The daily dispatch. [volume] (Richmond [Va.]) 1850-1884, 1858-08-11

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| said, Il suppose cannot deny IT,
sfou are res,ly goingf'
Il Am really going ,..
| besrayed Der. Then Was glad, 10 my heart, and
i vain enough TO be grsffed that others shouid be-
4 hold and know held power over her. Well
| bat suffered for THAI FOLLY.
Il teel hurt she said after, little while, be
| cause You have not told me this. You have no
sster {ths was spoken very Quit tly) and IL would
have been a privilege for me to take sisters
| place, aud do for you those little things which
sisters do for brothers who are going on long
| journeys
| / was choked; IL was a minute before could
| speak. Then said that saw no reason Why che
should tax her time or thoughts to do anything
| for me.
| oh, you know she said you have been kind to
| me--so much kinder than have deservedp
| II was unendnr able-the pathos Of the words! l
| was blinded, stifed-I almost groaned aloud. III
| ~e had been alone, there our trial would have
| ended. I should have snatched her to my soul
Bnt the eyes of others we're upon us, aud steeied
! myself
'Bs.ides,' I said, know of nothing that you can
| do fpr me-
There must be many little things; to begin
with. shereis your glove, which you are tearing 20
| pieces
True, was tearing my gIove-she was calm
enough TO observe i'll That made me angry.
Tive it to me; will mend il for YOU Haven't
you other gloves that need mending!
L.,
| vas breakng--aud she talked of mending gloves |!
did not omit to thank her. coldly arose to go.
Well. felt now thatit was all over. The next
day secured my passage In the steamer IN which
my friends were to sail. took pains that Marga'
ret should hear OF that too. Then came the pre-
paIations for travelarranging analrs, writing let
tiers, providing myself with compact and comior
table on fit Europe was in prospect-Paris, Switz-
erlaad, Italy. lands to VIII ch my dreams mad long
since gone before me, and to which, had now turn
| ed my eyes with re.awakening ASPIRATIONS. new
glory arose upon my life. ia the light OF which Mar
gsret became fading star. 1t was SO much easier
til 40 had thought TO give her up, TO part from her
| | found that could forget her ia the excitement
| OF a fresh and novel experience: while she--couid
she forget me? When lovers part, Apply is he who
| goesl alas for the one that is left behind
| One DAY when was busy with tho books which
| / was to take with me- small package was handed
in. need not tell YOU that experienced thrill,
| when saw Margaret's handwriting upon the wrap
| per. tore il open-and what think you found!
/ Ny glove! Nothing else. / smiled bitterly, TO see
how neatly she had mcnded it; then sighed; then
said 1t 10 uished' and tossed the glove disdsin-
| fully into my trunk.
On the day before that fxsd for the sailing of the
| steamer, / made farewell calls upon many OF my
friends among Others upon Margaret. But through
the perversity of pride aud will. did not go alone
| Il took with nue. Joseph, ANNUAL Acquaintance.
who to be my coa,p1gnoa de poyager. felt some
pisgivings, to see how Margaret had changed; she
| was softened and so pale.
| The interview was a painful one, and 1 cut it
short. As we were geing out, she gently detained
| me. aud said
| Did you receive-your glover
'On, yes said. and thanked her for mending
| it.
Aud is this all, all you have to say !? she asked
Il have nothing more to say, except goodbye
| She held my hand. Nothing else p
NO, it is useless to talk of the past; Margaret;
and the future-may you be happy-Good bye!'
| thought she would speak; Gould not believe
she would let me go; but sue did bore up well
I .,..l.k urlo ,nn IT. nd
| three times past the house, wofuily tempted my
| love and my will at cruel warfare; but did not
| go in. At midnight saw the light in her room
extinguished; knew she had retired, but whether
| to sleep, or weep, or pray-how could tellt l
went home. | did not close my eyes that night
| | was glad TO see the morning CONS, after such a
| night
| The steamer was to sail at ten. The hustle of
| smbarkatiou: strange scenes aud strange faces !;
parting from friends the ringing of the bell; last
ahieus some, who were to 60 with Us. hnrryiug
| aboard others, who were to stay behind, as
hastily going ashore; the withdrawal Of the plank
sad sight to many eyesl casting off the lines.
