Shreveport daily news., 1861-06-20

A PATHETIC TALE.
CONTINUED.

1t was in the middle of September.
The harvest had been some time
reaped, and the orchards, for which
jersey is so famed, resounded with
tho jocund laugh of the young viii
iage's, employed in gathering the
abundant produce. I wandered as
far al Mount Orgneil, and from the
ramparts Oft that ancient fortress, spent
an hour in gazing on the French
coast, which is visible almost from
Cape de la Hogue to Mount St. Mich
ell The rockstrewn channel that
intervenes, was covered with break
ers, and saw that the French boat
men had sound reasons for declining
to put to sea in such adverse weather.
1 thought Of Alice-my dying Alice
and wished for the wings Of bird
to bear me like an arrow across the
foamy strait.
Near Mount Orgueil-half buried
among leaves and blossoms-is q
humble village church-the church
of Granville. Groves of richly folia.
ged trees embower it, and in the
summer the smiling parsonage is
literally covered with the fragrant
parastical plants that climb its walls,
and wreath round even it's highest
lsttices. l paused At the white gate
that opens into the small burning
ground, and gazed listlessly at the
head stones that crowded it. The
vicissitudes of my life passed in
brief review before me. Here after a
combat of fifteen years with the world.
1 stood q solitary. man. Ny whole
youth had been spent in exile-my
knowledge of happiness was limited
to the suavity Of a barrack-room and
the trmoil of a CAMP. The friends
OF my younger years-saving you,
departed. Some had
fallen in battle by my side-some
The yellow plauge had smitten in
Onr canvass-homes-some had pined
and died in captivity-and a few, a
very few, had forgotten me in the
sunshine Of our paternal hearths.
had gained some distinction in nv
profession, but who was left to take
pride in my honors No one, save
Alice, and she too was on the eve
If being called away. Ny, heart
grew sad even unto death.
I was reused from my moralizins
mood by the sound OF wheels, and a i
small travelling car drove up to the
gate at which / was stationed. It'll
vas occupied by two females-one a
grave benevolent-looking- g-matron-
he other, one Of those syrphid Wis
ons Of feminine beauty, that linser
IN earth but for brief season, and
hen pass away for ever into the
;rave. She was pale-very pale
'ut it was the paleness of perfect
oveliness-that purity Of complex
on, which belongs not to earth but
o heaven. The young eloquent !
'lood was visible in everys vein that
her polished forehead and |
here was a gentle fire in her dark
'lue eyes. and smile Of innocent
neekness on her lips, that might +,
lave become seraph. il
The car was attended by coarse
ooking hind, and politeness required +,
ne to assist the ladies' to alight-for s
uch ! perceived to be their inten- {
ion. They frankly accepted Of my Z,
ervices, and I soon learned that e
heir object was to visit grave in
emetry. I further took upon me &
o find it out. The task was not a l
ifheult one, and the elder lady knelt /
own upon the green tumnlns in ST. t
snt prayer. gathered that it was t
ne grave Of daughter who had i
cen torn from wide circle offriends, o
t the very moment when fortune b
he'd its best blessings around her. h
he pale girl wept when she saw her
ompanion weep-wept, it may be, 8
t the certainty Of her own approach Is