Delaware inquirer. (Wilmington, Del.) 1859-18??, 1859-07-02
CHAPTER XIV.

MORNING ON THR BRAsDYwiNR-LEToPIANis NisM---
AN UNEXPECTED AoqUAINTANcE--THR LETTER.
1t is morning upon the Brandywine. Bright
glowing, beautiful morning. Summer has ar
rayed in delightful costume, every hill, vale,
tree and bush. Flowers peep modestly from
the path side, holding up their pretty heads,
as Il were to be warmed by the suns genial
rays that are 80 freely descending on every
thing alike. The birds are holding sacred
concert in the vine-clad cedars, pouring forth
in sweetest harmony their mellow notes to
that great autlior of their existance, a knowl-
ege of whom apparently lives by instinct in
the bosom of every thing animate. Brightly
sparkled the limpid waters of the Brandywine
as the luminous God of day mirrored his bra
zen face in that pure stream. Softly muir
mered the winding rivulet, as if whispering
to tho ear of man some important secret,
while ii wound its way through howery wales
to the bosom of the deep blue waters, of the
stream that swallows and ever swallows with
in its capacious main its crystal waters. The
world has but one Brandywine and he who
has not spent summer morning among Its
shades and beheld the dew -bespangled shr ub-
bery-tle blooming howers-the rocky bat
tlements of nature that rear their messy
heads on hgh--the trees of various species
that stand like trusty sentinels along each
path, knows but little about romantic scenery
II is on a sweet morning Of this kind, be-
neath bending oak whose wide extended
shade is spread along, what is called Rattle
snake Run, neglige emily reclined Samuel Ir-
wing and Ida Strickland upon messy bank
that dipped its rugged edges beneath the wa
ters of the stream. Before them spread the
silvery sheeted Brandywine behind them
rose in native grandeur the cedar and vine
cald hills. The hum of machinery from the
distant paper mills struck sadly upon the ear;
contrasting admirably with the murmering
of merry waters, and the song of happy birds.
samuel's eye rested psssionately upon the
expressive face Of the fair being by his side,
and his imagination drank the sweet smile
the innocent expression of that lovely coun-
tenance with the ardour of an enthusiast.
The dark, languid eyes Of the girl were softly
gazing upon the bright intellectual face of the
former and silent voice-not of the bois-
trous tongue-not from the shallow lips-but
silent voice from the heart that knows no
sound, spoke in language far more intelli-
gible through their expressive eyes. II con-
versed of a subject far TOO holy to be trans
lated into mere words. That language was
the communion of spirits--the blending and
union Of sympathetic souls.
What sight There upon messy hauk
where the limpid waters inuriner their contin-
uous orisons-where the wide spreading Bran
dywine mirrors the bright blue heavens, the
rocky hills and stately trees; whore the song
Of birds awakens the rosy day and blooming
aowrets scent the signing zephyr's breath
two beautiful beings meet to drink the inspi-
ration of each others souls in silence. An
gslic forms might well be imagined to hover
over such a scene, lending Heavenly happi-
ness and bliss inexpressible to the favoured
beings of their choice.
Gaze on, gaze OH happy ones this world
was made for you Drink the love inspiring
draught from the liquid, languid expression
Of the midnight eye, for true bliss is yet in
store for you.
" Samuel whispered the young girl the
first to break the silence; "what hum is that
which comes upon the breeze so mournfully
notwithstanding the exceedingly beautiful
scenery aroundus, it makes mo sadf"
The same Mechanically tinae that mofnen-
tarily appeared on the countenanee of Ida in
stantly, as If by mesmeric influence extended
itself to the face of the young mss. he
sighed and said;
:" Ida that is work-house where the labor
of the hands are rewarded with the degrada-
tion of the mind where the chained spirit
feels none Of the exstatic influences Of the
besasifying scenery that surrouHds as; whore