Spirit of the age. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1849-1865, 1859-06-08

the world ask mores And Ella Aire pass
ed from childhood to beautiful womanhoodI
with thoughts like these, and of course fer
actions were prompted by these reflections.
She might have been, with proper cultiva-
tion, true and earnest woman, instead OF
belle.
"Lizzie,"' she said to me one day, preyi-
Gus to her bridal day, aYou have never
seen Eugene. | do so want yOn to see
him. He is noble and handsome"
"Good, too, hope, dear Ella"
81 really do not know, but think he |
is, he is SO Intellectual ! / wonder he ever
fancied me, but love him, Lizzie, and I
guess we will be very happy"
81 truly hope you may be. With true
love much Of life's darkness will be changed
to sunlight. Shadows gather around us at
every step. Night will come at the close
of most beautiful day. You must ex-
poet some thorns, dear Ella, where roses
bloom SO beautifully. Suppose with your
true love blessing his heart, Eugene should
forget you"
30 l could not live without his love-
Never would trust any, should he prove
false" "Do you doubt him 2"
"No, indeed. Yet had a friend, fair
young friend, as young, as fair as you,
and she gave the first warm love of her
heart to one who whispered loving words
to her, and he forgot the gentle friend Of
his heart"
"And did she die?"
"Long years she blessed the hearts of her
friends, living forgetful of her own break
ing heart, and then she sank into an early
tomb. saw her as she gently bade adieu
to life, looking upward to higher and no.
bier life. l tell you not that you may feel
sad, but that you may appreciate the hap
piness which has gathered around you from
your earliest years, and be thankful to Him
who is the Author of it."
81 will try, Lizzie, to be grateful, but
what became of him, the one your friend
| loved so WELL"
II do not know" l replied. II never
| saw him and do not know his name. On
her dying bed she told me and did not tell
| his name"
81 thought of showing her his miniature,
but did not, and I am glad now that did
! not"
Thoughtfulness rested on my friends
Il brow that day. | was glad of it. Serious
ness should be felt at such time
Eugene. Selden came. With crimson
bushes Ella came to lead me to the parlor
whereI beheld tall and remarkably hand
!, some man. His brilliant eyes sparklec
. with admiration as he gazed on his aft
2 anced bride. l read the impress of no
} bic mind written on his intellectual brow
0 aud too wondered why he had loved Ell
la, not that she was not lovely, but b
e surely knew that her mind had been neg
). lected, and her education was Detective
5 Would she answer back the high and nc
y bic aspirations of cultivated intellect2
o mentally asked, as on that beautiful afte,
y noon they sat and talked of days of pas
l. brightness, and the hope of future Joys
1t He was brilliant in conversation, eegar
d in his every action, and before the evenin
or passed away was his friend. His feature
er seemed familiar, | could no. tell why.
h have seen him before, it must be So bu
st where, | said; far back into past memori
ID sought Tor him among friends long know
#. but could not recall distinctly anythir
es respecting him, but the impression w
III COuIU uOG SHAKE IL OH.
re The wedding party was brilliant on
as and all seemed gay as heart could WISH
in The Minister joined in one those two your
rt beings, who seemed to live only for ea
of other, and as he asked if any knew al
W. just cause why they should not be unite
ng | saw Eugene's eyes fall, palor spre
re over his face, that few minutes before
b. fected only Joy, and sadness seemed
darken his handsome features, and Just th
there was something in his expression th
e's revealed the truth to me. He was Chr
ID. tine Clair.s only love. The resemblan
rs was perfect. Why had not seen it |
I'd. fore. Years had only made him still I
he bier in appearance. thought no longer
as the two present, but of the oNly grave L
ht, der the green willow in the sweet little ,
he lage loved, and of the lovely sleeper re
de ing there in the stiffness of death.
re, What would the future prove2 Co,
he be guilty Of trifing with the affectio
INT of one so good and true as was Christi
nd Clair. The vow was breathed, the GRO
be came congratulating them, too imprint
es- kiss on her pure white brow, and a
wished her JOY with my lips, my heart s.
cd. forth for her prayer that the future mi.
my be bright and beautiful, prayer N
lee earnest because breathed forth in fear.
ter Party succeeded party, and amid
md beautiful and gaJ, Eugene Selden and
an lovely bride seemed the centre of attr
ok ton. And then they went to the bea
ow- ful mansion which Elias father had ei
led, to her. 1t was situated few miles Fl
INT the stately residence of her mother, bes
ure a noble river. The tall oak cast its pl
zed ant shadows over it. The fairest flow
viii of earth lent their beauty to adorn Il
'ept fairy-like home. Purling brooks, mi
will ture waterfalls, and fountains of cry
'on- water, refreshed the eye of the trayele
t. he paused to gaze on its beauty, and n
who mur to himself that happiness must su
luti- dwell where all was so fair and lovely
n.y." Years after the bridal of nv friend I
rom ted her again in her beautiful hom
her Wealth and taste had evidently unite
4vor, render their residence attractive Y
cred beheld not the same joyous heart
her three years previous had seemed so ha
llec- Ella Aire was still beautiful, but the ,
rs of bloomed not SO brightly; and in her
t in there was restlessness, light which 81
fair not there in her sunniest hours. /
over upon her heart shadows were steal;no