The daily phoenix. [volume] (Columbia, S.C.) 1865-1878, 1870-01-19

hasten bacssta 0sL Laay ste his tonely wife.
fon may be sure. Karl Won Oppenheim
was not sorry, for the doating father en-
tiraly naonopolized bis daughters time
and attention. However, Mfr. Won Op-
penheim made remarkably favorable
impression on Mr.. Clayburn.
detest Foreigners, Us o general
thing, he told his daughter privately,
but this young professor here, seems O
dne fellow--a downright gentleman.
QUITE Anaericapised, as it were, aud q
many fine physique and high culture. I
am glad you are adding another language
80 your Accomplishments. Be diligent
with it, and especially with your mathe-
matios. but don't overdo the thing, this
not weather. It might injure your
health, which 10 the most important thing
after all. However. I Judge there is
iittle danger Of that. Ashburn has been
the making OF you. Juliet-the climate
snies you admirably. When yon came
iE0n Orkney, you were but pale, fra
que lily. and now you look like a pink
rosebud, half blown. I wish had sent
you here years ago, it would have saved
me many pang and many sleepless
-
you are looking, my girl. and how much
you have improved every way. It will
make her better reconciled to the sepa-
ration. When she hears you are very
dairy.mstd for leolor, and q Trojan for
appetite, she will not be worrying her
cell. as she does continually, with ap-
prehensions OF your getting sick away
from home"
And fairly smothering his daughter
with Kisses. Mr. Clayburn jumped on
the train and returned to Orkney, telling
his wife. the frat thing ON his arrival.
shat his sending Juliet to Ashburn,
Tas the best thing he had ever, done in
After his departure, things resumed
their old footing at Mrs. Thurlow's.
Happy .days-happy walks end rides
through the green woods--happy dreams,
all heppinessi
1t was September, and the family were
ont on the piazza, after tea, enjoying the
freshness of the evening air and listen
ing to the summer sounds of nature.
All the earth seemed lulled into q calm
repose, the air was soft and dreamy,
scented with sweets as fresh as a per-
fumed gale from Araby; the stars twin
kled down from their rblue-girdled spheres
and the bright moon shone majestic and
resplendent in the serene sky. Oh, the
sublimity, the sweetness of moonlight
Oh, sas Fllsessss stiffness, the glory, the
enchantment Of its power!
The young professor and Juliet were
promenading the broad walk in front of
the piazza. Mrs. Thurlow and Rudolph
had been walking too. but the former
was not much Of a Pedestrian, SC telling
the others to continue their enjoyment,
she seated herself on the steps. Rudolph
stopped with her, and they began talk
ing over the news from Germany, for q
letter had Just come from his mother.
Mr.. Won Oppenheim and his companion
were talklag about a country still further
of--ln abort, about the moon, that mex
haustible theme for all lovers, of all ge.
nerations.
"Do you recollect the sublime invoca
ton to the moon, in Vivian Grey?" asked
Mr.. Won Oppenheim.
81 blush to own have never read the
book" answered his companion, "it is
something look forward to in the fu.
ture."
Mr.. Won Oppenheim began to repeat
1t, In voice sweet and thrilling, like
low muslc, and with q dramatic effect
which brought out its beauties.
"Qn! thou bright moon! thou object
of my first love! thou shalt not escape
an invocation, although, perchance at
this very moment, some varlet sonneteer
Is prating of thy boy Endymion' rnd
thy silver bow Here, to thee, Queen
OF the Night! in whatever name thou
most delightest! Or Bendis, as they hail
ed you in rugged Thraee; or Bubastis,
as they howled to you in mysterious
Egypt; or Dian, as they sacrificed to you
IN gorgeous Rome; or Artemis, as thew
sighed to you on the bright plains OF
ever glorious Greeoel Why is it, that al]
men gaze on thee? Why is it, that oil
men love thee? Why is it, that all men
worship thee? Shine on. shine on, Sui
tana of the soull Shine on.
shine on, they say thou art eafth's safe
lite! Yet. when I do gaze Oh thee, nv
thoughts are not of thy Suzerain. They
teach us that thy power is fable, and
that thy divinity is dream. Oh, thou
bright Queen! will be no traitor to
thy sweet authority; and verify, I will
got believe that thy influence over our
hearts is, at this moment, less potent
than when we worshipped in thy glitter
ing fame at Ephesus, or trembled at the
dark horrors OF thine Arioian rites.
Then, hail to thee, Queen of the Night!
Hail to thee, Diana, Triformis, Cynthia,
Orthia, Taurica. ever mighty, ever love-
", ever holy! haill hail hall"
The voice died away in q soft, loving
cadence.
Beautiful" murmered Juliet.
He took her hand, and bhe little thing
trembled and futtered at his touch, like
"a captured bird.
"Look at me. Julie" he whispered,
bending down to her. ''look ut me. and
let me drink delicious draughts of love