Norfolk day book. [volume] (Norfolk and Portsmouth Va.) 1868-1880, 1869-07-21

that sweet little repository Of
the heart-called love? No
flowers left blooming to crown
his way with joy2 No smile to
cheer the war-path of the weary
cavalier?' but | turned from
him playfully, and jestingly as
before. The look be gave me
can never forget; his last
words at our first parting are
still fresh in my memory. l
could not speak when he took
my hand in his, retaining it as
he said
Farewell ] know l love thee true
! And when perhaps [ stand with
spirit shriven,
And meet thee face to face,
Gods truth on either brow in His own
Heaven,
Perchance at last, thro' His divinest
grace,
You there may meet, and love me too. :"
After he left [ went to nv
little room, to pour out a food
of tears over my past deeds
yet [ had no one to blame but
myself-no one even to pity my
foolish act. Ny conduct was
really an enigma to myself, as
we'll as to Arthur-for some
times I would raise his hopes
to the giddy hight ofperfection,
only to see how crest-fallen he
would look when I would cast
a whitening blight on all the
anticipations Of his future
dreams-but ah! little did ]
then think of the recompence
which was in store fer me.
THE heart knoweth it's own
bitterness and while we have
our own peculiar gifts, how
much of these do we owe to
ourselves.
The very thought of my hav-
ing sighted the heartfelt hon.
age Of a mind so gifted, was
now a. perfect agony; every ray
of gladness-every beam of joy
Gus anticipation-every spirit
that had ever dared to whisper
of happiness, had fed.
After scenes of great excite
ment, there ever follows a sort
of listless languor, succeeded by
the stillest calms-so in the
agitation of the human breast;
and while | was inveloped in
one of these mysterious moods
OF darkness, | overheard Mrs.
Dermont say to her husband
Del Malcomb has lost all of
that bright buoyaney of spirit
which she had when Arthur
was here, and though she turn
ed so heartlessly away, when
he offered her the richest treas
ure of a hearts first love, yet /
know tbs a shadow of regret
which blights her joys now
Mr.. Dermont replied-'I know
that he is brave noble fellow
everything that man ought
to admire, land woman love. |
passed on and heard no more,
but resolved at once to con-
quer my feelings-to make one
conquest at least-that Of my
self and my passions, In less
than a week | was as gay as
ever, romping with the chill
dren, singing, dancing, and in
fact everything I could think
of was done to kill time and
if there was shadow nesting
about the heart, [ am sure
that there was none perceivable
on the brow-not a glance from
the eye could have told the Sec
ret dwelling in my bosom.
The whole family seemed to
draw on my vivacity for enter
talnment, now that Arthur was
away, even looked on me as a
kind of tranquilizing, soothing
spirit, who could pour balm on
all their wounds,
While | was conscious that
fame with her brazen trumpet,
would never herald my praises
to the Winds still l had the
sweet consolation of knowing l
had few rivals at 'Maravatio,
for the golden letters of love
had been woven around every
heart of that little household;
and along the rugged paths Of
the 'dusky highways Of life,
flowers of the purest gratitude
would ever spring to cheer the
weary way Of Del Malcomb,
TO BE CONTINUED.