The daily phoenix. [volume] (Columbia, S.C.) 1865-1878, 1870-04-15

argued in pallietion Of your. conduct,
and since then you hsve amply laton6d
to your father by unequaled devotion.
The remembrance of the circumstances
should enhance my affection. You loved
him truly-you braved your fathers dis
pleasure to keep your VOWS to ,him-you
made sacrifiee9Ayou were constant-you
will be the same to me, Juliet?"
''Indeed, you must not doubt it," said
Juliet, with emotion; ''and I would like
to assure you, Theodore, that there is
not, nor can ever be, the slightest ground
for any feeling even remotely resembling
jealousy or doubt, concerning him and
myself. If I know myself, there is not
one iota of affection lingering in my
heart for what you must confess, all
things considered, was an unworthy OBJ
ject. I say not an iota-I wish you to
possess my whole heart. You regard
him SO kindly now, it. would pain me to
interrupt your friendship--to change
your sentiments toward each other. Let
it not be so."
"After such assurances from you" said
Theodore, with generous warmth; 81
can never allow past occurrences to in
terfere in our friendly feelings-or cause
unpleasantness. Let the gone be for
gotten-the past be the past-let us bury
this remembrance, Juliet, and studiously
abstain from mentioning his name or
thinking of him in this connection. It
will be best. Twill try to forget it, for
I confess to you, my darling, that can
not bear to recall to mind that he once
possessed the love which I now fondly
believe is all mine own"
After this, conversation came to
tand-still-words were ALMOST extinct,
but thought was busy in the minds of
both. Mr.. Lyle was the first to arouse
himself from the deep revery into which
both had fallen, giving vent to his over
burdened sense of happiness in long
drawn sigh md the following remarkably
original PRONUNCIATION of opinion
''This is witching hour"
''Enchantingl' said Juliet, and then
looking up to the vault of heaven, she
repeated: tH
"Palace-roof of cloudless nights!
Paradise Of golden lightsI
Deep, immeasurable, vast,
Which art now, and which vert then!
OF the present and the past,
OF the eternal where and when,
Prescnce-chamber, temple, homo,
Ever-canopyiug dome
OF acts and ages yet to come!"
''That's Shelley" said Theodore;
''isn't it strange, 30 few people read
Shelley and appreciate the beauty of his
genius?"
''I don't think it at all strange" said
Juliet; ''it requires 80 subtle and deli
cate an Imagination to comprehend his
abstruse and metaphysical theories-to
fathom the almost unfathomable depths
of his idealized reality. was puzzling
over some passages of 'Prometheus Un-
bound,' yesterday
"Nor men, nor gods knew what no meant"
'.But that's not fair" eaid Theodore,
laughing; sits not orthodox to
"Ineist on knowing what he means, hard
And hapless situation for bard"
By-the-way, Juliet. have you read "A
man dies not till his work is done,' by
our own poet-genius, William Maxwell
Martini? There's the silver ring of the
true metal about that! He is a son, of
whose genius South Carolina may we'll
be proud. And have you read his elo-
quent Sunset Prayer than which, I
can think of nothing moro touchingly
beautiful, nor suitable to this poetic
hour?" And Theodore repeated it in
full:
"The gold-crustea gates of the purple-hung
nave Opeu 10 TcCClVe the Day-ROu TO his rest,
While the handmade of Thetis, who blush
ingly wait,
To welcome tho monarch with songs ut the
gate,
Robed in soft siiken cymars of roseate hue,
Arc preparing to scatter the diamond like
dew.
"Tis calm Sabbath eve and breeze softly
blows,
Ferfumed with tho breath of a newly born
rose,
And the envoy of night, in her mantle OF gray,
Comes on, whilo bird chants a dirgo DER the
day.
"From their homes in the heavens, the stars
as they rise.
Look down to the earth, with their bright.
loving eyes;
And bright loving eyes, too, look up from the
earth,
And WOO the sweet stars till they twinkle with
mirth.
"The Queen of the night-time-tho silver
crowned queen
Sends her hsrallng raylets to Tighten the
scene,
And the spectre.like forms of the oak tree and
pine
Glide silently forth, and their weird arms en-
twine.
"There's o fairy-like music which comes