Norfolk day book. [volume] (Norfolk and Portsmouth Va.) 1868-1880, 1869-07-28

at Its utterance tne scene
changes--kind voices are hush
ed, and familiar races pass away
from the panorama OF our daily
life, and thus ends our dream.
Yours (perhaps) by an untime-
ly death--and poor Lola's by
a broken heart! Oh! what q
sad fate we are consigned to!
bpt [ commit and commend
you to that Being, who has
| your destiny in his keeping;
and if not on earth, may we
meet ON high.
lola Lee.
The lock of hair which had
so carefully arranged, was
taken not from my own mass
of heavy ringlets, but from
Flora Mays rich luxuriant
tresses, which hung so coquet-
ishly over my shoulder, and to
lead Four particular STAR
through a dense maze, Of course
| wished him to imagine me
lust the reverse Of what really
was. Flora's merry laugh
rings it's gleeful music in my
ears, even now, though the
chain of separation has been
widened between us very con-
siderably since that happy day;
yet she was a character in one
little dream of enchantment,
and deserves honorable men
ton by her old friend. Annie
and | had very confidingly told
this charming secret TO cur
worthy friend DR.. l.! m a. ! ne
was diligently on the gu, I've
for the playful actor, who was
taking US wholesale through a
perfect quadrille of delight, but
in due season we wer he nap
Ply recipients of the lowing
lines :
This is to tell you "Lola'
that | survive the contest, for
although on the ground, the
brother did not come. | thank
you for your kind wishes, and
assure you if 1 had met the
enemy, and been wounded, the
flow Of pain Gf na54.of blood)
would have been soothed by the
CANCEL whispers | perused
in your note, and had | bought
my courage and honor with my
life, | should have died, and the
fast life ebbing pulse would
have huttered against the heart
caressed lock Of hair that was so
beautifully twined by fairy
fingers. Oh if little tress,
away from it's bed of grace looks
so lovely, and awakens such
pleasurable emotions, what I'M
surpassed joy must burst forth
at beholding the bed it adorned.
You referred beautifully to the
expressive word "goodby'' but
why should congenial hearts
discuss that ? They can live
so as to reach that cline where
its solemn sound is blotted from
the vocabulary Of words
The moss of sadness had be-
grit the gilded margin of hopes
sparkling streamlet, and the
meteoric splendor Of it's illumir-
ings had nearly been beset
with dark despair, yet how
splendidlyit arose-how prout-
lyit Haunted its brilliant beams
as 1 read your words-yet | bid
my heart not to build castles
too speedily-for Hope often
leads the mind to its golden
and giddy heights, but to let it
fall from the tower of joyous
anticipation to the dreary
depths of gloom I! l can teach
you precepts poor heart but
who can chide you for doting
on that beauty which defies the
erasive powers of time ? Who
stop the admiration Of the soul
as it stands enraptured by the
dew-drops of beauteous wisdom,
fresh from the fount of know
ledge f.?
You will not believe my
words, but could you know my
feelings-could you gaze in my
eye as rehearse the fairy
scenes in midnight slumber,
when the saint-like purity of
your words glide from ruby
lips, and the starlight beau y
Of your glance is pictured on
the mirror of my mind, you
you could not doubt me. I
sometimes imagine myself il a
trance Gas it were) v liking