The Middlebury register. [volume] (Middlebury, Vt.) 1850-1882, 1867-03-26

A SESrIMENTAL EEIsopE.- bach
elor tricnl, who has seen good deal of
the world, and Of that peculiar portion
known as women, tod me one of his Sc n
tlmental experiences the other day while
we were lounging in Greenwood
Five years ago about this time" he
said, Il was siltin: near this spot witt, u
very romantic girl, who had long declared
she loved me, and who though blessc!
with a wealthy father, would have mar
rled me and my pouerty, and dcfed all
her relmiues, if had sermitted her to
make such a sacrifice
81 was quite fen of her, rs men of
senslbliiy and gallantry usually are of
women who love them devotedly, and tho
tact that could not make her my wife
rendered our relation more poetic than it
would have been had we been engaged.
She was rather delicate, and her friends
feared she had pulmonary affection
She thought she would not live long, and
tie day we set together here she looked
pale, and more lovely than ever. The
autumn leaves were falling around sand
with her head leaning on my breast, she
sand, with tears in her eyes ii feel, dar-
ling that am dying. | believe that the
next years leaves will strew my grave.
But | shall rest swectly,if can dream in
Heaven that you still love me dearest"
"My heart was touched as it never was
before. my friend added ~ fancied at
that moment that / loved her devotedy.
| was tempted to say, 'Bc mirc, darling,
befIre the world. If we love each other,
we shal have wealth enough, and content
ment that fortune cannot buy But re-
membered the day would como when neith-
er Of us would feel so; that no passion,
however ardent, can survive meagcr break
iasts, and cold potatoes at dinner. So I
kissed her tenderly dried the dew of her
tears on the rose leaves of my lips Q was
sentimental thcn); aad told her she would
be some mans lovely wife when was at
supper after Polonius fashion.
''She looked sad rebuke at this, AMI
shed more tears which kissed away again,
and we wandered into less lusubrions
themes,
I'VE retained our sentimental attach
mcnt until the war broke ou; went to
the fed, and after few letters our cor
rcspon lcncc ended,
"Whcn the struggle was over, came
home, and one of the first carriages no.
ticed in the Park contained my quon1am
inamarata, middle. aged man, rather
vulgar, though very prosperous looking,
and two bouncing children in charge of "a
French',rish Tonne. One glance told the
whole story. perceived that the senti-
mental drama bad ended as comedy,
with marriage; and | laughed, as had
often done before under similar circum-
stances, at the pnse denouement of the
rose-coorel episode, | learned a few
days after that my sweet Saloma had ac-
ccp;ed a husband, of her parents election,
who had made a fortune by a Govern
mcnt contract, and who did not know
whether Dante was Dane or a Dutch
man, and certainly did not care.
81 was glad she had done so well. and
sladdcr | had not been unwise enough to
'..ake her matrmonially miserable.
drank glass of wine at dinner every day
for n week to her connubial happiness
ii was barely necessary to toast her health
thcn-and, meeting her at the opera
fortnight aflsr she remembered my face.
but had forgotten my namc-the name Of
the man she had vowed she loved better
than her own self, and who was all this
world to her, and something more
"Women are fine rhetoricians," rev
marked my friend, "but | think they
place small estimate upon the world and
their own souls"