The Jeffersonian. [volume] (Stroudsburg, Pa.) 1853-1911, 1859-04-07
CARRIE ARMAND.
BY C. MONTGOMERY.

Hluk uOl DGlO!eu, tilNe Cdu UlGdh
The spell around us cast;
Or absence from my bosom take
The memory of the past.
My love is not that silver mist,
From summer blooms ny sunbeams kissed,
To fugitives too fast;
A fadeless flower it still retains,
The brightness 10 its earlier stains.
ANONYMOUS.
How shall | describe thee, Carrie Ar
mandl Beautiful, tewitehingly beauti
full thou art, with thy soft beautiful eyes,
and golden curls, clustering round a face
of angelic beauty. Beautiful creaturel
who can describe that living intelligence
that compels he beholder to look! to rec
ollect even the day-drcams. And in dis
tant lands to zee thee in the visions of the
uignt,-To wake and fnd thee gone,
though fixed forever in the memory.
Sweet Carrie Arm mand thou art being
to worship and to lose. There is drea-
my sweetness in thy countenancc-a nys-
terry in the profound senyibility OF thy
nature, that fascinates beyond measure.
Art thou gay! thy beautiful eyes are
filed with brishtness-thy lovely coun-
teu,nce becomes raGicut with smiles-thy
thrilling voice is turned to highest mirth,
while the gladness that fills thy heart O.
verfows, as does light from the sun, i'm
parting to all around It's genial warmth.
Truly thou art the lilly Of Ayondsle, thy
bright valley home; and never faircr lilly
lifted its sweet head beside meaDdcring
stream, or in secluded glen. Cone with
me to the shade of that old forest tt at
waves its leafy boughs in the summer
breczes.
Leaning against the huge trunk Of a
towering sycamore is Carrie Armand =
The playful zephyrs are nesting amid
her soft curls and coqucttins with the
wreath Of bright autumn leaves thut bind
them from of her brow.
Her white robe of feecy muslin falls
in graceful folds around a form of the
mot perfect symmetry, and straw bat
with its silken strings of cerulean blue
hangs upon her round arm. A faint rose
color CLEANS upon her cheek, and the
beautiful bouquet of Wild fowers she has
gathered, is spangling the earth with
variety of soft, and lovely hues, torn 10
apparent Inconsistencies, by that fair
hand.
Before her stands young man Of
some three and twenty. He is possessed
OF slight but elegant figure; and there
il q world Of melancholy beauty in that
Il Al 81 A.,
and marble brow.
0oe by one the delicate petals contiG
uc failing to the ground.
why Carrie! Why do you spoil that
exquisite toquet that you so carefully
culledl May | keep this, Carrier said
the young u an as be gathered the torn and
scattered leaves, aud placed them in his
bosom.
'Oh they are faded-you shall have
something prettier, she replied, taking
from her hair white rosebud half uu-
folded.
Il will look at this when alone, and
think of far loyelier flower, said be
taking it and earnestly pressing the hand
that gave it, while those dark eyes beam
ed upon the young girl, with light SO
eloquent with love and truth that her
heart beat With new and underlined emo
tions.
You will not forget me entirely, when
/ am gone, Carric.' said the young man
In sad tone.
Forget you, Earnest! replied the fair
girl, quickly; oh never
Bless you! bless you for those words,
he answered
But time flies, and the long shadows of
the trees tell uo that must depart.
so soon, Earnest said Carrie Ar
mand, sadly. But will you not some
times think of Avondalel' And Of thee,
Carrie interrupted her companion.
yes; never shall forget the blissful
hours that / have passed in this quiet
valley, aud wherever l 60, the vision of
a beauteous face will ever haunt me-
Farewell, Carrie
He took her hand held it between his
own; and gazed earnestly upon that sweet
face and downcast eyes.
Farewell, murDured the young giri,
10 voice barely audible.
'Adieu, sweet Avondale. Shall nev-
er again listen to the music of thy purlins
streams, or lioger beneath the shade OF
these old treesp
he pressed the little hand fervently to
his lips, and the next moment he was
gone.
Carrie Armand sank down upon the
earth and burst into food of passionate
tears.
What cared she for the music of the
birds; or the rustliDg of the winds around
heri She without confessiDg or receiv-
ing the avowal of love that dwelt ip the