Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1865-03-09

very soon /; after all, we shall be welded
sooner than we thought"
For moment, thought the blow had
deprived her Of reason /; and it seemed she
OWNED my thoug hts, for she replied to them
with calm, sweet smile
ono, Louise, I am not mad. Paul is
gone, and it will not be long before I shall
20 to him. I shall surely be his in
heaven p' ....s...-....-.-...-..
Thus was new phase in Lily Dale's
character made known to me. knew how
fondly she had loved Paul Clifford, and
that slight, delicate, shrinking girl was the
last one to whom I should have looked for
patient endurance. But so it was ;-she
suffered, and uttered no murmur, though it
nearly broke my heart to see.the rose dying
ont of her cheeks, and bsfHgpre growing
every day thinner and slighter.
The Winter gave place to the Spring, and
the Spring to theSummer, and not yet had
my bird of Paradise flown from my arms.
But I held her by slight tenure and felt
it more than ever, on a bright midsummer
morning, the anniversary of the day on
which I had first come to Glenthorne.
b, What glorious day that was. It seems
when I look back on it, as if l had never
seen one like it, before or since. 1t was a
day to live in-better still, aday to die in.
The very blue sky seemed to bend doYn-
ward, tipping our Fathers infinite mercy;
there was over all the earth strange bright.
ness and spIendor, and. all day Lily and I
sat quietly in the great glory. Towards
night Lily grew very tired, for it was the
first day she had sat up in many weeks.
But she seemed much bettsr--so much, in
deed, that she walked to the bed, with only
the support Of my clasping arm, and lay.
there smiling on all around, as if already her
soul had partaken of the riches Of Infinite
Love.
sat there watching her, with the sun
set glory in her hair, calling to mind the
day when I saw her first, and the sudden
love begotten then, which time had only
strengthened. And 10 as I looked, over her
face there passed change. 1t was not a
gbastly or frightful change; nay, it was
strangely lovely. Did you ever watch, my
dear friend, the shadow of the Death An
gels wing on the brow fthe good and fair ?
If you have you will understand me. My
soul cried out in agony, and my heart ceased
to beat, as mechanically pulled the bell
rope, and in five minutes phisioiau and a
clergyman stood by the bedside, together
with our teachers. The one could do moth
ing, for already was the death:dew heavy on
Lily's brow; and for the other, her pure
spirit had small need. -s4l
Lilly bade them goodbye very gently and
then she turned her large, bright eyes on
me.
"Louise, dear Louise" she whispered, as
she clasped my hand more closely still "you
have been good to me, darling, and 1 will
pray God to bless you. I am not afraid,
Louise, for I know Him in whom have
trusted. My parents wait for me in Heav-
en-Paul is there, and I've. only you to
to leave; make haste and come, darling"
drew her head to my bosom, and pres,
sed my lips to her brow; already it was
cold and chill like marble A bright smile
passed over her beautiful features, glad and
joyous as if the Infinite Glory were already
Illuminating her soul; and then she cried in
clear, strong voice, though her lips did not
move-"Paul, I am coming" It was the
voice Of her soul, and with the last word it
passed away forever.
There is mound near sweet G!enthorne,
and over it cross. Itis where the: sun.
beams fall pleasantly through the chesnut
trees; and the wild flowers, nod over the
brook.side, and on that cross Is written,
"L1LY DALE" I go there every year, at mid
summer, to scatter flowers over the mound;
and in few more midsummer days, 1 shall
lie down beside her, to 60 hence no more un-
til the resurrection. i
know not why wrote you this sad tale;
but sm no romance weaver, must write
of my own life, and is q life WHICH has
nmore shade than sun" Years have pas.
sed, and other hopes and loves have strug-
gled with the old ones and conquered, but
there never has walked another presence
there never has sounded another voice
through the heart. chamber, where long
ego shrined sweet Lily Dale.
Lit. COMPANION.