Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1858-06-09

shoulders and Moina knew she was winning
him over.
"Well know Pm naughty, C!ary; but [
wont do so any more-I wont; indeed l wish
old Wood was in Australia"
sod Wood" Clarence laughed outright,
"why you had no eyes but for him this eve
ming"
"But, Clary, you tormented me, you jealous
heathen and-and do love to tease you"
Clarence looked sober Mona dear, if did
not love you more than life itself, would not
be jealous-Oh! Mona, wonder sometimes if
il" But he sighed, and did not finish the
sentence.
Clarence Staten walked sadly to his Office.
True he had parted with Moina in the kind
est manner possible, but something's still,
small voice." that haunts us all sometimes, and
comes we know not whence, kept whispering
to him, that he, like poor Othello, was loving
"not wisely, but too we'll"
A month passed away and Clarence Staten
led to the altar the love of his manhood-the
fairest girl in the city Of which he was q resi-
dent-Moina Barton. Many, very many envied
him-was he an object Of envy?
Mary Hiliard looked on with saddened eyes
Mary Hilliard, who had had the dreams Of
the bride, and the realities of the wife. She
could not rejoice-nay, she often said that a
wedding made her weep, for she saw not the
glitter, and hattering surface of the present,
which was so little-oh so lille! but she look
ed with prophetic eye to the future.
Is not a bridal solemn thing, to those who
60 beyond the bridal paraphernalia-th pres
ents-thc veil, and the bridal tour There
stand two who are to embark on a pcrilous
and unknown yoyage-Lore stands at the helm
it is true; and love hides multitude Of def
.iences. But the enthusiastic boy must gradu-
ally deepen into the man of the world-he will
have to fight many hard battle-deSpair will
come over Linn sometimeS-the rough winds Of
adversely blow about his frail barque; and
does not this weary, battling soul need help
mate-the love, the comforting words of some
true, loving woman Will dressed up doll who
lounges on the sofa with novel in the NOR
ning-parades Broadway in the afternoon and
flirts with some Don Whskerando in the eve
nng-suffice? will such being meet the
wants Of his nobler nature? Pause, young
man, and think. The bride too, is much-to-be
pitied personagc-in spite of flowers, laces, and
ribbons. The time will come when that fair
face will be priced no longer for its beauty. In
the wear and tear of lfe-which time brings
to all-that eye must lose its brig:tness--that
cheek its soft rose tnt-perchance that elegant
form may be robbed of portion Of its grace
and if his love is based on beauty, will not it
fade too? An attack Of the Smallpox has
sometimes cured violent attack Of love. Then
bring your husband something better than
pretty face-a clear, reasoning head ; and
warm, loving christian heart.
Truly marriage is solemn thing-no wonder
Mary Hilliard wept.
Yes: Molina Burton was married--poor, lit
tie, faulty, but loving, loyeable Molina. And
with her lege lord left in the cars as most
brides do, to go off somewhere; Clary thinking
her "the dearest girl in the world" and she
rejoicing in tue harmless belief that fifty maid
ems were dying for the treasure she had borne
off so triumphantly. Moina's bosom friend,
said to another of her bosom friends You can't
fancy how divinely Moina looked as Sue left
this morning. Her travelling hat is the street..
est thing in the world, and so becoming and
then her dress was elegant; and her travelling
talma perfectly exquisite; and as for Clary
Staten, there's no describing him-You know
was half in love with him myself; and it might
have amounted to something; (IIere the young
lady lowered Ler voice, and looked very know
ing) but never meddle with my friends-I
don't think its right, do you2 And it would
have broken Moinas heart, poor thing, she loves
him so devotedly.
But amid all the praises that were showered
on the newly married-the words of envy or
the predictions of an unclouded future Mary
Iiilliard who loved them more than any one
else-wise Mary Hillard shook her heard, and
said nothing.