The southern aegis, and Harford County intelligencer. (Bel Air, Md.) 1862-1864, 1862-10-25

firmly ms if to stifle rising sigh
Dreaming - What tide of feeling
swept over her dropping soul for unwit-
tingly she had been, alas! only dreaming;
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GAS magic shell from ocean borne ,.., sf
Doth hoard the murmur of its coral waves
she turns aside to listen once again to
tones that have so much power to charm,
closely sealing the entrance to the one
great sorrow Of her heart. What has she
to grieve for The world deems hers an
enyious lot! Dame Fortune (fckle god
dessD bad showered cppious blessings upon
her. Kind parents cheered her earthly
path; a. father ever ready with strong
arm to shield from the worlds rough
wintry blast; mother with tender heart
to feel, and gentle hand TO soothe; and
was not Fred, St. Adams her first love
and only choice, her accepted and ac-
kuowledged sutton? Aye, but at mention
Of that name deathly pallor came over
the beautiful face and as at twilight
hour she sat thinking of future which
had been pictured to her in such bright
glowing colors, and Fred's merry voice
broke in upon her with, "Dreamiug, Win
ME ?-what wonder she endeavors to
stifie the rising sigh, as she gazed upon
that loved, form and thought---How can /
give thee up? How can bear to part !?
Boldly her faint heart repealed the first
murmurings against Fred-her Fred
whom she treasured as so noble and so
true. Twas whispered the glittering
wine-cup bound him with her syren smiles;
but an olden adage says, Glove is blind"
and what others deemed and knew was
the result of drinking too deeply of the
colored fountain, gentle Winnie attributed
to an overflow Of spirits naturally buoyant
and free; and yet tonight, as she en-
countered those deep dark eyes, their
brilliancy seemed not all called forth by
buoyancy and lightheartedness, but rather
and oh ! how she shrauk from the Bit
ter thought from excess of wild aud in
tense excitement. }.... ...... re,
10 demonstrate with Fred was vain
Once, and once only, bad the timid girl
found heart to plead with him !; aud then
the rash promise given, how had it been
kept! To-night's viyacity was proof ~
Yet there was no murmur; the worn
heart only shrank closer within its mar
row confines; the cheek grew paler, the
step more languid and weary.
Chill November, with its shrill blasts,
Its wintry SHOWS; but that night, of all
flights the dreariest. The angry north
wind whistled resentment and scoru, while
the dripping caves called forth lonely,
home,sick feeling. Within doors, how
ever, the fire burned checrily 10 the crate,
and close reclining on crimson couch is
the pale form OF Winnie. The tender
eye-lids are closed iu gentle slumbe,, while
tear, glistening like dew.drop on the
lily's cup, rests upon the long ringing
lashes., ~ .,. s,.s All. gs3 ,'-e;S
A slight tapping at the door disturbed
the sleeping form. Quick as thought
the colored nurse, who sat watching her
loved charge, hastens to obey the sum.
mons, but not until Winnie had arisen,
startled, from her, couch. What means
the hurried story, whispered so low that
she may not catch the faintest echo p
Her quick ear notes the commotion over
the household, and her bright eyes the
CONSERVATION written upon every face
Like lightning flashes, the truth comes
home to her. Be still, wild heart, and
cease thy throbbings! She. needed not
words to tell her that he who had been
almost life to her, was now forever lost
and gone Fred, the loved one, had met
with an untimely death, whilst returning
from q midnight carousal. bgaps sfai5gp
ussThen angel eyes With pity wept laaa+ tf
.ii,. When he whom virtue tan would save II,
! His sacred vow SO falsely kept,
AND strangely sought drunkard's grave
There Is grief which is. cen too deep
for tears, Not q sigh not q teari--but
like the tiinid fawn which is startled by.
the cracking boughs, Winnie wandered
through her oDce-loved home, signing
with uneasiness, as she dreamed Of the
time when her spirit should bask 10 ever
lasting sunshine in realms of bliss, where
partings are unknown. N9fsMstt /.
By the side ofthe babbliDg brook they,
laid Der, ip the early spripg-ti,ne; when
tho violets bloomed their brightest. Two
white stones mark her resting place one
bears carved upon its cold front dove
with wings half futtering, as though
anxious to bid adieu TO earthly scenes and
seek shelter midst the clouds; beneath
u the inscription s:"'Swssts Resi-, butt