Clarksville chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 186?-1872, 1871-05-13

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holding the gorgeous sunsets peculiar
to our region. She would gaze with a
delight unutterable, upon the majes-
tic mountains, the fiowery wales, and
the dashing streams. Her spirit was
ever commanding with Nature, and
Nature was ever elevating 1t by her
teachings. Her existence was pure
and dream. like and her countenance
indicated that she was endowed with
intellectual and moral attributes Of
the most enviable character. From
her soft blue eyes, beamed the light
of love and affection in all Its heav-
enly purity. Her voice was Of touch
ing sweetness and beautiful as
the strains of an Eollan harp-music
gushed from itspontaneously, and no
discordant note ever fell from her lips.
/ was her escort in all her rambles.
We gathered flowers together, and /
made wreaths Of them to Irvine
around her brow. She has been the
brightest spirit Of my dreams for
years, and her image Is ever before
my imagination. l can never forget
the hour that parted us, and the Incl
dents which followed the separation.
was to leave my dear old home TO
try my fortunes In a far-off city. One
could put 1t off no longer--I was to go
the next morning. We had no COM
panions but the moon and the stars,
and the soft airs of q sum mer's night.
"Rosabelle," said /, suppose /
were to leave you, would you forget
me?n sr.- 7Fnsr
No I wouldn't, but you are not
going to leave me-" ,sas asl
Yes, am.r t5l tg
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"Why very soon--to -m-m-0r-row."
I felt q Choking sensation coming
upon me, and could not at the time
utter another word. las M
Rosabelle laid her hand upon my
arm, and lifting her eyes up.to mine,
saw the tears starting from them. ]
soon recovered, and gave vent to my
pent-up feelings, in the most passion
ate language / could command. /
told her how dearly I loved her, and
how often dreamed and thought Of
her. spoke of the happy hours we
had spent together, and how fondly
looked upon the record oil them i'm
pressed upon my heart. 1 told her
I" they were sweet to think off, and
that their freshness and beauty would
never fade from my memory. We
were together until a late hour. /
rose several times to leave but she
drew me back and said, that it was
yet early-that must not go-that
she had so much to tell me.n She
promised to write to me long letter
in three days after my departure, and
no one should ever find out anything
about it. She would commence it:
Dear Paul, and sign 1t Virginia..
land that I must answer II as soon as
l had read it. i was to tell her how
/ liked my new home, and whether
had made the ACQUAINTANCE of any
pretty girls, and indeed everything
about myself. All this I swore to
perf0rm-I told her could write O
Whole volume about her, and that as
soon rs had finished the letter
would write on the back OF it, a. In
great haste" so the postmasters
would imagine II of much import
ance, and she would probably get 1t
half day sooner Ivy its being thus
endorsed.
We parted at last, and the chaste
moon and stars witnessed the pledges
Of eternal devotion we made TO each
other. They were written in tears, and
sealed with rapturous kiss of love.
After a restless night, the morning
came. found my pillow wet with
tears, and my heart sad and disconso-
late. / ate but little breakfa fast and
believed my appetite gone forever.
The coach came at seven O'Clock,
and my trunk was brought out and
placed in the boot. l then bnde
everybody "good bye" entered
the door, and the driver, crack
cd his whip, and Off we started.
There were two passengers beside N.Y.
self, one, big old fellow, who was
smoking a most villianOus cigar, and
the other, boy about my age. We
had proceeded only short distance
when we were stopped by little SER
want girl, / had often seen waiting
upon Rosabelle. She banded me a
small package, my name was written
upon IL, and l knew in O moment
where it came from, for the writing
was as familiar to me as my own. I
threw her u quarter, and thrust 1t in
my bosom. The boy looked as If he
would give most nything to see its
contents, but l determined that !
| would not crafty him. I under
stood thing or two; knew why the
girl did not give me the package at
the gate; she played her part well,
and / paid her literally for doing 1t.
"Ah happy years, once more, who
would not be a boy.1
My old home was soon lost I'm the
distance, but my spirit was there with
Rosabelle, and still wandered with
her, about our favorite haunts. The
sun was now high in the heavens,
and the shadows of the morning were
getting shorter and shorter. The dew
was sparkling OH the grass and the
wild flowers here and there, rs the
rays Of the sun would glance upon
them through the foliage Of the trees.
The birds We're singing and the SPUR
rels were skipping about and barking
on old stumps and f,llen timber. All
nature was smiling, and everything
appeared bright and happy but my
self.
My fellow travellers annoyed me
very much, the boy particularly. He
asked me my name, and where was
going-where WAS from, and my
age and a thousand other impertinent
questions OF which l replied to
In a manner, that would have i'm
pressed any other boy, thought,
with the idea, that he was not max
ing himself at all agreeable to me.
The old fellow swOre / was In love-
said, "that he knew when a boy was
In love-" and asked me great many
impudent questions about "a ring wore
on the little finger of my left hand,
lone that Rosabeile had given mel he
said that he reckoned my sweet
heart gave IL tn me" and asked me II
she was purity" and how often
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