The Emporia news. [volume] (Emporia, Kan.) 1859-1881, 1860-04-07

you sit there, and so you are ng queen, |
and you rule my whole life. Your little
hand points TO this hight. and I determine
to reach IL; il beckons nee away from this
path, and cannot enter it. Christina.
you are to be my good angel in this college
life, which everybody says Is so full of
temptations to evil
..No Charley, I have no power like this.
I can only love you, and that do and will.
Now let US co.
Zone moment-will you wear this ring
till take it off ? You are mine, remem-
Der, while it enriches your finger"
Perhaps mine hostess was thinking of
this, when I went down few evenings ago
for little chat, and found her sitting alone
in the freight, leaning her head upon her
hand. She does wear a ring. thought,
perhaps it was wrong suspicion, that she
gave little sigh before she turned round to
greet me. Perhaps she was thinking of the
frequent and long letters he used to send in
the years of absence, full of glowing des
criptions of the enchanted life, the new
fields into which study and reading were
constantly leading him, the noble hearted
friends with whom he come in contact, and,
best of all, bringing those words which she
treasured in her heart, and which sang to
her from week to week of a love fulfilling
her widest dreams. Perhaps she was hV-
ing over again those vacation-visits, so
short, but so filed with joy, when she
seemed borne into another life, and out of
which she came back sadly to that or ordi-
nary routine.
So the four years glded away, and again,
on an August afternoon, Kate, no longer a
school girl, had wandered to the woods.
Charles, who had been to the house, knew
well where to find her, for this little retreat
amid the evergreens on the banks of the
brook, which danced saucily through the
solemn shade, was one dear to each.
"Just where wanted to find you" he
exclaimed. Il have new poem to read
you I should not love poems half so
much, Kate, if did not love you, the
grandest Of all poems to me-
"You are a most delicate fiatterer-Queen
Elizabeth herself could not have demanded
more ardent praise than you choose to waste
here. You were always tolerably skillful.
but think you have cultivated the art with
success
"You arrant coquette, you know am
not fattering you. You know l never speak
to you a word which do not mean. You
know, as well as I, how love for you has
deepened my whole nature and opened to
me fountains of beauty which must ever
have been sealed without it. You are my
teacher in all that is true and pure and high.
Ny four years of college life are now ended.
and / have not lost my heart among the
beautiful ladies / have met, because it was
long since anchored. Not once have /
wished TO drift away from my mornings. l
have seen those, who were more beautiful
fbon hrf how, vvar only tho nav trif4nPc |
of an hour I have met those who were
more talented, but plain and awkward and
absent minded and sometimes sadly egotist-
ical. From all these my thoughts have
turned away to my peerless Green Noun
tain girl, my one, perfect, symmetrical wo-
man, in whom all excellencies, which find
singIy in others, meet. And when I bring
words like these from the depths of my
soul, you are not to call them 6attery. A
man has as much right to speak his own
earnest words of praise as of blame; and
this with all your pride you never refuse"
Eyes, for always know reproof to be
sincere; of praise have learned to be dis |
:rustful; gentlemen feel it necessary to be
so lavish of compliments in conversing
with lady. never talk two minutes with
one of your sex in our social gatherings
without Impotence and disgust at the uni
versal assumption that women will listen to
none but honeyed words. Yet I know you
are right: love has claim to trust, whatev
er message it brings-I do trust you in all
you say and do. But what is the poem ?
Is not this charming place for it? We
will have an accompaniment to your voice
in bird song and leaf-murmur. Poets shold
be read, it seems to me, where their songs
MIGHT most easily spring life"
81 have brought you Tennyson's Prin-
cess, charming thing, just suited to the
times. A princess. longing for higher
intellectual and moral life for herself and
her SEX gains palace from her father and
POUNDS kind of college for women, into
which no man may enter except under pen
atty of death. A lover, to whom in infan-
cy she has been betrotbed. with few friends. |
enters the charmed circle in woman's dis
guise, and mingles with the pupils who sit
beneath her teachings. By the careless
ness of one of the members, they are be-
trayed, and take flight. Of course the prin
cess, who has renounced all love In her zeal
for the promotion of the woman's cause, is
no more disposed 10 favor the suit of the
prince. Finally, it is proposed to settle the
question by combat, and the prince and his
attendants take the field, before the palace,
against the stalwart brothers of the irwin
chile fair A sad scene of bloodshed fol-
lows. and the princess. releating. bids them
bear the. wounded into her halls that they
may be cared for by herself and msidens.
She devotes time and skill to the wounded
prince, and while for long time he fingers
between life and death. her woman's heart
is softened toward him, and in the new
light pouring into the soul she learns that
life becomes grandest by following the
promptings of the heart rather than the
head
..The idea of the poem is a grand one.