Clarksville chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1857-1865, 1859-05-20


Shall break into hundred thousand flaws,
Ere I'll weep"-Shdks.
"May sighted woman turn,
And as a vine the oak hath shaken of,
Bend lightly to her trust again.
Oh no by all her lovcness, by all
That makes life, poetry and beauty mol
Make her a slave; steal from her rosy cheek
By needless jealousies; let the last star
Leave her a watcher by your couch of pain;
Wrong her by petuance, suspicion, all
That makes her cup bitterness-yet give
One evidence of lore and earth has not
An emblem of dcvoedness like hers.
But oh cstrange her once it boots not how,
BY wrong or silence, anything that tells
change has come upon your tenderness,-
And there is not high thing out of heaven,
Her pride oermastereth NOT
NJ p Willie.
The evening sky is grey and thin skirt
ings of wintry clouds crown the tops of
the sentinel-li sycamores that trace their
half-robed shivering forms against the
cold blue eastern sky Solitary leaflets,
detached at intervals by their own feeble
tremblngs, float witha zizag motion upong
the dense November air, down to the cold
moist earth where many of its former
companions lie. The crickets mournful
chirrup rings out from the hearths.one
and mingles dreariy with the locusts
drone.
"Stars in the quiet skies"
And the slender thread of gold that
brightens for few brief moments, the
western horizon, has waued, like frail
eonsumptive, too delicate for carth's
ehershing.
Plaintiyely the melancholy voices of
night break upon the evening air,--and
strange anomaly l-serve to make the
reigning quiet more perceptible. Mans
harsh voice is hushed in slumber and ma
ture only speaks in sweet, poetic strain.
Lily's room is bright and cheerful,
merry blaze leaps upward through the
high piled nutwood casting exaggerated
portraits of the furniture upon the wall
aud shedding cheerful rudy glow
through the apartment. But she regard
ed not the picture of home comfort that
surrounded her; her feelings were more
in consonance with the cold and gloomy
aspect of the outer world.
Lily sat in her soft cushioned chair,
her face resting upon the small, white
hand and the golden curls streaming upon
the cambric gown, like sunbeams upon a
snow bank, The face usually so bright
and beaming couded by anxiety, and the
mournful eyes moist with unshed tears
News had come from Walter and Lily
learned with an aching heart, that her idol
was in danger. The yellow fever was
raging in Florida many had fallen victims
10 the dreadful disease and Walter, unac-
climated, would become an easy prey to
the insatiate monster, Lily knelt by her
bedside and offered up an earnest, heart
felt petition for his safety and speedy
restoration to his family, With trusting,
child-like confidence she then sought her
pillow, but troubled dreams disturbed her
rest Now, she was walking through 9
lovely. grove, leaning upon Walters arm
and the future, to her glowing fancy, ap.
pears as bright and beautiful as the pros
pect upon which they gaze, but gulf, i'm
passabie, opens at her feet and separates
them forever, In vain she calls upon him
TO return; while she stretches forth her
imploring hands, clouds envelope him and
the irresistible whirlwind bears him from
her sight, One lingering, wistful look as
he is borneaway'is her sole reply, Again,
unseen she stands beside his bed in
darkened chamber, the nght.lamp burn
ing dimly upon the hearth and the wearied
nurse, worn out with nights of patient
watching, slumbering heavily beside that
couch of death. Pale, and cmaciated by
protracted suffering, lies the uncared for
stranger, far from home and Kindred
The death damps gather upon his pallid
brow, or mosten the feverish lips that part
gnspingly, as he would call for help in this
his last extremity-but no one comes
And the sparkling eye films over, the
eramped limbs stifen, gaspng rattle
O aud the struggling spirit breaks ftom its
narrow prison. All is over In wild des-
pairing anguish Lily casts .herself upon