Keowee courier. [volume] (Pickens Court House, S.C.) 1849-current, 1868-02-15
THoRvALDEN's FIRST Love,

bitterly. In hor lap 10y few trinkots aud
other small articles, evidently keepsakes, which
she had received from timo to time. Shotook
up one after tho other, and turned them over,
but she could scarcely distinguish them
through hor binding tears. Then she buried
her face in her hands, aud rocked to and fro
in her agony
"OhP moancd she, "and is It come to
this All my dreams of huppiness arc van
ished-all my hopes arc dead ! How'll oven
go without bidding me farewell. All, Ilim-
len that had lived to see this bitter day !"
At this moment hasty tap at the door was
followed by the entrance of the object of her
grief. He was a.young man about twenty.
five years, OF sage his person middle sized and
strongly built, his features massive, regular
and attractivc-his long hair faxen, his eyes
blue. This was Bertcl Thoryaldsen, name !!
which has since been sounded throug ughov. the
world RS that of tho most illustrious sculptor
of modern times. His step was firm ahd quick,
his features glowing as he entered the room
but when ho behcld tho attitude ofthe weep.
ing female, shade passed over his fine couu-
tcnancc as he gently murmured,
"Amalic !"
Bertel !" y,
The young Dane drew chair to her side,
Amalie !" said he, after pause broken only
thee farewell 90 in tho morning"
She ceuscd weeping, raised her face and re-
leasing her hands, pushed back her disheve
led hair. Then she wiped her eyes, and gazcd
on him in way that made his own droop-
Bertel," sho said, il solemn tone, but void
of all reproach, Bertci why did you win my
young heart? why did you lead me to hope
that 1 should become the wife of your bo-
som p"
III always meant it; mean it now"
She shook her head mournfully, and taking up
the trinkets, continued: DO you remember
what you said when you gave me this, and
this, and this Z"
"What would you lave, Amaie? [ said I
love you; | love you still but"
But you love ambition, fame, the praise of
men far better!" added she, bitterly.
Thorvaldsen started, for lie felt actually the
truth of her words.
{" Yes, you wllleave gamlc Denmark, you
will leave your poor fond old father and moth
er, whose only hope and only earthly joy is in
you; you will leave mo, and all who love the
sound of your footsteps, and go to the distant
land and forget us all" EIus
Min Pigc you arc cruel and unjust. [
shall come back tony old father and mother,
come back to thee, and VIC shall be happy
again nqgu ipt-.oa n. ,i9
Meyer, "Bertel, never! When once you
have gone, there is no happiness for US, In
Heaven we may all meet again; on earth
never 0, no; never will you see in shis
| life either your parents or your poor, broken
hearted Amalic!" and again herasobs burst
InorvaIusen aDrupuy rose rrorn rrrs seur,
and paced the room in agitation. He was
much distressed, and. once or twioS he glanced
at Amalie with evident hesitation His past
life, the pleasures OF his youth, the cndcared
friends and scenes ofthis childhood, the affec-
ton Of Amale, theanguish of his parents at
thee, approaching separation, all wildly passed
in review, and whispered him to stay and be
happyrin the city of his birth. But vision
OF Rome rose also, and beckoncd him tlither
to earn rcnown, wealth and Immortality The
pride of conscious genius swclcd his soul, and
.ht folt that tho die was cast forever.
10 lie re seated himself by the side of Amalie,
and once more took her hand She looked
up, and iu one glance read his Utmost thoughts.
| 600, said she, "go and fulfil your destiny.
| God $ will be done! You will become great
| man :, you will become tho cdnpanion of
princes and kings, and your name will extend
the fante1of your country to tie uttermost
parts of the eurth. see it all aid let my
selfish love pcrish Ouly promise this wheS,
| you are hereafter in the full bla& of your tri-
Nlm4ph, csomatimes turn aside fom tho high
born, lovely danes who are thro,ging around,
and drop one tear to the memoylof the lowly
Darish girl who loved you bette than herself
Bertcl, farewclw
The next day Thorvaldscn gifted Copen.
hagen for Rome, where he resi@d nearly the
whole remainder of his long lie, aud more
than realized his own wild Aspirations for fame.
But the prophcsy Of poor Amale was literally
fuIfiled-he never more beheli his parents,
nor her his first, true love!
| Il. Nearly half a century had elapsed, and
again the scene was Copenhagen, Tho streets
were densely crowded with eapr spectators,
and every window of every Hasc was filed
with sadly expectant faces. A length ory
"They cone!" was echoed rom group to
group, and the crowds swayedp and fro un.
der the sympathetic swell Of co,mon emotion.
A wthered old woman wal seated at the |
upper window Of house. Wen the cry was
taken up, she raised her wrinkh oountenanoc
and passed her hands over hf eyes, as if to
clear away tho mist of. more tin seventy win.
tors An immense processio drew nigh
Appropriate military music preceded the
corpse being conveyed to its BIT earthly abb.
ding place.. yho king of theand, the royal
family, the nobility, Tho clers, the learned.