Smyrna times., 1862-05-29

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"She is gone, Myra-gone and we are
alone-all alone I"
"Who, uncle v'
"YOur aunt. Up yonder, Myra."
And he pointed where white, ghOstly clouds
were sailing over the far-off sky.
Dead, uncle! Aunt Dead %
No, not dead, Myra-not dead only gone
with the pale boaIman over the brio Ec'es river;
only gone to land of farer skies aud purer
love than this-to a land where the flowers
never close and the summer is forever"
That was the land OF dreams. Was it true
that should not see the land of my longing
with these earthly eyesi Was it only in heav.
en- that peace and sunshine ever fingered!
1--WE will go to Brighton. Myra; can't
stay IN the old house when she isn't there.
She waa my first love. Myra-the one love of
my life; and feel now that, in our devotion
to each other, we were hardly just TO you.
We have loved you, Myra; but, somehow,
feel that your little joys aa4 so'rows were not
as they should have been-a part of our care
! had not felt, until now, how hard it was to be
! alone"
/ | took his hand 10 both mine, and wept, |
hardly knew why. | had never loved my
aunt; | lad never loved any one, for no one
lad ever asked me to; but the low words of
! sorrow we're so much The echo of my own soul,
/ IN It's long quest of sympathy, that the tears
would come. Poor uncle Warren! HIS heart
was much wider and more tender than had
thought il; but had never crept within II, for
/ never knew there any room 'nr ne. But
might'l not, now! Might not almost fiji rhr
place that aunt Warren had filled II might
have been so, had he been left with US; but
when the cry spires were all that rose against
the archlng blue Of the SKY, again came the
bOatman pale, and rOwed HIM away through
! The unseen waters.
had yet an aunt-the last of my kindred
and to her care was left. Gay guests were
ever IN lhe rooms! tor my aunt was wealthy
md my cousins besutIful; and used 10 sit all
alone in the shadows of tee curtains, wishing
tor just one to love me. As The unfolding of a
heavenly flower comes the memory of June
day when handsome man knelt at my feet
and called me beaulIful-knelt and asked me
10 love HIN.
What answer should | make him! | did
not know but bade him 60 away then, and
come again on the morrow. AGt When the
last echo of his footsteps had died away,
| ran up 10 my little room, locked out every.
thing but the sunshine, and sat down TO
think.
And he stopped TO call me beautiful he, the
noble, tho gifted And | stood by the mirror,
aud gazed long and searchingy y at the tace that
met me. There was a pair, of dark, flashing
eyes white face, that no winds could fan
into rose-hue lips a little too full TO be
naughty aud a mass Of black hair, that Righl
have been braided into a dladem. Was II
beautiful! lie had said so! Did | love him
The piercing eyes that | saw soflened, and
pressed my hands close over my heart, to shu
IN its throbbiugs; and then the tears came
tears of happiness.
q Did love him! Tonight ask the ques
Iion. And the eyes see are wild, and the lip
! see arr compressed, and again | clasp IN,
ha nds over my heart. and wish the tears wOu
come. Oh the bliss of the beautiful long sgo
when the light OF love came TO my eyes, an
70 tAe thrill OF happiness to my heart Oh til
. darkness of that night, that came like a
>: aVeuging soul on the full glory Of ife's morn
fe ing.
ID II was by the sea-side that the shadow fell
ne where the waters we're sobbing with low wa
* of sorrow and wrath. We had been speak.n
Y Of the past, and thinking OF The future but W
ne were silent then, and started up quickly, as
" heard his voice, saying How beautiful! !"
ID A lady--a chIld 1t might have been-clad /
\ a dark blue rldIug- habit, was coming towar
10 us. borne on a white horse. The 5unshIn
Is played with her curls as with a something kIr
en- dred, and her eyes would have set one dream
nd ing OF Tue skiee of Italy. look that sha
y meyer forget passed over his fOce as she refine
IN her horse and spoke his name.
~ "Ernesi!'
al Edith"
nd His hand trembled as it clasped hers. an
she smiled on him-ssch smile! Il troze n
". heart in It's beauty for knew, when his chez
.st paed and his eyes fell, that be had felt
) a power before.
its "And so YOU have not quite forgotten m
he Ernest!
Ter THAT were impossible :"
n "And yet you have been silent so long,
Il thought my place all occupied by anOIher!'
of And SO be had loved before; and the sir'
We that enchanted him had not yet lost her powt
nv | waited TO hear 90 more. Ii was enough.
ne would nOt see me now. HurrIedly, | retrac
my steps 10 my aOnTs abode.
q Three months after, word came TO me III
they were marred-Ernest Temple aud 1
or beautiful Edith Wells. 1t was 10 a crowd
nv room, but | didn't faint. Edith Wells mig
.he nave done that; was Oot 30 weak. But Il
- neart turned 10 stone and the tImId, cling
chrld was a belle that night, and went iortf
uld strong. self possessed woman, following IN
ver way OF the world My aunt raised her har
20 wonder, that the lesson she had been vail
STRIVING 10 teach me for years had all come
'"' the 10 a single evening. But discernme
-, was not among her virtues anu kept
"'o' own secret.
| have changed, they say the crimson II
en- tide has learnt the way 10 my rosy cheeks, o
unk | do not need now To be told that am beat
put ful. Hearts have been laid at my feet
lied hearts and false ones-and the world has lea
gu. ed to cali me a coqueite. He was here
any night-he whom | loVe-wbom hate =
way eyes wearing the wild look Of sorrow mine b
ever karnsd 10 hide, and his laugh bearing 10 it
s.. ring of deaih.
niles stood BY his sIde' and listened 10 'he N
IN. echo; and he saw my curling lIp, and III
.sses had read his soul, and knew al it's bittern
end And when had left the crowded rooms.
hem. stood in the soft moonlight. amebg sAe 81
more owy trees, he cane and knell al my feet. Ill
ys of coward who dared not suffer 10 silence,
ughl told me how he had loved ne all through