The Hickman courier. [volume] (Hickman, Ky.) 1859-current, 1873-02-01
TIE ROSE IN JANUARY.

1 had the good fortune to become ac-
quainted, in his old age, with the cele-
brated Wieland, and to be often admit
ted to his table. 1t was there that, an
1 mated by Rhenish, he loved to re
/ count the anecdotes of his youth, and
with gaiety and naiUete which render
ed them extremely interesting. His
age, his learning, his celebrity, no
longer threw us to distance, and we
laughed with him as joyously as he
himself laughed in relating the little
adventure which I now attempt to re-
late 1t had a chief influence ON his
life, and it was that which he was fond
est of retracing, and retraced with most
piquancy l can well remember his
words but there are still wanting the
expression of his fine countenance his
hair, white as snow, gracefully curling
around his head his blue eyes, some
what faded by years, yet still announc-
ing his genius and depth of thought
his brow, touched with lines of reflection,
but open, elevated, and of distinguish
ed character his smile full of benev-
olence and candor. 50 / was handsome
enough, " he used sometimes to say TO
us-and no one who Looked at him
could doubt it-''but / was not
slnaiaDIs. for a saua1zl rarely is" ha ,
would add, laughingIy-and this every
one doubted so to prove it, he recount
ed the little history that follows:
q was not quite thirty, said he to
us, 7" when I obtained the chair of phil
osophical professor in this college, in
the most fattering manner need not
tell you that my amour 1oropre was
gratified by distinction rare enough at
my age. L certainly had worked for
it formerly: but at the moment it came
to me, another species of philosophy
occupied me much more deeply, and
L would have given more to know
what passed in one heart, than to have
had power to analyze those of all man
kind. / was passionately in love and
you all know, hope, that when love
takes possession of young head, adieu
to everything else: there is no room for
any other thought. My table was GOV.
cred with folios of all colors, quires of
paper of all sizes, journals of all species,
catalogues of books; in short, of all
that one finds on professors table but
of the whole circle of science, hads
studied only the article Rose, whether
in the Encyclopedia. the botanical
books, or all the gardeners calendars
I could meet with You shall learn
presently what led me to this study,
and why it was my windows was always
open, even during the coldest days All
this was connected with the passion by
which was possessed, and which had
become my sole thought. l cannot well
say at this moment how my lectures and
courses got on but this 1 know, that
more than once l have said g Amelia,
instead of philosophy"
'' 1t was the name of my beauty-in
fact, OF the beauty of the University
Mademoiselle Belmont. Her father,
distinguished officer, had died on the
field of battle. She occupied, with her
mother, a large and handsome house in
the street in which L lived, on the same
side, and few doors distant This
mother, wise and prudent, obliged by
circumstances to inhabit city filed
with young students from all parts, and
having so charming a daughter, never
suffered her moment from her sight,
either in or out of doors. But the good
lady passionately loved company and
cards. and, to reconcile her tastes
with her duties, she carried Amelia with
her to all assemblies of dowagers, pro-
fessor's wives, canonesses, ETC., etc,
where the poor girl ela1uyed herself to
death with hemming or knitting beside
her mothers card-table. But you ought
TO have been informed, that no student,
no man under fifty, was admitted. had
then, but little chance of conveying my
sentiments TO Amelia. / am sure, how
ever, that no other than myself would
have discovered this chance but was
1 imbibed this passion from Amelia's
beautiful dark eyes, mine, having been.
always fixed upon Latin, Greek, Hebrew,
Chaldaic, ETC., understood nothing at
all of the language of the heart. 1t
was at an old lady's, to whom l was
INTRODUCED, that became acquainted with
Amelia, my destiny led me to her house
on the evening of her assembly; she
received ne; saw Mademoiselle de Bel
mont, and from that instant her image
was engraven in lines of fire on my
heart. The mother frowned at the
sight of a well-looking young man ; but
my timid grave and somewhat pedantic
air, reassured her. There were a few
other yolng persons-daughters and
neices of the lady of the mansion it
was summer; they obtained permission
to walk in the gaden, under the window
of the saloon, and the eyes of their
| mammas. 1 followed them; and, with