St. Mary's beacon. [volume] (Leonard Town, Md.) 1845-1863, 1862-05-01

MATS sArbor and dream of sky that
was bIler than that unrolled above me,
and aenye that was brighter than any
that esEr found way within those cold
stone Wits.
| bad q .ther or mother. Far back
as d{l1 Remember, there came no
vision sdDheck, gentle face, CT moist,
loving 6ess or warm caress Of love !;
and Wien asked my aunt how long it
had bcs,l since they died. she would say,
in an aFent md Of way-"Oh, long
''s'i z sTj5M l,|s',-sgsAs.sd -
|sxsI feaps Or csaset the bHs,1
"a .sss hsssat Sssr ff the sweesiess flowers. ~
''And the days wen, out, and the days came in
Az ever they come and 60,
Wearing robe of summer green, or q mantle
ofwinIer sno~.'
I must go to school, they said; and
when | was dozen years old, there
was a great trunk filed with l didn't
know what; and l was put into the
coach, wondering why the tears swelled
up into my aunt's eyes: for [ didn't cry.
then. | learned that at school, where |
learned many other things, some well
enough in their way-somc, it had been
better fr NE had never known.
There were strange looks and covert
smiles mt the old-fashioncd dresses, that
| didn't understand !hen. The old
fashioned dresses were worn ou.
after a while-but the friendships that
were not offered when | Esre them,
were not accepted when | wore others
of more modern style; and | saw the
end of the days of my boarding school
life without having sought or won a
single friend. My uncle came for me,
then; he came with bowed form and
Grape on his hat, and took my hand ill
his very tremblingly. as the tears, one
after another, tricklcd down his furrowcd
face.
"She is gone, Myra--gone; and We arc
alonc-all alone"
"Who uncle -
Your aunt Up yonder. Myra"
And he pointed where white, ghostly
clouds were sailing over the far-oli sky,
Dead, uncle! Aunt dead =
mo, not dead, Myra-not dead only
gone with the pale boatman over the
hrid d5cless river; only gone to a land of
tairer skies and purer love than this-to u
land where the flowers never close and Tie
summer is forever"
That was the land of my dreams Was
it true that | should not sec the land of
my longing with these earthly eyes ? Was
it only in heaven that peace and sunshine
ever fingered? ?
1--WE will go to Brighton, Myra; l
can't stay in the old house when she isn't
there. She was my first love, Myra-the
one love of my life; and feel now that,
i'll our devotion to each other, we were
hardly just to you. We have loved you,
Myra; but somehoya4fsel that Your lit
tie joys and sorrows waws not-as they
should have becn--a part 4fpur Care |
had not felt, until now. hotlharIpt was,
to De alone" ~ Nyfs O. M
l took his hand in both mine, and wvbt:
| hardly knew why. had never loved
my aunt; had never loved any one, for
no one had ever asked Inc to but the low
words OF sorrow were so much the echo of
my own soul. in its long quest for sympa-
thy, that the tears would Come. Poor
uncle Warren His heart was much wi
der and more tender than | had thought
it; but had never crept within, it, for |
never knew there was any room for me-
But might | not, now? Night 2 not al
most fill the place that aunt Warren had
filled :? 1t might have been so, : had he
been left with us; but when the city
spires were all that rose against the arch
ing blue of the Sky. again came tho boat
man pale, and rowed MIN away through
the unseen waters
l had yet an aunt-thc last Of ny kim
dred-and to her care L was lcfs. Gay
guests were ever In the rooms; for my
aunt was wealthy, and my cousins beauti-
ful !; and | used to sit a.onc in tie Shadow
OF the curtains, wishing for just one 10 love
me. AS The unfolding of heavenly fow-
CIR comes the memory Of june day when
Il hladsome man knclt at my feet and cal
led me bGautiful-knult and asked lac 10
love him.
What answer should | make him?
did not know; but babe him e. away
then, and coluc again Oh the MORROW
When the last echo of his footsteps
had lied away, ran UP IL my listlc room
locked ont every thing but the sunshine,
and sat down to think.
And he had stopped TO call nae bcauli-
full he, the noble. tbs gifted. And |
stood by the u.irrsr, au4 put back the
curls Of midnight hair, and gazel long
and searclingly at the face that NC, me
There was pair Of dark, flashing eyes:
a white face, that no wills co4.L tau into
IA rosehuc; lips a little too fu!! TO be
h.ushty; and !. l!ass uf | .acL hair, TIL