Spirit of the age. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1849-1865, 1860-09-26
Original 4apus.
LU E E Y ES;
A LOVE TRAGEDY Of DINGLEY DELL.
1T II. LANSING BURROWS
Author OF The Heart Of Steel or the Inebriate
Daughter, Etc, Etc.
CHAPTER Y.


Author Of The Heart Of Steel or the Inebriate's
Daughter Etc, Etc.
CHAPTER v.
MISS CHARITY BUTTERFLY FORMS A VERY CHAR
TABLE IDEA.
Miss Fannie's project was cut short by the
incidents OF tlls :ast chapter, anasrs4gl slle
came quite TO herself she discovered the late
ness of the hour, and that il was past her |
usual hour for retiring, by much. So bidding |
her young cavalier farewell, while he stole
charming kiss from her rosy lips, she hast |
ened to the parsonage, and gained her cham
Der unnoticed
Miss Charity's tea was oversize could not |
eatl Poor lady her heart was in her mouth :
that very important organ Of the human sys-
ton consequently interfered with the stom-
athy functions lying IN the palate, and espe-
ally in the oesophagus. Miss Charity could
l.. eat Poor womanl alone, almost forsa-
ken, rapidly declining, why had Cupid cho-
sen her particular heart TO play his horrible
game upon for an unrecprocated love is, in
deed, more than horrible; on the other hand,
reciprocated love is, indeed more than any
adjective or adverb in the English language,
beautiful and perfect as it is has the means
to give an adequate conception Of What a
pity, and how queer it is, that no one can
coin new word to possibly give the feelings
Of love either terrible or delicious
But poor Miss Charity's case was desper-
ate-desperate in the most desperate sense
of the word. For who was the object in
whom she centred all her affections where
did he liver what was his namep what kind
of family was he connected with? "Well,"
she sighed very often in the course of an
hour, it would be my luck, if he should be
either baronet or a coal-heaveri" So Miss
Charity was forced to acknowledge within
herself that her case Sods desperate
Could Miss Charity eat neither could she
sleep9 True once she did doze, bat in few
minutes her servant girl was transfxed with
horror by her mistress screaming out, "Jane,
Jane, there's man in the roomr' Jane,
reused from pleasant slumbers, in no very
humble manner declared that there wasn't:
and at last Miss Charity settled down in the
feeble conviction that the ruthless intruder
was in her dream and not in the room.
The blessed, aye, more than blessed Sab
bath dawned upon the dale OF Dngley-or as
the vale in which orr little village stands
was termed-Dingley Dell What holy
day it was Miss Charity al ose very early,
and throwing open the shutter of her win
dow, gazed forth No one was stirring yet
The sun, ~-.y preparing 10 arise and drive
away the grey-clad warriors, placed as Aenti-
nels to guard the light, by the sleepy Au-
rora. The chandeliers raised their notes of
heraldry in variance with each other; the
horses and cows in the stable stood as statues,
awaiting the tardy approach of the h.
discarding ostler and the pretty milkmad -
The sky was cloudless, and the thousand
fragrances Of the field, with the thousand
melodies Of the woods, arose in unison above
the skies The clear azure contrasted beau
tifully with the radiant verdure of the field:
which girted the little dale. But Miss Char
ity's eyes rested not on these objects O
beauty. They were-strange, indeedl-fx
ed upon the little window OF the "Pig anC
Cupid over the way, whose green shutter,
were closed tight She gazed upon that win
dow-how long none could tell; but the SUI
had arisen, and the champing steeds of Phoe
bus were already rushing over the heavens
the ostler had "fed the osses, :" and the milk
maid had robbed her share of her lacteal prize
the rubicund Boniface, with his white apron
smiling countenance, and fat hands, wa
standing in the porch, awaiting the arriva
Of the London coach; bat what fascination s.
enwrapped Miss Charity's vision?
Now the street was, by no means, of tn
widest kind, and the noise of the village had
by no means, reached height which woul
have drowned any sounds emanating fror
the opposite side And so, while Miss Char
ity was engaged in gazing upon that window
voice was heard from that very window
which asserted that the weather was dry an
hot IN condemned point of view, and tn
next moment that very window was throw
wide open, revealing, to the spsechless hoi
ror Of the maiden lady, the picture of Nj
Fitzdoodle in his night-cap!
Miss Charitys window was shut in a n
very easy manner; vulgar person woul
have said that it was SlammedI
Ten o'clock came, and with it the SOUND
OF the little village church bell, from the Fl,
grant grove in the most retired spot of DIM
ley Dell. How sweet the vibrations! Ho
holy, indeed, the soundl The silver res
nance spread, like a sacred anthem, over IL
hearts of the villagers inspired by the sill
en- footballs as they came bounding throug
the air, their souls were lifted in an earne
devotion to the Throne of Grace, and the riC
mamma OF His favor was showered in plentif
measure, upon their hungry spirits No
through the fields and up the little lane can
the worshipperS. There were old men ther
upon whose brows the ruthless hand of Tir
had not been lightly laid, resting upon the
stout oaken stalls; whose forms were be
by the burden of years, but whose souls we
young, upright and vigorous; who could To-
back on life well spent in the cause q
service of all mankind; around whom We
clustered the offspring OF their children to blC
and cherish the life flame flickering in
grave. ve.socket There were pious motht
there, with high-minded fathers, slowly a
reverently vending their way to the villa
sanctuary, leading their little ones by
hand and teaching them to love, too, the
fant Saviour. There were lght-hearted gi
there, whose purity and unassuming beat
were the only jewels with which they W
adorned, whose gay hearts felt the love
their Maker which the warm and gush
spirit ever broods. There were joyous G.
dren there, with hearts as bounding as tn
1.-the forms, their happy footsteps hurry
them to the church of God outrvallng
beauty Of the fields, and the green wood
clearest OF skies, with voices sweeter Il
the p!umed warblers Of the forest, and W
hearts merrier than the gaudy butter
whose golden wings were bearing it swi
amid the humble field flowers and revel
in their sweets. And Fanny Blow, slo'
advancing up the carpeted lane with
young chevalier, Oliver Brantley was th
IN her beauty and modesty. Old men st
side as she entered the ivy. grown porch
towed blessing upon both the youtl