New Orleans daily crescent. [volume] ([New Orleans, La.]) 1851-1866, 1860-01-23
NJ 81 spININITIES s.
HIS ANN osE TIE
CRATER
ss oil Lore before thy glowing shrine

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thaorv that tho huInan heart i capable o. loving
MI s.ss hi raInting tho different divinities st
,.sa.a sb,;nes have kneit, and the character OF
the worship thsy inspired,
w;thaut further preliminary 4 viii simply state
81 faot. that awpke 10 susceptibility ~ female
;n5uence ii very early age, and experienced all
iii phases u d grand passion, when but eighteen
years Old.
Alb Fanny, You little charming witch Of widow,
know now that in the twelve months seclusion
which worldly dscorum required as due to the
memory Of the dear departed Brown, it was only
poas passes b temps, that your destinations We're
played OF on your boyish companion.
As mater 81 course she was older than myself
yes, by seven good years. but her bitterest enemy,
u the most acid-minded spnster, unless they had
previously investigated the family Bible, would
not have hazarded the suggestion that she was .
day my senior.
III q quiet country honie. tthat Of my grandpa
rents, and where she had come to board for the
summer months1 We were necessarily thrown mneh
together. and alnne, for my grandmother was
notal sEoasekeeper, and consequently, absorbed
I ID her domestic affairs, and my grandfather was
! his own overseer, and in the fields all day.
For several weeks after we thus become mem
beers Of the same household was quite shy Of her
presence in the first place because of the naaurass
haute Of incipient manhood and in the next, be-
cause very naturally supposed that one who wore
| such deep and profnse trimmings Of Grape on her
dresses, was enveloped in grief too profound to
admit Of any intrusion.
Fanny herself broke the ice, preparatory to the
establishment Of better acquaintance.
One beautiful morning, when the world was
dewey and fresh from its night Of sweet summer
repose SAT- after our early breakfast lounging on
the settee that stood on tho wide, old-fashioned
porch. the end of which was shaded by the inter
fwined wreaths Of a multifora rose and fragrant
English honeysuckle.
Tread bv snatches from some books of poems,
byron, suspect, for remember those were my
Byronic days, when liked to fancy that did not
Glove the world, nor the world love me, and yet
I'LL the appreciatiye within me was awake to the
sights and sounds Of delight that made up my rural
surroundings.
/ became conscious, although my back was to
her, that Fanny, or Mrs. Brown, as thought of her
then, was standing in the hall door and instantly
chose to believe that had intended to hurry
off in the cool of the morning to fish in neghbor
ing creek
Fate, however, intended that the finny tribe, so
far al was concerned, should for that day remain
in the tranquil depths of their native element.
"A few light footsteps and q slight rustling of
drapery gave me information that the little widow
was approaching, and a second after my breath
stopped as suddenly as if an unexpected shower
bath had been let loose on my devoted head for
she paused at the back of the settee and bending
over my shoulder until her fragrant breath came
warm upon my cheek, pretended to try see as
sne asAeu " Z 80 -
Y -. are sou 81 ayso, osu - e'oins' Iu"ihs
everything stsM naoA peiois ~, ahu ior tne
space y anomsn. '..nA @as 1oloundy lsho-
RANT as Y Wha' Y n s,'saseu = pefus'ng.
one aia ho1 sem " .i.iih u my siience,
nut reacnipg ~. " Whisss', piuMpest, most Pc
Wltemngly JUMPED manu- ''lal ever q fascinating
ssren q young NiuoS @as possessed q, she
poineea WIN one 'aper' sose-hppea hhgef, TO an
ihipassioheu passfse i'au AiaiAeu' ahu SAID
II Is not possipie you can ever nave realized Its
tru 1
Know ho1 Mha' auua1lsy ,ossessea me- Tor l
certalnis nah neset nisue ioSe y Mohlan before,
nut nan t1rneo, lieea my eyes 70 ners, ana re-
pheu-
never, un'il .ue pIeseh1 hiohieht.
y was enough fanny n.y. dreamed hIe INTO
sne sta1ue, ana SO aissf peFltsihg me 70 gaze Tor
piissini second lhto me heaven ol her dark plue
eyes. she turned away WIN some casual opserva-
ton about me beauty q the Weather.
the spell once broken, looked at her, and dis
covered she was me most peautiui woman had
ever seen.
scarcely q medium nignt, her inquire was
round ana ymmetrlcal,iaha Oh perfect grace OF
motion. her hands ana feet-Wel am free 70