The daily phoenix. [volume] (Columbia, S.C.) 1865-1878, 1870-02-20

your parents. Not that i regret it on
my own account. Do not misunderstand
me. I speak entirely in reference to
you. For myself, you know how entirely
and exclusively my affections are center
ed in you, and that from you must come
my supreme happiness-my NIL in life.
But it would have been better, perhaps,
! on your account, not to have spoken of
my love. until I could go openly to your
father and ask permission for our union.
Regrets ore useless. I trust it will all
come right. These thoughts have been
suggested to me by those passages in
your letter (the only one which has
reached me) in reference to the pain and
remorse you experience in deceiving
your kind father. I can fully appreciate
the feeling and imagine how unhappy it
must make you. But would be willing
to suffer Mat and more for you-I would
be willing to suffer anything for your
sake; Will not the thought support you
and help you to bear your trials, when
you remember they are all for me?
Dost not write, Julie? Why? Dost not
remember thy letters are the very life
breath to me now? Where is Harry
Babbitt and Frank Clayburn? anywhere
about you? But this is only O Joke. I
am not bit jealous-except, beloved, of
the air you breathe-the flowers you
touch-the sod upon which your little
loot presses-and this paper when it falls
beneath your heavenly glance
told my dying father about my fair
betrothed in the New World. He said
he wished had married aud brought
you over to the Vaterland, that his old
eyes could have been blessed before he
died. My poor father! He blessed me
with his dying breath-he called me his
best beloved-his Joseph! and gave me,
also, rich blessing for her, who was my
chosen wife, whom he hoped would soon
become the loved partner of my bosom
my cherished companion for life. Would
to God it was so now Oh, nv sweet
Julie! my life! my bride! Do not let the
pleasures of home and the allurements
of the world cause you to forget him
who lives only for you.
Rudolph will tell you the news. II
can no longer write on commonplace
themes. form the letters which com
pose your name, Julie, and Instantly nv
pen Is dipped In love; it flows from nv
hnger-tips in mellow showers NV heart
Is hooded In raptnrous bath of fond
remembrance and out-gushing affection.
1t throbs wildly with the lighted incense
fires of sweet idolatry.
1our letter lies before me-your bon
ME wee letter, with it's dainty chirogra-
phy-which is substance, O part and
parcel of Julie herself. It bears the inn
press of her hand-it breathes the balmy
fragrance OF her own presence. These
words catch my eye-"Think of me.
then, Karl" Then? When, Julie?
When do I not think of thee? When
dawn kindles in the glowing East, my
thoughts are of Julie; when the hum
ming bird fits from the green boughs to
the honey-cups; when the dew-sheen
6athes the sleeping flowers; when the
dreamy evening star peeps upon my love
from the cerulean veil of night; when
the cry stal moon climbs the star-lit walls
OF Heaven, Men my thoughts are of Ju-
lle-still Julie! only Juliet
Notbrlghter than my love is that star
not iairer nor purer is the queen of night;
and oluer than the bluest sky or velvet
pansy blooms, is jules violet ewes. Her
blush is moro radiant than the dawn
flush Of day; her voice is n murmuripc
well of liquid melody, whose silycrv
chimes echo deep down in the ravishe ed
dells OF my soul; her beauteous shape is
the embodiment of thought conceived
IN celestial spheres; her brows are pen
cllled rays OF sun-streaks, darkened upon
q crust of snow; her teeth are rich pearls
from the coast of Ceylon-and her blue
veined hand is winter than White sea- !
foam, and
"-softer than down or
The silver-leaTcd flower"
Julie has coral lips, whose cherry
bloom is sweeter than honey; whose
touch is soft watt of felicity, caught |
from Elysium; whose breath is q dis
titled May zephyr, fresh from beds of |
musk, roses and myrrh! My love is n
sea Jewel! a goddessl dove-eycd houri!
q queen who reigns prc-eminent over the |
dominions of my being, whose palace is
q fairy castle erected in my heart!
Where is my love? and what doing?
May angels guard her and the God of
the universe take her in his keeping.
Julie. speak to me! Send your heart to
me! Write me! My famished soul
Graves iove-manna; my parched and
aching lips would fain drink draupht
OF beauty from your smile.
embrace my love; my arms nre
around her; she is close to nv heart! In
her little pink car 1 am Whispering.
Julie, L love you," and though Jnlie
speaks not, yet Julie must love me, too,
oil,