The Lambertville press. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1858-1???, 1859-06-23

! as my low, tlmld rap tell upon the closed door.
A friend of the family admitted me, and one
glance at her sorrowful countenance assured me
| was just in time. Quickly Ipassed in, and
up the broad, silent stairs, to the chamber Of my
dying friend. What a scene met my gaze Oft
in the Silly hours Of night it comes before me,
! and see again my Nina as she looked on that
morning long ago. Propped up in bed with
pillows scarce winter than her brow, she looked
and seemed like an angel who had descended
for season, to this dim earth. With a low
gasp Of pain / sprang for4 d, and folding her
in my arms, pressed upon her brow and cheek
kisses fraught with the deepest emotions of my
soul
Her emaciated arms were placed about my
neck, and her low voice faltered
Thou hast come in time, dear, dear Amy y
AS turned away to hide my agony my gaze
fell upon her grey haired father, her despairing
heart-stricken mother as they knelt beside their
dying child, fearless in that terrible grief
AS the sun was fading from earth, she died !;
and reader,to your imagination [ leave what fol-
lowed: for my pen would fail should / attempt
description. Suffice it to say, wept with
those aged parents Ger the early grave Of their
beautiful and their all, the biterest tears my life
had ever known. For few months, | fingered
in the home Of the bereaved, seeking, by every
attention I coud command, to alleviate their
great heart-agony. Yet ! but learned the story
of Minas grief ere the light Of their life went out
and we bore them to the side of her new made
grave
It was the old story revived, Nina loved with
all the fervency of the hearts first affection, and
was, as she imagined, loved in return, with equal
fervor. She gave him the unreserved confidence
other pure SOUL and he appeared to appreciate
the sacred trust.
The weeks glided calmly and serenely on, re-
pete with cherished joys, and they, unmindfu of
the future, lived but to love- He made no
vows ;.she asked none; for the beamng of his
deep dark eyes, the winning softness of his low
toned voice told her ALL
Oneevening they parted, and as he was turn
ing away he glanced down at the sweet, trusting
face upHfted to his own, and shadow of pain
fitted over his fine features, as he turned back
and folded her to his heart and pressed upon
her lips the first and last KISS and was gone.
They neUer met again.
The flowers faded, and the birds fastened
away to a SUMMER cline, while the cold, bleak
winds Of Autumn mourned sadly around the
easement yet he came not. The red faded
out from her lips and cheek, and her smiles
were like the rays of light which sometimes
play over the unconscious face of marble Her
steps grew languid and the songs that were won't
to linger on her lips were heard ssnevermere y
1t was thus I found her, and dear reader, you
know the end He, the destroyer, came no
more and rumor whispered that a proud,
haughty aolfe had been his for years.
He may have contrasted the woman who sat
unloved in his cherries home with the artless
child of nature and in the contemplation forgot
that he was free to WOO and win. We will
hope that he was not actuated by any of those
base designs which many of his sex foster, like
a whitening course, with their hearts, winning
but to cast forth again to meet the scorn of an
IMPLYING world.
Thou art sleeping peacefully in thy flowers
home, fair girl, and this Wavelet Of Memory"
flung out upon the ocean of life, will disturb not
| thy slumber.