Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1860-08-30


Mr.. Monckton allowed the young Herbert
to wander as his mood called him. Now
in Verona, where he would stop with Juliet
at the Masque;' now in Venice, rising
with her train of proud towers; now at $50
Der, learned Padua'- now Genoa, sthe city
of palaces He would 'see Naples and die,
and Rome, 'the Niobe of nations-child.
less and crownless,' and Florence with its
laughing climate, none so fair-without !;
within, enchantment.' Here he would
rest and study the dust which is in itself an
Immortality But first he would dream in
the valley of Arno its garden depths, its
rock grottoes, dim and cool-its hedges of
acacias and laurels, its shaded avenues,
their leafy labyriuths, fitting reatreat for the
'loving and beloved, or mounted upon a
superb steed-for he was accomplished in
the noble art of horsemanship-he would
ride through the green aisled forests, peo-
pied with the grace and the chivalry of flow.
ers, his gay charger keeping time in proud
prarcing, to the music of the Cascine.
His air and handsome face, with his
graceful figure and rich dress, soon attract.
ed the attention of many soft dimpled and
rosy beauty, as they rode along in their
open carriages, and in many a mute airta-
tiou did the susceptible youth engage. An
airy kiss tossed from the tips of lovely
hands, answered by a boquet of marvellous
beauty and fragrance, cleverly thrown in
the lap of the owner of that loving gesture,
or graceful bow returned by smile Of
coquet5sh sweetness, was quite food enough
for many a twilight dream, till capricious
fancy would invent new inamorata, with
loves fabulous charms.
One evening be had fingered longer than
usual, viewing the brilliant and gay pano.
rama. The sun had sunk behind the snow.
capped mountains, but the twilight was
gorgeously light. Clouds of gold were piled
in a armament of glory, and the soft clear
light of that exquisite ohalf.tone which he
so loved in Claud Lorraine, was shed over
tree and flower. The beauty of the lovely
Floreptines, by this heavenly light, was
enriched to a soft voluptuousuess, subdued
to dreamy grace, perfectly bewildering.-
While his heart was bounding and glowing
under this scene of enchantment, sudden
fascination, a mysterious influence, caused
him to turn. Heavens, what picture =
Seated in pheaton, whose elegance, and
Iiveries of scarlet and gold of the servants,
indicated wealth and nobility, was lovely
girl. A girl-indeed child in rs-being
scarcely sixteen; but in all else, wonder.
Gus specimen of glowing womanhood. Her
glorious eyes, dark as the night, tender and
passionate, were fixed full upon him. Her
cheek, smooth and glowing, was warm with
the rich blood mantling its brunette sur
face. Her mouth was proudly, sweetly
full lips richly tinted and parted in
eager scrutiny. The wavy fold of her black
hair was wound in immense coils around
the small and beautiful shaped head, till,
as if weary of still brading, it fell in glossy
coils around the lovely neck; ; and Pbysche,
what figure! Full, voluptuous-the fal.
ling shoulders, the swelling bust, the round
symmetrical limbs, the dimpled hands, the
tiny feet, from every grace, from every
beauty, the warm Promethean fire, burning,
glowing in eloquent spells A robe Of Grim
son contrasted gorgeously with the warm
dark skin, and the rich black lace of the
falling mantilla, formed lovely net frame
for this glowing picture. She was bending
eagerly forward as his gaze met hers. The
rich blood mantled her cheeks to yet
more sunny hue, as in graceful gesture, she
tossed the usual kiss, and whispered ito.
morrow as the pheaton slowly passed on-
ward. He was tempted to play the spy up.
on the movements of this lovely stranger,
but his uice sense of honor forbade it, and
with every pulse quickened to warm excite.
ment, he hastened home to weave, with lov-
er's madness, many q dream of airy bliss
How impatieutly he waited for the morrow
again to meet the Hebe of his fancy. The
lettering twilight would never come-the
hour sacred to Characterization, beau.
tiful and fascinating! 1t came at last
Again the elegant phaeton rolled leisurely
along, aud scarcely awaiting the signal from
those melting eyes, he spurred his horse to
her side. Placing her finger on her lip in
a terror almost fierce, she signifed her dis
approval. Her head was quickly turned
a little note fluttered to the ground and
again the mysterious beauty left him
Snatching the tiny episte he hastily read
-sto-morrow.'
'Pshaw! he cried, Il am but the victim
of some practical JEST will think no more
of it,
But that little note would not rest so
quietly. Again and again he drew it forth,
to study the fair Italian hand that had
traced tomorrow, so tantalizingly.
WELL said he, at length, 'love aud
beauty beckon. If a jest, it is sweet one,
and l willing victim so once more my
Venus!
Another day, another twilight; again the
intoxicating circc, and again disappoint.
meut with the consolation of an exquisite
boquet with the mystical word tomorrow,
hid amid its fragrant leaves. The excite.
ment, the curiosity was almost maddeuiug,
and determined to be no longer foiled, he
indited warm and passionate protest a.
gainst farther cruelty. Tomorrow, was
the only answer, sighed from those warm
lips, as kissing it, she hid the letter in her
bosom. And now opened upon Herbert