The Portland daily press., 1863-10-12
MISCELLANY.


THE MOUNTAIN OF. THE LOWERS We
that we read the story of lover that was to
win his mistress by carrying her TO the top of
mountain, and how he did win her. Z
We think the scenes, was in Switzerland;
but the mountain though high enough to tax
his stout heart must have been among the
very lowest. Let us fancy it a good lofty hill,
10 the summer time. 1t was, at any rate, so
high that the father ofthe young lady proud
noble, thought it impossible for young man
20 burthened to scale it. For this reason
alone, In scorn he babe him do it, and his
daughter should be his.
The peasantry assembled in the valley to
witness so extraordinary a sight. They
measured the mountain with their eyes they
communed with one another and shook their
heads but all admired the young man; and
some ofhis fellows thought looking IA their
mistresses they could do as mudh. The
father on horseback, asart and sullen, repent
ed that he had subjected his daughter TO the
show of such hazard but he thought he
would teach his inferior lesson. The young
mau 1.-THE son of small land proprietor who
had some pretensions to wealth, though none
to nobility stood respectfully looking though
confident that he should win his mistress,
though at the cost of a noble pain, which he
could hardly think of as a pain considering
who he was TO carry. II he died for it he
should at least have her in his arms, and havr
looked into her face. To clasp her person in
that manner was pleasure to be contemplated
with such transport as is known only to real
lovers, for none other know how respect hight
ems the joy of dispencing with formalty, and
how dispencing with formality enobles and
makes grateful the respect.
The lady stood beside her father pale, de-
sirous, and dreading. She thought her lover
would succeed, but only because she thought
him In every respect the most noble of his sex,
and nothing was to much for his strength and
valor. Great fear came over her, neverthe
less. She knew not what might happen in
common to all She felt the bitterness that
she should be the burden to him and the task:
and dared heather look at her father or the
mountain. She fixed her eyes on the crowd
(which, nevertheless, she beheld not, )and now
on her hands and fingers ends which she
doubled up towards her with pretence-ths
only deception she had ever used. Once or
twice mother or daughter slipped out of the
crowd, and coming up to her, notwithstanding
their fears of the baron, kissed that hand that
she did not know what to do Ritn a.
The father said snow sir, "a to this
mummery y and the Iowa. pale for the
first time, took up. de
The sPsct1tRrs 1Ine mannerin
10 encourA s.. They mount the
hill; thex - he hats an instant
before = 6els midway, and seems refusing
consisting then assehds at quicker pace:
and now being at the midway point, he shifts
the lady from one side to the other. The
spectators give shout. The baron, with
an air of Indifference bites the top OF his
gauntlets, and then casts on them look of
rebuke. AT the shout the lover resumes his
way. Slow but not feeble is his steps, yet it is
slower. He stops again, and they think they
80 ~ 13lY - him od the forehead. The
Il u ftemble, but the men say he
3qoqs he resumes again; he is
= (1 re middle and the top; he
but lie does not fall.
>e men aud he resumes
6fthe remaining part
uered. They are certain
forehead and eyes.
Ears, and the stoutest
IS slower than ever.
it is only to plant
on again; and thus
an effort,
ghten him
bstops, he
nipg very
to the
ic halts
Rh> the
rinost
fes, every
ssist him;
own he
- shout.
e has a right
XKs caressing
rI&<GY Ii he has
M. Han ~ OPhs is obliged to dis
0noo the rest of the hill togeth-
and happy; the baron
shame and Indignation.
The lovers are face to
lady clasps him with
~ q both sides.
ne4 he baron, "thou hast
Re, on purpose TO de-
sir; said worthy
u to speak his mind;
33 take his rest after
ed8 up, not to part them,
- ~ 1liem, and keep them to-
I1oPie look close; they kneel
~ their faces upon them.
Il Fti4 lh1t they should ever be parted
1oto, bald venerable man "they never can
~ He turned his old face streaming with
teM1, and looked up at the baron: "Sir,
thew load vi aioh HINT