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

even shown by word or look, that he cared
more for me than be did for the throng of
gay butterflies, who tried all the little arts
that woman know, to win him. My trunks
are all packed, and l leave tomorrow
morning. | must spend this evening in
the parlor; the last perhaps may ever
pass with those who, in few short weeks,
have become so dear. Strange! that |,
who once thought that | could never love
again, should SO soon forget.
There was no one in the parlor when |
entered, so took seat by the centre ta-
bic and began to muse. soon became SO
lost in thought, as to be unaware of the
entrance of any one, until voice which
thrilled my very soul, called my name
"Leoline, my sister tells me that you are
going to leave tomorrow, is it so? eyes,
Mr.. Melville, it is true, | expect to leave in
the morning" 'Leoline, Miss Fairfield,
do not go, the house will seem dreary with
out you" ooh Miss Lister will be bet
ter companion than | am,' said I "you can
spend your unoccupied hours with her" y
"Leoline, do not trife so Miss Lister will
do very well to laugh and joke with, but
(bending over me, he whispered softly,)
love you, Leolinc, deeply, devotedly. Tn.
til | saw you, believed that all women
were tickle, and unwort by of hearts de-
votion; bat l have studied your character
we'll, and now, Lcoline, offer you hearts
first, purest love; can you, will you return
it" tits hardly worth while to record my
answer; suffice it to say that the next morn
ing when left for Mrs. Sanborn's I die
not 90 alone, but was accompanied by Her
bert Melville.
Marion was delighted to see nae, even /
| would leave her in so short time. Ny
marriage will take place in few days, on
ly few chosen friends to be present. Oh
how thankful l am that I did not MARI,
my first love. God is indeed good an(
He doeth all things WELL
Can it be? vcs, it is true, am marie,
and settled down near my old friend, ant
sister now, Emily Lovelace. Every da
that | live, thank God for his blessing
and great mercy towards me. Yesterda
| received letter from lola De Castro
She says, 81 wish you all the happiness tha
earth can afford. | am still happy, an
hope to continue so. My Arno is as nobI
and good, as | ever, in my widest moments
imagined him to be. He has seemed muc
troubled about Italy, but last week he re
ceived a Dispatch recalling him and inves
ting him with all his titles and estates, S
You see your little friend is now Counties
De Castro" Another letter from Lutte [
Vert, announces her return to America
She says, my health is somewhat impro,
ed, but life appears like dark and tror
! bled dream, from which there is no aw
king. pray that my life may be sho
one. You are happy, even as you deser,
to be may nought but roses cover yol
pathway; may your life be bright poet
dream. May God have mercy on me, al
prepare me for happier hereafter"
Poor child, can only sympathise vii
you, for wounded spirit who can bear
If she could forget that dream, and give
) her heart to loving Saviour, how mut
happier she would be; and that brings
mind some beautiful verses, with which
will end my story, as they seem particuls
ly applicable to her case.
II sorrow DER thy brow,
Its darkened shadows fling,
And hopes that cheer thee now,
Die in their early spring;
T should pleasure at its birth,
Fade like the hue of even,
Turn thou away from earth,
2 There's rest for thee in Heaven.
If like the weary dive,
Thou, far from friends art driven,
) Raise thou thine eyes above,
i There's rest for thee in heaven.
: Near Wilmington, n. G.