The Vermont transcript. [volume] (St. Albans, Vt.) 1864-1870, 1866-01-19

yet fancicd | was only beyond 10Y
age, as all who make great discov
cries must be az first
1t was monomania. dreampt o.
nothing else, until Agnes Muir came
amongst us.
She was an orphan, and had beer
placed under my mothers guardian
ship. She was young, and wonder
fully beautiful Her hair was blacl,
as any ravens wing, her eyes SO
bright that, looking at them, one
thought Of jewels flashing in the sun.
Her slender waist, her rounded bust.
her delicate hands, her step, her voice,
all awakened my admiration. For the
first time | began to take pains with
my toilet, and to choose garments
with view to looking well in them.
She was fond OF music, SO was l.
: We spent many happy hours togoth-
en- Very soon | was in love with her,
50 deeply in love that l forgot my
labratory, my dreams of the philoso-
piers stone. My saucy little sister
Eve told me | was at last like other
mortals and complimented me on the
improvement, and my mother encour-
aged me to WOO Agnes. for she knew
her to be good and pure, and moth
er's love good women for their SON
wives, even when they are not fair as
she was. Sometimes | hoped, some
times ] doubted At noon ] said,
She loves me-" at night | said, "She
never will / dared not speak rs yet
but watching her, SAW at last in her
eyes tenderness she tried TO hide.
Bushes many and sweet stealing over
her face; a wish to fly from me at
times, and then ! knew Agnes Muir
returned my love. At last ] spoke,
and she was my betrothed bride, and
| was happy US mortal man may be.
As for my labratory, but for my
mothers houseNifely care it would
have been given up 10 dust and spi-
ders. ] never entered IT,
never should perhaps but for
what happened one day
] remember the hour as If il were
yesterday The last autumn days
were lingering, and in tho balmy az
ternoon we were walking hand in
hand under the trees. \ few late
flowers were in bloom, and our feet
trod upon the last nights trophies
The wind blown autumn leaves, gold
en- and brown and scarlet, which hned
the path The windows Of my home
stead our homestead, for we were
thenccforlh but one glittcrcd like
sheets of polished silver in the last
sunset radiance, and in the distance
rose the purple mountain peaks.
had her hand III mine, and We had
walked in silence for many moments
when she said
If time could only stop now, Ohio
and leave us as We are.
| caught her to my breast.
1T shah il must / cried we love
each other nothing can alter 90 u.
now
But we ourselves must alter" she
sighed "Ah, Ohio, ! never felt be
fore how sad chat truth is. We must
grow old. TIE face you think So pref
ty must be wnnklod, the eyes dim, the
hair gray ] shall see you, who are Sc
strong, SO handsome, grow feeble ant
bout; and worst Of all, Ohio, one Q
us must die before the other. Oh
Tine, Time c,uei Time! Would tn
elixir oI life we're reality p
She breaihed this with her youn,
hands folded on my shoulder l feel
her bosom rise and fall, her heart beat
and | also could have cried out oh
cruel Time can you make this crea
ture old, and wan, and passionless
With the thought came rolling bacl
upon me the mystic dreams Of the Ok
German, the wild hopes and fancie
which he had instiled into my mind
"Tho elixir OF life is a possibility
said to myself; and then | caught III
dalling's hand. Come with me, -
said II want to show you some
thing, to tell You something. And
; led her, all bewildered and amazeC
through corridors and up long flight
> of stairs, until we stood before IN
door Of uncle Otho's lahratory.
1t had dismal look, a deserted all
. but my mothers care had kept
: clean and tidy. In the midst stood
!, great armchair. l made Agnes s.
u in this, and, kneeling at her feet, III
folded to her my dream of perpetuf
: youth and beauty. Already from ms
u nv an herb and simple had bee
J drawn a potion which in moments
faintness proved a sovereign restor'
S tive. Already great results had bee
> attained by medicine. Why not s
L farther-why not Danish altogeth'
e the weakness and the deformities
Is age ? went to the great bookshelf
> aud brought down volumes, old an
$ musty, and translated to her passage
TX from their quaint old German. ! ais
II opened uncle Otho's memoranda
Il books and culled passages OF interes
u At last | said;
g. agnes, tell me, do you think II
l' mad; were uncle Ohio and myself Il
victims of delusion, or is this bless'
elixir possible ? Speak, Agnes fro
~ your soul.
pc She looked at me. She bent 70
~ ward. Her head lay on my brea'
81 81 Our lips met Both young, both 10