The Columbia herald. [volume] (Columbia, Tenn.) 1850-1873, 1869-12-17
The Day After.

do not think anybody ever accurately
realizes anything, either joy or sorrow,
until the day after. Do you know what
it is to wake up in the morning and know
there is something, you cannot exactly
tell what it is, on your mind, and suddenly
it comes to you with painful gust of
sorrow or a pleasurable flow of joy, as the
case may be? Supposing now, for in
stance, you had met some one very nice,
very nice indeed, at a party last night.
Your name has been connected with this
some one q good deal lately; wherever
she was seen you were sure to be some
where in the neighborhood. People have
said they knew there was something IN it,
and they knew what would come to pass
at last You always found yourself seated
by this young lady's side, and by some ex-
traordinary law of attraction she invaria-
bly, fell to your lot to take into supper,
or as partner in more round dances than
was consistent with the strict etiquette of
the ballroom. Well, last night you did
not dance so much as usual, you " sat out
q great many dances, you found q cosy
place behind the orange trees in the con-
servatory where you talked great deal
in whispers At last you did not talk so
much you "looked" more than you talked.
You sat very close to her. think you
know something about encircling slender
bodice, and you were aware of the sensa-
ton of pressing soft passive little hand.
| But when you awake on the day after
You think can it be possibles "What
did say? Yes, there's no doubt about
it. have done it at last, there's no back
ing out of it this time" You were as
free as possible yesterday, your hat COW
cred all your responsibilities, and now
on the day after, your being is changed
altogether; you will have to think OF
house-rent, of Goals, of rates and taxes,
and have some indefinite vision of being
appointed a churchwarden or undertaking
any idiotic office that grave respectability
may dictate. Take another phase Of this
matter. The day after a violent quarrel
with an old friend, wherein the Friendship
of a lifetime has been sacrificed for the
anger of minute, is particularly painful
1t was bad enough yesterday, but then the
excitement bore you along and you did
feel it so much, but now the whele affair
comes up before you with painful reality
You think of it seriously, and the conse
quences it will bring, you were always
seen together, you were mutually acquaint
ed with so many people that you tremble
to think what people will say or think
This is bad enough; but when it is seri
Gus quarrel with the girl of ones heart
and 1 suppose we all Of US, even the worst
of us, have had q girl of our heart at some
time or another-it is terrible. do MOI
mean the ordinary lovers quarrels, but
the an,untium ire of which there is no re
newing of love afterwards. 1t is all very
well when you are busy being indignant
when you are giving proud answer tc
proud speech; when you both know tina,
your pride will bring misery to both, ye,
neither will give way an inch. 1t is all
very well when you are sending back hei
letters, her little gloves, her locks OF ha,r, n
her pretty little presents, and the hity
thousand "reminiscences Of an earnest,
trustful, girlish love-when you feel in
dignant, and glory in being scornful
| But when all that Is over, when youl
dead love is buried, it is sad, sad worn
to face the world manfully on the day
after.