Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1858-05-14
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tFrom Godey's Lady's Book. ]
MAY KENDALL.
BY MRS G. W. DENNIsoN.

There are some seasons when the
graveyard seems peculiarly beautiful. -
When hushed twilight wings her noise
less way from heaven to wrap tho tenn
plies of the dead to her soft, transparent
drapery, or the pleasant moon lights up
the mossed graves, making luminous tho
white scuptured marble, it is sweet to
wander up the shadad aisles of the slum-
brous city,and muse upon the holy mem
ories of the departed.
The stars burned with lustre pecu.
liar to summer skies. A clear. mild
atmosphere gave refreshing elasticity
to my spirits. | wandered along |
scarcely knew where. and found myself.
after leisure walk. near the old fash
ioned burial ground at Dallston Falls
Twas happy man, for having that day
received a diploma. was really and
professionally an NJ D.
What directed my steps to the rural
burying ground. cannot now tell but
| believed, .the time, | was romantic
and an enthusiast them that some my
storious agency shaped my course. As
| drew near, the rustic gate was open -
The walks clittcrcd in the strong yellow
liyht: the s salows leaned down from the
trees. and frcscoal the gravel with
quaint tracery: the flowers, grouped in
dark masses upon the gently curved
mounds, | knew they were buds and
flowers, for their fragrance betrayed
them,) seemed whispering in their silent
language to the beautiful dead below
In my youth was fond of symbolizins.
Every inanimatc thing had its type in
som, ideal or oriental fancy. This
evening, felt particularly poetical.-
Nv Imagination was as fertile-ycs, |
thought as fertile as Milton 5, if nv
thoughts were not As grand,o my images
us sublime.
saun,crcd c,rrlcsLy along the side
where hawthorn hedge twined its firm
tendrils together dragging my cane after
mc.anl musin- in careless rcvcric. Sud
denly. passed, Jul e LIS beau
tiful lot was directly before me. its tiny
silver fountain buhbling up. and break
ing into white globulcs that glittercd
Ike hoar frost Here l leaned by a
huge, hoarv elm. and closed my eyes. as
the magic breathing of a fnte. sklilfuiiy
touched. floated through my Gaming
brain. As look back, it seems to me
that that was the happiest portion of my
existence. for, mingllng with that plain
tive melody, came a gentle face, with
sparkling eyrs, serene broe, and checks
lust crimson enough to resemble two
pale rose leaves flushing the pnrest
SNOW.
Oh. how loved that sweet May Ken.
nall =, Love Forgetting my God, |
idol zcd her, and. c-otist that was,
rancicd that my unspokcn passion was
returned. But | will not lineer. In
those few moments. was pouring my
very souls depth and fervor into the
heart that fondly imagined as youth
will. sometimcs-was in a sort of spri-
tual presence, ever beside me.
Nv rcvcrie WAS broken BY the ap-
proach of a stranger aud light silvery
laugh shut out the music of the fnt", for
twas so like my love, May $50 rim Jing !.
SO joyous
Presently, a f1c manly form drew
near and | recognized the features of
one who had been my college mate two
wears ago. would have sprang forward
to meet HIM. His name was trembling
on nv lips. whena sight arrested my
attention that chilled my blood and
made my teeth chatter with sudden
freezing fear. The two had come almost
beside me, and there stopped, charmed
with the sylvan spot. The lady held
her hat BY the strings one arm was
passed confidently through that of her
companion and, when she turned her
beaming face around towards me i was
concealed by the shadow recognized.
in the full flood Of the moonlight May
Kendall.
| do not like. even at this late day. to
review the feelings that shook my frame,
when | heard them mnrmnr such word
of tenderness to each other in subdued
and happy tones. A dea,hlv faintness
came over me as gathered from their
own lips the knowledge that they were
betro,hed and, when that passed away,
n fierce revenge sent the blood boiling
through my veins. could have leaped
upor him. and demanded my May ,mylove,
without whom, life would seem a curse
and the world a dread, dcao blank. But
then by what right could | call her mine.
True, she had been most kind to me,
but never more than maidenly modestv
might warrant towards the most intimate
friend. Now | kncw-God forgive me
for the rage that tugyea at my heart
strings as | thorgt of it why she
had talked Of Frederick. Oh. fool that
| was not to comprehend before She
had smiled on me because | was his
college mate-because | had ever some
sweet recollection to tell, some virtue of
his to praise and blinded by my own
fondness, l fancied that she loved me.
How | stood there, weak, passionate,
and painting with the violence Of my
emotions, even till l learned the day
when the wedding would take place, |
know not. for every nerve in my body
seemed changed to an instrument Of
keen torture. Fortunately, they did
not pass me-, but retraced their steps !;
and l. bending low with an almost
breaking heart, slowly left the pleasan,
church ard. new only valley of dry
bones to me, and walked towards my
boarding house, too wretched to think
deliberately, or. feel all the crushing
weight of my disappointment.
The next day. before sunrise. | was