Spirit of the age. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1849-1865, 1859-03-30

"Leoline Fairfield, are you going to the
lectures" asked Lutte lie Vert, a few days
after the ball. 81 have hardly decided yet"
said /. "Who is to be the lecturer ?" "De
Castro; he is to deliver an address at u
o'clock this evening so be ye ready when
your escort caIleth y and with light
laugh, she left the room. Did l guess
arightl mused if so, Lutte lie Vert, the
wealthy and distinguished belle, the admi-
red Of all admirers, the one who had "nev-
er even fancied she loved" had in a weeks
acquaintance, given her whole heart, un-
sought, to a stranger. Yes, the heighten-
ed color and changed expression of those
soul-speaking eyes, tells that she loves at
last. All ! what tissue of misery and de-
spair see spread out be,ore her. But her
noble heart will live through all, and when
years have passed, will, by suffering and
sorrow, have been made pure.
A few hours later, and | was in the lee
ture room. A vast crowd was congrega-
ted there but all was hushed and still, as
the noble Italian arose. For moment he
paused, then commenced his exordium.-
Calm and dignied he looked, as with
matchless eloquence he pictured out the
beauty and glory of Italy-her splendid
sunsets-and her gorgeous skies. Then
as he became more interested, he spoke OF
the wrongs Of his countrymen, and bis eyes
darkened and his face flushed with feeling.
But when he spoke of the chains that
bound them, Of their servitude, it seemed
as if lightning flashed from his dark orbs
In his peroration, he said, 81 ask not your
interference, noble Americans, but | crave
your sympathy for down-trodden Italy,
TIE name OF Italy is dear to every Italian
and they would shed their hearts bes
blood to obtain the glorious boon of free
dom. Give them your sympathy LIE
them know that though down-trodden anC
oppl essed, they are not forgotten. LIE
Italy know that there are those in Ameri
ca, who would gladly welcome her to tn
band Of Republics and when the flag O
freedom waves over her mountains AM
valleys, and the hand Of oppression is with
drawn, the prayers of all Italy will arise t.
heaven for the noble, true-hearted sons O
America. God speed the day, when tn
disIranchised sons Of Italy may be free"
When the speaker ended, and the Grove
was dispensing, saw Mr.. Tivoli go toward
him, ard with all the courtesy Of gentle
man, welcome him to the land of the free
and in few moments more, he was besid
lola. God grant that their trials are ended
thought !, as | gazed into their tell-tal
eyes. They deserve 10 be happy, and
pray that they may be.
Late that night, after all was silent il
the hotel, lola came to my room, looking
so radiantly happy, that l scarcely recog
nized in her the invalid of yesterday. "Oh!
said she, 81 am so happy. God is YER
good When l came here, did no
dream of ever seeing Arno again, mucl
less that it would all happen as it has
Her father was now willing to their maj
riage, and everything was right. $50 yo
have found happiness at last" saidI. eyes,
she answered, in her native tongue, Emt
Clio tardi che mai-better late than neve
"And now, Leoline, | want you for m
bridesmaid will you act 2" l could M
mar her JOY by refusing, so gave my col
sent.
! scarcely ever have any conversatio
with Lutte lie Vert, now, for even when "
are together, she seldom converses. ST
has grown fitful and moody, and will S
for hours staring with her great black eye
apparently lost in thought. Alas poo
heart, how weary it is. | can pity he
for know what it is to love. "Leoline
said she one evening, as the stars were b
ginning to shed their lustre around, LIE
line, did you ever love?" ayes, Lutte, b
why do you ask y Nothing, nothing" 81
answered hastily, "only you are said to
heartless, and thought would ask you
1t was the only time she ever spoke of 10
to me, after the time she said she had ne
er loved.