Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1859-05-12


Whenthe clear depths Of thy yet lucid sou
Were rufied with the troubings Of strange JOY,
As If some unseen visitant from heaven
Touched the calm lake, and wreathed Its images
In sparkling wavesI Recall the dnlyins hope
That on the margin OF assurance tremoed,
As both to lose In certainty too blessd,
1is happy being taste IN thought again. -. :-'-
or the stolen sweetness of those evening walks
The first kiss turn around towards the past
that your heart may drink in the blessedness OF
the exquisite memory; and if the Intervening
darkness has not chilled out the manlinsss Of your
nature, your heart will thrill at the recollection.
Are you a woman? Turn to the heart record
and read. Very many years ago yoa accidently
saw, and became acquainted with Eugene he
was young, splendidly educated and exceedingly
handsome; and as you looked upon him you were
conscious of unutterable yearnings. The moreyou
saw of him, so much the more did your young heart
entwine is tendrils around him. But you were.a
lady-had been accustomed all your life to con-
form to the rules and requirements of what the
world calls propriety; so you quieted the Wild
pulsations of your heart-set guard before the
door of your lps-schooled and sobered down the
quivering iip-hid the love-light of the eye, and
met him with an air of cold, pulseless formaty.
Eugene bowed politely as he entered the draw
ing room-you courtised ever SO gracefully as you
requested him to be seated The everlasting sub
ject, 1.-THE state Of the weatber) was duly discus
sed-the local news communicated-the merits Of
the last concert considered Then, perhaps, there
came lull in the Conversations long, painful
pause. He involuntarily sighed-you blushed,
He was q well-bred gentleman, and knew that it
was impolite to remain silent; so he made some
remark about the last new novel, which you glad
ly caught up, and entered into long discussion
about the propriety of reading works Of an iulagi-
nary character.
The little clock upon the mantle chimed eleven
he quickly arose-stammered out an apology,
and nervously seized his hat. Politeness requir-
ed that you should smilingly assure him, that
your clock was rather fast but he knsw too much
Of the rules of etiquette to resume his seat
1t would not have been exactly right to allow
him to take your hand; 80 you gracefully court
sled, he bowed and moment after, you could
leur CHe SCuO VI ulS lOUuUu uPUu otooo
pavement before the door. He was gone.
As you listened to the measured tread of his
retreating footsteps an inde6nabi sensation swept
over your heart and rushed through your SOUL
Silently you gazed upward to the star-illumined
skies but their light was cold and cheerless.-
Silently you glided out of the drawing room and
tip .toed upon the earpsted staircase; and as You
entered your chamber, and noiselessly turned the
key in the lock, the poor heart within your bosom
futtered like an imprisoned dove. Don't you're
member how his name seemed to shine out upon
the page of your Bible?-how his image fitted
before your minds eye even when on your knees
Don't you remember how you buried your face in
the pillow, and without knowing why, wept as if
your heart would break?
And Eugene-what did he do?-how did he
feel that beau tiful night? How does the dove
feel as the eagle throws the dark shadow Of his
wings upon her nesthngs' How fsels the sinking
mariner in sight of his cabin on the shore? How
feels the mother, as her child gathers flowers up
on the precipce?
Weeks passed away before you saw Eugene a.
gain, and then he yentured to ask you to take
walk with him. 1t was such a beautiful evening,
that be could not help stopping as he was passing
the house) to ascertain if the ladies would not be
pleased to accompany him in hslf.bour's walk.
Poor fellow /! he purposey left his residence to
have you walk with him. He had no idea Of
passinq the house at all; and instead of the lads,
society, it was yours only yours, that his heart
painted after.
You went with him-he walked silently beside
you for time There were some repairs going
on at the corner building; and as several loose
bricks were about the pavement, it became abso-
lutely necessary that he should offer you his arm.
Both of you complained Of the carelessness ofthe
workmen in thus leaving distractions upon the
side walk; but in your innermost heart you
thanked God that you had walked. in that direc-
ton. Somehow or other, your hand continued to
remain upon his arm long after the distractions
we're passed. or other, you fancied that
he drew you closer to bis side, and yet the idea
was rather pleasant than otherwise. It was grow
ing late-the moon was silently sinking in the billy
west-the streets were deserted, and the holyquiet
of night was coming down upon the world, but
somehow or other you walked ever so slowl y-ever
so silently. Don't you remember how your heart
throbbedas he bade you 'good night" so tenderly?
Don't you remember how he took your hand in his
and pressed it, until it seemed as though the life
blood would rush from your very heart if you
stood there moment longer?
All! with that fond pressure, something beau
tiful as heaven, as blessed as dreams, came into
your woman heart. Something that made you
sing, as you ascended the stairs-something that
made you look ever so long to the beautiful stars
"shinlng in order like a living hymn
Written in Light"
Did that lowly spoken "good night mean moth
ing2 Did that silent pressure Of your hand in
innate nothing going on in Eugene's heart? Veri-
ly, the sweet memory thereof sung Hike bird in
your bosom all the live-long night!-verily' the
dreams begotten by the recollection were beauti-
full as heaven! Why did the little flower garden
look so exquisitely beautiful the next morning ?
Why floated out upon the morning air fragrance
sweeter than that which blessed the raVished
senses of the dwellers in Eden? Why did the keys
of your piano give birth to such delightful touch
es of melody? Why did the long, long day seem
longer than ever ?-and why was it, that the sun
fingered ever so long in the western horizon as
tbonob the wing of Night would never gather his