Spirit of the age. [volume] (Woodstock, Vt.) 1845-1913, 1861-09-26

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the inventive uses Of necessity, Ransncking
tho pouches OF the robbers. she found the means
Of procuring light, and boldly entering the
cave, found lamp supplied with oil swinging
from the roof, which presently cast glare
through t'c gloom. The pace was supplied
with provisions and soon fire cracklcd in Il
corner Of the same She instantly prepared
some food. administered some wine to her pa.
tient. assisted him to tottcr into the cave, and
placed him on coach Of sweet fern, and again
dressed his wound watching him assduously
through the hours of the fever which supervened.
In fine, for three or four days, during which
he recovered his strcng'h--his wound now be-
cinng 10 cicntrce- she was enabled to help
him to the outskirts of the forest, where speedy
aid came 10 her SUMMONS. and both reached the
Castle of Berry Pomeroy in safety; thus put
ting an end 10 the painful suspense entertained
regarding her, and terminating the sharp and
unceasing search made for her, led by Lord
Berry in person. who had only been stunned by
the cowardIy blow he had received, and whose
fears and anxietes on her behalf were Of the
most lively description.
| Many days of convalascence and returning
health must now be supposed by the reader to
have taken place. ere Raby Copearde found
himself fully strong enough to bear his armour
again. And in the meantime, Lord Berry has
not touched upon the subject uf his late comics.
sion of love to her.
A broad.beaming full.orbed moon is pour
oN, ,,r,Or tho terra
the same walks the salpc cleaning mere and
slnmhering forest, as two forms walk once more
slowly down the avenues from the broad balus,
traded steps which led from the gardens into the
principal chambers of the castle. and softly
murmured the evening winds, and geusly fell
the feet of the promenaders on the sward ; the
one in white walking before with timid grace
the other following after with slow, martial
pace-his dark armor and demi harness clang.
inr about him as he followed closely behind.
The two were the Indy Genevieve and Sir
Raby Copelande of Champornoupe, Just heal
ed OF his grevous wound and carrying in his
hands, carecssIy the ladys lutte, just as pas
might carry it for his mistress; and his look
was sombre enough-just fitted to match the
pa!lor Of his fave.
Slowly they walked; softly, Whitley shone
the moon softly, swcety sung the ow-toned
winds among the trees; and then they came
into an open space where stone seats were placed,
and in beneath the sleeping shadow Of huge
oak there stood marble statuc-a grand stern
| figure, carved ont Of the massive s,one-of an
armed man; and there time they stood.
They paused, and for moment she placed
her arm. as if to rest herself, upon the base Of
the sculpture; while Raby Copelande, half.
chanting some iare old dity, was pouring ioto
her listening ears, with his improvisations words
that amounted 10 the folowing:-
All thoughts all delights aud passions (he
went on to say,) all tina; stirs within this NOR
tai frame are hut the ministr'tors Of lovc-he
fuel, as it were, which keeps the sacred fire
burning. Often in my waking dreams do
live over again those hours OF delicious pain
of 1evouring anguish--when lay, named and
helpless in the forest cave, and thy soft hand
was on my brow; when the silver moon.shine
fell through the trees, and was able to creep
to the cavern's mouth, and inhale the evening
breeze and thou vert there, o Geneveve, be-
side mel
Yes murmured Geuevieve, absently, i was
there but what Of that 2
And knew not--deramt not with what fierce
and passionate fervor this man loved thee
d DIST not think for moment OF the mingled
dread and delight with which he regarded
thee 2
No, never; not for moment she rejoined.
And for ten years this feeling had grown
and gathered about my heart for you contn-
ucd Rahy. who. now that his lips were unseal.
"A ,oc,roJ for II, bnor1oI thonnl,
it were the outguShing Of a bubhling we'll
For ten years have | cherished the feeling
that was reying upon me- | bore your colors
in the 6crcest ight, ard you knew it not
though my brave old chief, Lord Beriy's faith
cr, oughingly said to me, as We went into the
charge Raby, thou hast changed my crest
for anothers co!ors, and swear It's my niece
Genevieve's scarfn And soiodeed i, was
i missed none,' said Genevievc.
That might be- but had one woven like to
your own, and one day changed them
/ recol'ecl,' said Genevieve, with smile and
blush, that one day had a misgving about
my scnrf, aud that thought it newer and then
thought nothing more Of the matter
Il would | were wounded agaiu--in the cav
ern agan-in the hands of the murderous men
so thou vert by me with thy wondrous touch.
and thy magical voice Genevieye, love thee
- heaven can tell how truly! l am knlghtly
soldier. without a rood Of land but, an thou
wilt, I'll carve myself barony yet, and at the
point Of lance gain that which, to this hour,
had never a charm for me
And none for me, said Genevieve. Il have
no heart for ambition, and | think / am not
merceaary.'
i am mercenary from this moment said
CoreIande, with "a frightening color on his
brown, manly face; for thou, my love, art con-
cerned in it,
'RAby Copcande,' she said. in tone distinct
yet low. with her fearless, honest eyes turned
full upon him, and looking into his very heart
-'Raby Copc,andc, dos' thou truly love me ?
Had he been the man Of marble standing on
the pedestal by his side, he would have been
reused into immediate and active life by her