Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1859-04-21
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VISION forever? - - ~'~--
f "Pauliuev' Ah! young man! / know
the potency of that namea;I can easily an-
tderstand the influence Of its memory upon
YOUR heart aud life But gather up your
moral and mental strength aud'shake off that
name from your heart atonce; for it clings
about thee, like theivy about the sturdy oak,
only to eat out thy life and rob thee of'thy
glory. What? Wo1ldst have me lift up
the veil. which separates the, past from the
present.? l am willing-let us do so. y
+; 1t was upon long ago May morning in
Ethe far.away winterless years which are gone,
that you first looked upon Pauline. Your
education had, but Just been completed, and
YOU had gladly thrown aside the musty tones
Of classic lore, and gone back to the home,
love and the home:music, Oh !=how moth
er's arms embraced her promising son, as
your returning feet fell the threshold
once again r How the old mans lip quiver;
ed. as he half arose from the old armchair
which had been drawn close by the window,
and pressed his thin, sunken lips close to
your burning cheek. How lovingly did
round white arms of loving sisters enciFcle
yourvery SOUL aud cherry lips kiss you into
the most exquisite happiness Was that all
vanity p How, eagerly did you ask after your
kold. friends and conpanionsl What had be:
come of Eddie ?--was Willie stilfat College
was Pauline Darried?; Sister saw the warm
blood rush into your cheekas you asked that
| last question. What did she mean by that
tpeoaliar smile, as she gently lyplaced herhttie
hand upon your shoulder, and whispered
s.Pauline is not married p's~Pshaw! she was
nothing, to you-you only asked whether she
| was. married lit made indifference toyou
True, when you were boy, Pauline was
tcalled your little sweetheart; ) but that was
all nonsense, of course. ~
- Notwithstanding all this, you left your
sistersside and Stro1led out into the. mead
ow alone. You only wanted to smoke a. ci'
gar-that was all!-and you carved the
name of Pauline upon the old beeeh;tree in
the avenue, it was only to;wbile away a. dull
hour before dinner-you didn't care a cen,
for, her J, Cato. you going to see her !! All
the country boobies would lower your name
fby1coupiiug it with heryt, After d inner you
went up to your room--threw yourself upon
the same old lounge that youused tohide un'
der when you werea boy. What madeyou
take out your pencil and write name upon a
copy of IIomer's Illiad2-'twas not her book.
She,never heard of oldoHemeE What made
YOU YOU go to the window and gaze 50 long''in
the direction of the white washed cottage at
the foot of the hill Pauline lived there
aud of course you were not dreaming of
simple country girl-of course not! And
Isyet, it. looked so pleasant and cool down the
avenue, that you put on your hat, aud quietly
+ left the house. That old log under the ven,
cradle oak you were wont to sit there
with little Pauline mauyyears ago land; just
out of cariiosity you searched for name,
which you had carved upon, the smooth bark
when you were lastthere: " &C., .. -.
Was it t'ezactly proper to- pass the cottage
+ door, without stopping to enquire after the
health of the old tolhs p. Scarcely. But
Pauline might. suppose that you had only
come to see her, and that would not do at all
You passed on-poor,, proud, foolish man
Why. did you thus rein in the God-derIyed
impulses of your heart? You loved Pau
iiue x, You wanted so much to hear. her
voice again-to feel the pressure of her dain'
ty hand, and pass your r'own, ever so tender
~, over her soft curls. 70 - -. -'~
You passed on!-but what was it that
shut out the beauty Of the flowers? Where
went the suulight-after at;step away from
the cottage? How came that tear upon
your flushed cheek? And why did you
turn aside into the little footpath that led
away out into the tangled wildwoods Did
you sleep that night? How came those
thorns in the pillow that terrible night?-
Whose fa,e was it that peeped between the
bars of sleep?' Whose silky curls were they
that touched your fevered brow? You were
alone in your room-somebody tapped gen.
tly~ upon the door. That was familiar
sound could it be Pauline?. Oh! as she
bounded into the room and threw her dear
arms around your neck, and imprinted kiss
upon your pale check, and called you "dear
Charlie !" how could you help smoothing
back those soft curls and pressing the little
head close to your heart! But-ah thai
terrible but!-there was necklace around
her neck, and a miniature rested upon hel
bosom. 1t was not her minature-it was
not yours.
She bushes when you take it in your
hand and look inquiripgly into her face
You feel a cold shudder in your heart
dark hand comes between your eyes and the
light-the golden chain which you hac
thrown out into the future falls from you1
hand-you lift the beautiful head from you1
bosom-let fall the little hand from youl
grasp-she is not yoau' Pauline
She will be your ,triend-will love with
the affection of sister-but you haze friends
you haze sisters; and the heart within
YOU yearns for a sweeter tie than these. All
Pauline is the name that came like flower
into your boyish heart long, long ago; and
that heart has 80 grown up around,it, thai
nothing but death can remove it.