Smyrna times., 1862-04-24

ing, &" What q fool TO be so hashful about such
an every day and commonplace occurrence!
But md that the greatest men are nonplussed
on such OccaslOns-aDd that there is nothing
that men do Sc awkwardly, and at no time are
they less confident and bold than when they
are saying, or trying TO say, what is mans
highest privilege to say, and womAa's dearest
right TO hear. | wonder that so many get
along as we'll as they do, and that the old story
of love has been repeated for six thousand
years, and has never yet lost its freshness.
" Clara," said |, once more, and the name ling
cred upon my lips and echoed IN my ears Ikr
the strains OF some sweet beguUlng pc. .oCN, icr
there is no name SO full of music, rof sound us
sweet, as the name Ot one we love Aud saw
the faint plnb upon her cheek deepen Intn
toll red. and she turned away her head sud
rested her tace upon her hand, for she knew
was looking at her, and, in fact, could not
help thinking how cunningly the little lace
frlIl encitcled Ter gently curving neck, and
how lovingly the golden bracelets clasped her
fair round arms, and how the rings sparkled
upon the send ar little fingers that wore pressed
against her c1eek, and how becoming the belt
that encIrcled her slender waist. And
thought how much bStter a black bruadcloth
sleeve would contrast with her blue silk dress,
and how much better my arm would serve the
purpose of the crimson belt. And on expert
ment | fousd 1 was right. Thus, with one
ha nd clasped in hers and one arm folded around
her waist | sat by her side 10 the dim twilight /;
but the words that my heart said, and my
tongue wanted TO say, were as yet unspoken
Fast and quietly the moments sped onward,
and the old clock on the stairs reminded me.
alas! too often OF their rapid flight. L" Clara :"
sad |, once m1re, very slowly and quietly, aud
bent forward to whisper in her ear how /
when suddenly she turned, and by some strange
coincidence our lips met. Just then the ha
vest moon rose full and clear over the hills and
bathed the quiet valley in it's mellow lustre,
and shining through the arching trees over
! head, spread its net work of shade and SHINE
over the green lawn, the ived cottage, aud
upon two head very close together in certain
wIudow of that cottage. What a bright
moonlight night" said |, quite coolly, and II
quite a matter. of fact way, as Clara's little
brother Fred burst into the room with his Ia rye
boots aud proiigous hunk" Of gingerbread
and inquired, in his knowing way-hOw trou
blesome girl'H little brothers are sometimes =
"Wkat are you and Robert doing here, Clara =
| think it wou have been hard for either Of u
to have answered his question but as sh
turned away from the window | caught th
glimmor OF a tear.drop in her joyful eye.
Many years have passed since this happened
and yet the summer of our youthful love ha
aOt yet flown. nor its romance departed, fs
fbis very evening we sat together by the sam
old window aud looked upon the same old land
scape. The Hame dear head rested upon m
shoulder; my arm encircled the same dea
waist. Years have but ripened the bloom upo
, the fair cheek, and womsnhOod has but deep
ensd the blueness Of the same deep, Iende
eyes, and ripened the fulness Of the cherr
lips that but just now murmered, with kis
the words that tried TO say long years ago
/ "I love you