the steamer swinging cavity around, the rushing,
| irregular motion OF the great slow paddles the
| waving Of handkerchiefs from tue decks, and the
| res. jonsiye signals from the crowd lining the
wharf, off at ast--the faces of friends. the crowd,
the piers, aud lastly the city itself, fading from
| sight, the dash oil spray, ths freshening breeze,
the novel sight of ,ur little world detaching IL
| self and floating away the feeling that America
! WAS PTS aOu Europe WAS OeXs, All ILLS uiteu my
| MUD with animation and excitement, which shut
| out thoughts o! Margaret. Could have looked
| with oiarvoyant vision. and beheld her them
| locked Ia her chamber, should L have been 80
| happyf Oh, what fools vanity and pride make of
| Gs Even then, with my heart high-strun, with
| hope and courage, had known the truth, should
nave abandoned my friends, the voyage, and Flu
tope, and returned in the pilots boat to find
somethiug more precious than all the continents
aud countries of the globe, in the love of that
| heart wbch was carelessly flingiug away.
| Here Westwood took breath The sun was now
ain ,st Set. The prairie was still and cool:
| the heavy dews were beginning to fall; the sha.
| dows of the green and lowered undulations lied
the holiows, like rising tide; the headland, seen
At mr.. 50 far aud small, was growing gradually
large aud near the horses moved at quicker pace.
Westwood lighted his cigar, drew a few whiHs, and
| proceeded.
| Wehad a voyage of eleven days. But to me an
| immense amount of experience crowded into
that brief period. The fine exhieration of the
siart--the breeze gradually increasing to gale;
! then horrible seasickness, home sickness. love-
sickness; after which the weather which sailors
love, games, gayety and Irritation. There is 10
such social freedom to be eDj 5yed anywhere as on
| board an ocean steamer. The breaking up of old
associations, the opening of fresh existence the
necessity of new relationship-ths fuses the crust
| Of conveHtionaiity, quickens the springs of lite
aud renders character sympathetic aud fluent
The past Is easily put away; we become plastic to
new Influences we are delighted at the discovery
OF unexpected atnities, and astonshed to find in
ourselves SO muca wit, sloquence and fine
| ceptibility, which We did not before dream we
| possessed
This freedom is especially provocative of firta.
ton We see each fair brow touched with "a halo
whose colors are the reflections of our own beau.
tful dreams. Loneliness is ten fold more lovely,
lighted in this atmosphere of romance; and man.
hood IS invested with ideal graces. The love with.
in Us PUSHES, with swift, sweet heartbeets to meet
the love responsive in some other. Don't think
| am now arttully preparing your mind to excuse
what am about TO confess Take these thugs
into consideration, if you will; then think AS you
please Of the weakness and wild impulse with
which fell in love with -
We will call her Flora. The most superb, cap
tIvatlng creature that ever eusnared the heart of
the sons of Adam. foe olive complexion; mag.
niheent dark auburn hair; eyes full OF IRE and
softness; lips that could pout smile with incom-
parable fascination; figure Of surprising synme-
terry, just voiuptuous enough But, after all her
great power lay in her freedom from all affecta-
ton and conyentionality-in her spontaneity, her
free, sparkling, and vivacious manners she was
the most daring aud dazzling OF women, without
eve appearing immodest or repusiVe She walk
ed with such proud, secure steps over the com
monty accepted barriers OF social Intercourse, that
even those who blamed her and pretended to bs
shocked were compelled to ADMIRE. She was the
belle of the Juno, Of the saloon, the supreme or
nament of the upper COX. just twenty,-not
without Wit and culture,-full of poetry and en-
thusiasm. Do you blame mei
mot a whit" said; "but for Margaret, -
"Ah, Margaret" said Westwood, with a sigh
aBut, you see, had given her up. And when one
love is lost there sink such awful cbasms into the
soul, that, though they cannot be filed, we must
ut least bridge them over with new Affection The
number of marriages built in this way, upon false
foundations OF hoiowness and despair. is iucompu.
table. We talk Of Tilted lovers aud disappointed
girls marrying 'out spite Nodoubt, such petty
feeling hurries forward many premature matches.
But tits tho heart, left SHAKEN unsupported wretch-
cdiy sinking which rsachns out it's eelers for sym
raihy, catches at the FIRST penetrable point and
ciipge like helpless vine 70 the sunny sided wall
of the nearest consolation. If you wish 20 marry
girl and can't, and arc weak enough to desire her
still, this Is what Won should do: get some capable
man TO iiIt her. Then seize your chance. All the
affections which hare gone out to him, unmet ready
| to drocp, aniyeriug with the painful hungry In.