1i;aaDDery' b;m The green bo1ghs bent owe We
! aIan ann' as he left his house and wandere
Ehg G,Jng 1he path, now and thea LAYING Coz :
sn1 oouch upon his browt BiFas ~. 49,
gany over him, insects fut ttered arc ",'li
aueif Dflgnt wings glaHciDg Nike light. NJ IT
was conscious Of strange enAtion. 40 = !
walked onward. 'Itthrifleda soul " win II
something half happiAesssI rror. =
] vas hardly pI.ssntiman1 ssssnh.s'
more nearly the strange power lyy which
Tue drowning are said to recall, in one mo.
lnent' an the events of their past lives. AS
usual, ne thought most of Eleanor. Pans.
ing moment he drew from his BISON >
ineaVlly chased locket. Pressing it omen
II revealed the long tress of shining hair
wn,cn mad been her last token He drew
|! Il through his fingers and pressed it to his
ups Ihen lifting his eyes, they rested on
group, standing near the shore anna
rently rent absorbed in contemplation of the
falis. There was a gentleman. a ladv and
a l1tle child. The Iady's side face was to-
ward aim, and the features. proud, Iofv
ana al yet delicate, thrilled him with strange
likeness. Her figure, tSo, the very flow Of
ner garments had something which seem
eu 10 hlm like the vision of his lost Eden
us neart told him it was Eleanor. Thev
mad evldently y not perceived him. and ba
moved silently toward them, taking care
now to conceal himself from observat;on
I5yT, py means of the trees and shruBberv,-I
"hen within a few feet of them be paused.
completely hidden by thick clump oil
crees' : and yet 50 situated that he could
1east his eyes without restraint on those
features he had never thought to look up-
on again. = " to'N "f'-
1t was indeed Eleanor. Hers only woro
InoSe 'a, laIhomless eyes, that calm brow, and
proud, nnstudied grace. And by her side
sIood Hyde Beaufort, her husband. The
OF this latter, had in some sense
Undergone change. From taking pride
~ Ills wife, and loving her as he did at first
N half cold, indoIent fashion. he had
grown TO worship her. Harold could read
ms, IN the tender, reverent manner in
"hlch his arm was passed around her waist
md the earnest look which turned away
rom the glory of the scene around TO seaR
ever that pale face.
Mamma, mamma" cried the child pul-
ing al her udrass- ,---A-ar- af- -.-l-<,J e----t-
What is It Hyde, darling9 :
A sudden pang convulscd Harold Beau
orts heart as he listened. She had disre
5arded his last prayer. Looking into the
yes OF her first born, she had not called
lim by his name. And yet it must be.
he loved him still. She had loved him so
'nce, she had sworn so solemnlv to love
llm forever. He choked back his agonv.
md listened, Hyde Beaufort was speak
ng-
Il have half fancied," he said, "that
some where in this American tour of ours,
We should meet my lost brother. 1t was
he greatest mystery his leaving home lust
IS began to get better. I used to think
you had something to do with
hat yourself, fair wife. Didn't you love
him once e.
harold waited bEeathlesslv for the an
'wer. Her tones were UNCHANGED. calm
and musical as ever. She drew very
near her husband, and clasped her fingers
upon his arm, lifting to his glance face
50 beWlldering in its beauty, Harold would
have died willingly to press one more kiss
on those proud lips.
"No," she said firmly, 3no, my husband,
have never loved another as love you.
loved you first, you always"
A strange spell overpowered Harold
In one moment, thousand swift-winged
thoughts rushed through his brain. Did
those bright lips utter falsehood now, or
had he been deceived, when he listened to
her word of love? She loved him not
that fatal knowledge goaded him to mad
ness. He breathed one hurried prayer,
not for himself even in that last agony, |
but for her. He looked at her-one long,
passionate look of untold love, and then
Tor one moment he threw his arms aloft |
toward Heayen-he sprang upward, out |
ward, and theI sank among the rapids of
Niagara. The waves, white and soft, and |
yet treacherous as had been her loving face, |
welcomed him. They drew him to their
BOSOM They had wOoed him long-now
they closed over him. Glorious that night
was the triumphant anthem of the Flood.
Hoarser, higher, louder, more exulting than
ever it sounded, and the old settlers round,
looking up with strange terror, whisper
ed, %There has been death to-day"
Ten days after, the body of the hermit,
which had been recovered near Fort Mia
CARA, was to be inferred. The news spread
like wildfre, the whole country round
It reached the ears of the naughty Eng
lish travellers, and with her usual impetu-
osity ofpurpose, Eleanor Beaufort resolved
to attend his funeral. 1t may be that a
faint foreboding of the truth troubled the
even current of her thoughts; however
this was, she was resolved to go.
She attired herself in her plainest gar
ments, and mingled with the throng around
his bier. From his earliest boyhood, Hyde
Beaufort had been subject to strange ter
ror of death and the grave, and so his lady
stepped forward alone to gaze upon the
face Of the dead. He was unchanged
The dark locks, which had blended one
summer afternoon with her own, curled