Smyrna times., 1861-03-14
A Married Mans Revery.
BY BARRY GRAY.

The twilight out of doors has faded, darkness
has gathered around, and night has come. The
wind also has ceased, and no longer hear its
sad or fierce murmurs. The air, too, has grown
chlIlier, so | nestle more deeply into my coy
chair, and look upward.
There is roster tinge in the light upon the
ceiling it is broader and brighter, too, than
at first, and in this particular, muse |, does it
resemble love. Love grows day by day, filling
the heart with brighter, warmer feelings. 1t
does not, as some would have US believe. ex.
pand to its full glory in a second but little by
little, mole and more, il increases. Some new
and amiable trait of character of the beloved
one will suddenly appear; a smile instead of a
frown given to querulous child; silver mite
dropped into the open palm of a sUppliant; a
kind word for the sad hearted; gentle smooth
ing OF the pillow for The sick, or firm hand
put forth TO assist the old and infirm. Small
thugs these. perhaps, in themselves, but great
when placed in the balance that weighs hearts;
and that sweet trait, hitherto unknown, will
make our bosom throb with Joy, and we will
feel our love for the dear one is increased by
it. ...
And so, said l, the glance glidss impercepti-
by into
THE SMILE ON THE LIPS.
Who that has ever looked upon RaphaePs
Madonna, but has marked the loving smile that
plays around her mouth There it is-there it
will ever remain-the sweetest expression of
her tace-the smile Of mother over her in.
FAINT boy! Who that has seen Sir Thomas
Lawrence's portraits, out has been attracted
toward those faces of beauty by the cOquettish
smiles that hover over them! they linger
round the lips. they light up the eyes and cast
halo OF serenity over the countenance. The
smile of living face, says the poet is better
than splendor that fadeth quickly. And am
musing now, though many years have fled
since then, of one sweet smile that in a SUM-
msr evening broke upon me.
| do not know why that smile should Iinger
longer in my memory than any other. l,
doubtless, have seen graver smiles and more
pensive ones: smiles of scorn and of anger !;
smiles which wreathed the lips, and those
which stirred the heart; yet the memory of
them has passed away. But have ever seen,
l ask myself, a more loving, trusting smile
than that which moved the depths of nv soul
that tranquil eve! pause. | cannot remem-
Der that | ever have. do not recall what
had been saying that called forth that smile !;
perhaps had been telling pleasant tale, or
whispering a sweet dream but whatever it
might have been, have now forgotten it. II
came across the cslmness of her face like gold
and crimson clouds at sunset across beautiful
sky.
muse of thIt evening of summer. when the
moon Is shining above us-my fair friend and !
and we are rambling by It's light along a
pleasant path. The leaves of the old elm trees
that stood by the way, are tremulous though
no breeze stirs them. Yet do they seem muir.
muring love tales waited through the still
warm air, from the tall pines upon neighbor.
ing hilltop; The chirp of crickets comes OF
from the tangled grass OF the way side thC
/ songs of the katydIds-f0r autumn is drawing
nsar-are heard on our path, and afar in tbs
, meadow the tree.tOads are moaning aloud.
! But little of this do | heed; feel the sof
pressure of an arm; / catch the bright gla nee
= of an eye; breath tails upon my cheek and
lair face is turned uDwar I'd TO mine | am striy
/ to read that face; [ would know the thoughts
that are passing through her mind. Are AM
loving one given to me! But the moon gide
r so cOquettishly from cloud to cloud that / can
S not see the expression long enough to tell. A
: length we stop as weturn to retrace our step
: just as the moon energies from behind a heavl
8 cloud, and my gaze is fixed upon her face L
e mark the smile she gives me- and that smile
so fond, so true, tells me, as clearly as word
e could utter, that am beloved.
g care 30 longer what manner of night it i
y the moon may cast its light upon our way, o
q hide behind bank Of clsuds-tor all is brigh
y before me, and that smile of my sweet friend
s has brought light to my heart, fairer an
g brighter than ever moon can she'd But yet
d all that I" but yet''-how it creeps into GU
: iondest dreams!-but yet arises the fear, Tx
It the shadow of the cloud upon the earth, thS
= my hopes but mock themselves with vain in
d agnings, and strive, though all in vain, alas
=. to drive them from me. But sleep, gent
is sleep, brings me glad tidings, and my dream
N that night are very pleasant, for an angel bea
a ing the form of woman comes in the stillnes
10 and smiles above my couch.
4. On the morrow, the remembrance of tht
= smile bears with it joyous hops--a hope th
ct she may one day, out of that golden futu
" which we look forward to, be my own. You
ia ever hopeful, and thank my God earnest
that it is. Hope is the poIar-star by which v
re guide our wandering footsteps safely on o.
OF way. Ii is the sheet-anchor which holds
o. steadfast against the adverse winds and Gu
rents which else might turn US from the rigt
1t is the rainbow that follows after the storr
of life, and the Grace Darling to our sh
wrecked ambitions. r......