Prescott journal. [volume] (Prescott, Wis.) 1861-1871, 1867-02-02
A Sentimental EplsOde--The Loves OF
Greenwood, and How they End.

New York cor. OF the Chicago Repubhcan.J
NV bachelor friend, who has seen a
good deal of the world, and of that pc
culiar portion known as women, told me
one of his sentimental experiences the
other day while we were lounging in
Greenwood.
Give years ago about this time" he
said, 81 was sitting near this spot with
a very pretty and entirely romantic girl
who hal long declared she loved me,
and who, though blessed with wealthy
father, would have married me and my
poverty, and defed all her relatives, If
/ had permitted her to make such sacri-
fee.
81 was quite fond of her, as men of
sensibihty and gallantry usually are of
women who love them devotedly, and
the fact that l could not make her my
wife rendered our relation more poetic
than it would have been had we been
engaged. She was rather delica e, and
her friends feared she had pulmonary
affection. She thought she would not
live long, and the day we sat together
here she looked pale and more lovely
than ever. The autumn leaves were
falling round us, and with her head
leaning on my breast, she said, with
tears in her eyes: 81 feel, darling, that
l am dying. / believe that the next
years leaves will strew my grave, But
/ shall rest sweetly if L can dream in
Heaven that you still love me, dearest. "
"AIy heart was touched as it never
was before" my friend added. 81 fam
cied at that moment that / loved her
devotedly. / was tempted to say, BE
mine, darling, before the world. III
we love each other, we shall have wealth
enough, and contentment that fortune
cannot buy" But remembered the day
would come when neither of us would
feel so; that no passion, however ardent
can survive meagre breakfasts, and cold
potatoes at dinner. So l kissed her
tenderly, dried the dew of her tears on
the rose leaves of my lips Il was senti-
mental them and told her she would
be some mans lovely wife when L was
at supper after polonius' fashion.
"She looked a sad rebuke at this,
snd shed more tears, which kissed
away again, and we wandered into less
lugubrious themes.
awe retained our sentimental at
tachment until the war broke out. 1
went TO the field, and after few let
tiers our correspondence ceased.
"When the struggle was over. l
came home and one of the first carriag
es that 1 noticed in the Park contained
my quondam iDamorata, a middle aged
man, rather vulgar, though very pros
porous looking and two bouncing
children in charge of a French Irish
bonnie. One glance told me the whole
story. 1 preceived that the sentiment
tai drama had ended as a comedy, vii b
marriage; and / laughed, as / had Of
ten done before under similar circum-
stances, at the prose denoument OF
the rose colored episode. l learned
few days after that my sweet Ssloma
had accepted a husband, of her parents
selection, who had made a fortune by a
government contract, and who did not
know whether Dante was a Dane or a
Dutchman, and certainly did not care.
81 was glad she had done so well, and
gladder / had not been unwise enough
to make her matrimonially miserable.
/ drank glass OF wine at dinner every
day for a week to her connubial happi
ness-it was hardly necessary to toast
her health then-and meeting her at
the opera a fortnight after, she remem-
bered my face but had forgotten my
name-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, re-
marked my friend, "but l think they
place a small estimate upon the world
and their own souls"