Clarksville chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1857-1865, 1859-04-01

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feelings burst all bounds, and came rnsh.
ing in whelming tides over her soul, bath
ing, her eyes in tears and heartin anguish.
All where is the fortitude now, that has
borne her up in seeming calmness through
all these long years Of suffering2 Where
now the victory over which pride had so
exulted, the victory over heart and feeling
so long ago attained? Alas that which
she had deemed the cause of her love, and
which years agone she had buried beneath
the ruins Of memory, has been, by the
senses of to- night dragged forth from the
charnel house, in all the power and might
of resusitated life, and now in fierce ire, is
wreaking its revenge for its long cap
tivity. Fora while, it overruns all in its
'resistless course, and had well nigh achiev-
ed a victory, when the flying squadrous
ofpride again rallied, and with their brave
general at their head, struggled valiantly,
and at last came off conquerors, and again
was the vanquished outlaw cast back into
his prison house and Amelin Randolph,
came forth on the morrow, pale and unre-
freshcd, but calm aud tranquil, her battle
slain put out of sight but the sod still
trampled and stained with the blood of the
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The newly married couple accompanied
by their father and sister left the following
week, for protracted tour thro' Europe,
and amid the excitemento of travel !; the
novelties and sublimities Of the old world,
the physical and mental strength of our
heroine returned, and with it the fulness
to her form the color to her cheek and
light to her eye, and now as wrapt in con-
templative enthusiasm, viewing the thea
tres, of the soul stirring dramas, upon the
relation of which it had been her delight
to dwell, in her retired home self, with
its sorrow, was forgotten, and had Fenelon
Randolph been permitted to take peep
into her heart, he would have found there
nothing to fatter his vanity, in the shape
of his image enshrined therein. Let us
now return to him. a3tpfH tis-3.3sl' lt
Hitherto, Amelin Randolph had had no
rival in the bosom of her truant lord, to
dread, save the goddess science but he
who had filled the cup of bitterness for
another's lips, must now quaffit to its dregs.
Immersed in the cares and duties of his
profession, he had never mingled in tho
gay world his high strung soul could feel
but little concord with the vapid insipidity
ofa fashionable drawing ROOM nor had
there, .secp,ingly, but one of tho MUSES.,
power to charm him from his ABSORPTION /:
In the harmonious, strains of music, his
wrapt being was lost in, sweet eysium
upon the wings of melody, his entranced
soul seemed to leave earth, with its en-
thrallments, and soar amid ETHEREAL essen /
ces. And when the "bird of song" crossed
the blue waters to our shores, and rested
after its various fight, for brief space
among the domes and steeples of the
"Falls City, to carol forth its wondrous
melody Randolph, among the first, push
ed forward to secure place in the audience.
His seat in the hall commanded the stage,
as well as the full face of the listners and
while the orchestra was dashing through
the prelude, ere the entrance of the song
tress, a movement among the first seats
in the middle groups drew his attention to
the late'entranee Of a distinguished looking
party, consisting of two ladies and as many
gentlemen. Liesurely surveying each
memberas they became settled, he was par
ticularly attracted to the calm, majestic
beauty ofthe lady nearest him. Her placid
brow shaded by glossy masses of dark
brown hair, her classically cut features
and above all her dark soft gray eye, which
seemed SO deep and thoughtful, in its re-
pose, that he could we'll immagine her med
itatiOn had little to do with the common
places Of fashion and folly. But, if beauti-
full in repose, how shall | describe that face
when lighted up as Randolph saw it soon
after (for his attention was strangely drawn
from tho stage to the audience,) by the
enthusiasm of delight. nom f-.-
The languid eyes had grown dazzling in
their radiance the whole face was instinct
with Joyous life the warm blood coursng
in crimson tides from lip to cheek the
full bust and arching neck supporting the
queenly head were bent forward; the whole
being seemed glowing with rapturous JOY,
and as the last strains Of those seraphic
notes died away. and the full band struck
up symphony, she heayed sigh, almost
a sob, and looking around her with start