The weekly pioneer and Democrat. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn. Territory) 1855-1865, 1864-09-30

Beautiful WlnQermcre. the SllenL Skies
Oerarch thee with a soft, serene embrace.
Beautiful Windermere' Like holy eyes
The stars look down into thy placid face.
Thou liest in lovely resting place,
Grading thy isles and girt by guardian hills;
While many streams in rocky channels race
To thy curved shore, and the blue air distills
Beauty in every breath, music in ceaseless thrills
We were waiting for Emily, and the
conversation turned upon her merits.
"She is an angel exclaimed Effing-
ham. 'Before I knew her I was discon-
tented and dissatisfied with the world.
My spirit had been broken by early trou-
bles, and was happiest when alone. But
my evenings became long, and 1 grew
tired of reading; then I pictured happy
wife, sitting and talking by my side. A
woman without education and sense l
would not have; and one possessing these
requisites I feared would not consent to
live sequestered and alone with solitary
being like myself. Such were my thoughts
when l was introduced to Emily. She
would leave her gay companions and her
dashing sister to seek with pencil and port
folio the beautiful scenery around this
neighborhood. In these rambles / some.
times Joined her, and if 1 marked a pic.
turesque spot found it few days after
wards transferred to Emily's album.
Whenever she was asked to sing, she be-
gan with the air l had said was my favor
ite. Sympathy, that invisible cloud which,
running through society, binds heart to
heart, united ours. Ifancied that / gained
ground in her esteem, and often saw her
tersake gay parties for quiet talk with
me. All seemed hope, except hope itself,
and that appeared to me to be presump-
ton. One day, however, it was so evi-
dent that she preferred my company to
any one amidst numerous party contain
ing many who would gladly have been her
slave for life, that light broke on me
which for some time dazzled me !; and then
| laid my heart at her feet. 1t was &C
cepted. And now no day Is ever too long.
l am never tired-never dull j; she reads
to me, sings my favorite tunes to the mu-
sic of her harp; we both love music,
walking, reading and retirement. In a
word, we love each other! And here she
comes" lie continued, rising to meet her.
Never did rising sun throw more Joy over
the weary and midnight traveller than
Emilys smiling face did wherever she
went.
1 left the happy pair, and on the follow
ing evening visited the Pamfretts.
A sovereign bet" exclaimed the
dashing officer, ''for which of us can drink
the most champagne, or ride to the sixth
milestone first!: -
Iexcused myself, and Pamfrett declared
l was fool. Mrs. Pamfrett presided at
the dinner table that evening with the state
and dignity Of an Eastern queen. Can
this, mentally exclaimed, be sister to the
gentle Emily?
"Haye you seen Mrs. Effingham late
ly?" inquired Mrs. Pamfrett
Ireplied that had enjoyed the pleasure
the evening before.
"Pleasure ?" cried the lady, "Oh dear
do you think it SO 1t is three months,
fancy, since l saw her; she quite offended
me by marrying that poor melancholy
man. She must be miserably dull.
could not live without my parties; and
Pamtrett is the king of all games have
quite my own way and am admired by
all; whilst Effngham is very eccentric,
sullen, proud, and bearish. The ladies
are all envying ME, and wondering how
succeeded in obtaining the hand of one
whom they had vainly tried for; but En-
! lily, poor dear! they wonder how she
could possibly have married such dreary
creature as Effngham
left the two brides thus enjoying their
fortunes, and went again touring ON the
Continent
1t was four years before l returned to
Windermere. Four years! What changes
occur in that time. A day or two after
my return, l sought the cottage on the
hill, where I had left Emily and her
husband in the enjoyment of all
that the human heart could wish. A
beautiful boy was sitting on the grass be-
fore the door, placing a wreath of wild
flowers round the curly head of lovely
little girl. "Bless the sweet creatures :"
l exclaimed, as I stood watching them;
and for some time endeavored to trace
likeness between them and the happy pair
whose children at once concluded that
they were.
+" Is papa at homer" at length in
quired; when the little fellow looked up
from his play and replied, pointing to the
door" Yes, sir, in there !" and / heard
both laughing the loud unchilled laugh of
infancy as turned towards the house.
Mr.. Ehngham received me as a long alb
sent brother; but on inquiring for Mrs.
Pamfrett was startled to hear that she
was dead.
"Yes," continued Effngham, "Pam-
frett was always gay and wild, and he was
at length induced to gamble on a great
scale and was ruined. One night he en-
barked for America, leaving letter for
Caroline, wherein he stated that she had
always been her own mistress, and might
continue so; and that if it had not been
for her pride his fortune would not have
l.a.. xu.oakad Poor Na.ol;na MA. -.