The Carrollton sun. (City of Carrollton, Parish of Jefferson, La.) 185?-1???, 1860-10-06

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murmured, ssit cannot be. Thesmand-
date of my vengeful father and the de-
cree offate must be obeyed,'' and her
voice was as melodious as the tinkle Of
fractured cowbells far away down the
Scipio road. and low and sad as the last
moan ofa dying pollywog. "Talk not
| of obedience, thou beautiful and Icrael
one - he yelled, in voice Of speech-
less agony. 80, canst thou sit in th,y
cold majesty, like a frozen sausage
and see my aching heart going to
smash before thine eyes for mistaken
sense Of duty ~
s.See,'' said he, as his voice died
away to sad wall, like the howl of q
broken backed mastiff, and he dashed
from the mullen leaves near him drop
of pearly dew. 'sSee! Night herself
weeps with me, and mourns thy cruelty.
The maiden was appalled, at the sight
of his an nguislis he crimson tide which
dyed her cheek like q red bot holly
hook, tssticE and leftsit whittier than
cotton pillow-oase. She arose from
her seat dazzling in her resplendantI
beauty as u bright tin milk pan when
the midday beams ofthe glorious sun
are poured full upon it, and captiva-l
| ffting in Her. shadowy grace as yellow
lilly floating upon the 1impid waters Of
dry gooseSpond. She spoke, and the
stars of night stood still, the wind
ceased to moan among the leaves, and
the frogs were silent to listen.
'Rudolphus, beloved of my soul 3
| she said in a voice sweeter than the
syrup of New Orleans, s.thou knowest
that I love thee. My heart clings to
thee as the bean to its pole. Mine ears
know no music save thy voice, and my
lips no victuals but thy kisses with
out thee / famish-I die. But the picket
fence of duty surrounds me; it is stuck
full of cruel spikes, and / cannot sur
mount it. A last embrace, my heaven
ly one, and we part forever!"
"Bid me not depart" he roarel l, as
he clasped her to his breast, II will
meUer leave thee. Forty-seven savage
locomotives have not the power to tear
us from each others arms, | tell thee,
mine angel love, the thought of leav-
ing thee rends my soul-it maddens
met makes me rip and rave like a
frenzied Shanghai-it makes me below
like distracted bed-bug-it makes me
feel bad. I'm my desperation I would
tear up creation by the roots I would
fog the earthquake 1 would eat red
hot pokers! would drink up the ocean,
and then cast myself into the black and
surging pillows which roll at my feet :"
Seraphina burst into food Of tears.
| Their excessive emotion overcome
them, and they both swooned eway.
Again it WIS evening upon Rock
Creek again the cold moon looked
down upon a scene of exCrutidting VICE.
La dark, dismal, damp, gloomy,
ghostly castle, built of the unhewn
monarchs of the forest, upon a pile of
hay, lay the angelic Seraphina, the
victim of a fathers tyranny. Her lin
soy woolsey robes were torn and disar-
ranged; her lovely face soiled and
smutty; her rTsilvery curls dishcveled :;
her corban eyes as red as cromberried,
and swelled with wceping-but for all
this she lookedm moro beautiful than ever.
BY her side stood fagon of acidulated
buttermilk, and platter of hapjacks.
mo, no, "-she family muttered, push
ing the food away ''let themnot seek
to proIong my misery by offering me
tempting viands. / viii never eat more,
neeer."
just then q low, dolcful sound was
!. borne to her ear. She started. "Wast
it thou, Rudolphus ~ she cried. "Ah,
no, will not fattesAnyseIt with vain
/ hopes. Twas but the calf blcating to