Montgomery County sentinel. [volume] (Rockville, Md.) 1855-1974, 1861-03-08
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CARRIE ARMAND.


Think not beloved time can break
The spell around ussast
Or absence from my bosom take
The memory of the past
My love Is not that silver mist
From summer blooms by sunbeams kissed,
10 fugitives too fast;
A tadeless flower itstlll retains,
The brightness to its earlier stains.
How shall | describe thee, Carrie Ar
mand? Beautiful, bewtchingly beauti-
full thou art, with thy soft beautiful eyes,
and golden curls, clustering round face
of angelic beauty. Beautiful creature !?
who can describe that living intelligence
that compels the beholder to look to re-
collect even the doy-dreams. And in
distant lands to see thee in the visions of
the night? To wake and fnd thee gone,
though fixed forever in memory.
Sweet Carrie Armand thou art being
to worship and to love. There is dreamy
sweetness in thy countenance-a mystic
ry in the profound sensiblity of Thy ma.
ture, that fascinates beyond measure.
Art thou gay. thy beautiful eyes are
filed with brightness thy lovely couuto-
nance becomes radiant with smiles thy
thrilling voice is turned to lightest mirth,
while the gladness that fills thy heart
overaows, as does light from the sun, i'm
parting to all its genial warmth Truly
thou art the Lily Of Avondale, thy bright
valley home and never fairer lilly lifted
its sweet head beside meandcring stream,
or in secluded glen. Come with me to
the shade Of that old forest that waves
its leafy boughs in the summer breezes
Leaning agaius; the huge trunk of a
towering sycamore is Carrie Armand -
The playful zephyrs are nesting amid
her soft curls and coquetting with the
wreath of bright autumn leaves that
bind them from off her brow.
Her white robe of heccy muslin falls
in graceful folds around form of the
most perfect symmetry, and straw hat
with its silken strings Of cerulean blue
hangs upon her check, and the beautiful
bouquet of wild flowers, she has gather
ed, is spangling the earth with a variety
Of soft, and lovely hues torn in appa-
rent Inconsistencies, by that fair hand
Before her stands young man Of some
three-and- twenty. He is possessed Of a
slight but elegant figure ; and there is a
world of melancholy beauty in that pale
face, with those dark lustrous eyes and
marble brow
One by one the delicate petals continue
falling to the ground.
" Why Carrie Why do you spoil
that exquisite boquct that YOU so care
fully culled ? May keep this, Carrie p
said the young man as he gathered the
torn and scattered leaves, and placed
them in bis boson
"Oh they are torn and faded You
shall have something prcttier," she re-
piled, taking from her hair white rose
bud half unfoldcd.
q viii look at this when alone, and
think of far loyelier flower" said hc
taking it and earnestlypressing the hand
that gave it, while those dark eyes beam
cd upon the young girl, with light so
eloquent with love and truth that his
heart beat with new and underlined emo
tons
lyon will not forget me entirely,
when | anu gone, Carrie :" said the
young man in sad tone
" Forget you, Earnest !" replied the
fair girl quickly; oh never"
Bless you. bless you for those words,
he answered. " But time flies, and the
long shadows of the trees tell me that
must depart"
4" So soon, Earnest said Carrie Ar
mand, sadly. But will you not some
times think Of Ayondale p
g And Of this, Carrie" interrupted.
her companion.
Yes; never shall forget the bliss
ful hours that / have passed ia this quiet
valley, and wherever 90 the vision of a
beauteous face will ever haunt me. j.
Farewell, Carrie"
He took her hand, held it between bis
own; and gazed earnestly upon that
sweet face aud downcast eyes.
I" Farewell" murmured the young
girl, in voice scarcely audible.
" Adieu, sweet Ayondale. Shall
never again listen to the music Of thy
purling streams, or linger beneath the
shade of these old trces?"
lie pressed the little hand feryently to
bis lips, and the next moment he was
gone.
Carrie Armand sunk down upon the
earth and burst into passionate food Of
tears
What cared she for The music Of the
birds; or the rustling Of the winds
around her? She without confessinp or
receiving the ayowal Of love that dwelt
10 the hearts Of both, Gone-pcrhaps
forever
The sun had long since sunk to rest
and the shades of night we're falling, ere
she rose from that damp earth, and pur-
sued her way homcward. Earnest was
gone; and her bright and blissful dream
was oycr
In The splendid dressing room Of a city
mansion are two young girls. One <
standing before the full-longth mirror
surveying her form attircd for evening
party. She is very beautiful. and there
is certain high-brcd air visible in every
movement OF her graceful person
Her robe Of pale blue velvet, with
its Jcrethc Of rich Brussels lace falling
around the sloping shoulders, is in adj
mirable keeping with her delicate lowell
ness; while thc diamonds that CLEAN
amid the braids VI her dask hair, upon