The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1873-01-31

were my opportunities of attracting he1
notice, was not entirely Indifferent to
her. For example, on leaving home,
she usually crossed to the opposite side
of the street for, had she passed close
to my windows, she guessed that, in
tently occupied as I chose to appear, /
could not raise my eyes from my book
then, as she came near my house, there
was always something to say, in rather
a louder tone, as, Take care, mamma
lean heavier on me; do you feel cold ?''
1 then raised my eyes, looked at her,
saluted her, and generally encountered
the transient glance of my divinity,
who with a blush, lowered her eyes, and
returned my salute. The mother, all en-
velOped in clOaks and hoods saw nothing.
I saw everything surrendered my
heart. A slight circumstance augmented
my hopes. Ihad published can Abridg-
ment of Practical Philosophy" It was
an extract from my course of lectures,
was successful, and the edition was sold.
My bookseller aware that had some
! copies remaining, came to beg one for
customer of his, who was extremely
anxious to get it; and he named Ma
demoiselle Amelia Belmont. I actually
blushed with pleasure; to conceal my
embarrassment, I laughingly inquired
what could girl of her age want with
so serious a work?
''To read it, sir, doubtless" replied
the bookseller; '' MadamOiselle Amelia
does not resemble the generality of
young ladies she prefers useful to
amusing books" He then mentioned
the names of several that he had lately
sent her, and gave me a high opinion of
! her taste.
''' From her impatience for your
book, added he, I can answer for it,
that it will be pursued with great
pleasure more than ten messages have
been sent at last I promised it to-
morrow, and I beg of you to allow me
to keep my word.
'' I thrilled with Joy as I gave him the
volumes, at the idea that Amelia would
read my sentiments, and that she would
learn to know me.
October arrived, and with it my fifty
vases of rose-trees for which, of
course they made me pay what they
chose and I was as delighted to count
! them in my room as a miser would his
sacks of gold. They all looked rather
Ianguishing, but then it was because
/ they had not yet reconciled themselves
TO the new earth. read all that was
ever written on the culture of roses
with much more attention than had
| formerly read nay old philosophers ; and
I ended as wise as I began. perceived
| that this science, like all others, has no
| fixed rules, and that each vaunts his
/ system, and believes it the best. One
of my gardener authors would have the
rose-trees as much as possible in the
open air; another recommended their
| being kept close shut up; one ordered
constant watering another absolutely
| forbade it. 1t is thus with the edu-
cation of man, said I, closing the vol
umes in vexation- Always in extremes;
| let us try the medium between these
opposite opinions I established a good
thermometer in my room, and, accord
ing to its dictations, I put them outside
the windows or took them in; you may
/ guess that fifty vases, to which I gave
this exercise three or four times a day
according to the variations of the at
mosphere, did not leave me much idle
time and this was the occupation of
professor of philosophy All, well
might they have taken his chair from and
sent him back to school, a thousand
times more childish than the youngest
of those pupils to whom 1 hurried over
the customary routine of philosophical
lessons. Ny whole mind was fixed on
Amelia and my rose-tree.
''The death of the greater number of
my eLeUes, however, soon ightened my
labor; more than half of them never
struck root. I flung them into
the fire; a fourth part of those
that remained, after unfolding some
little leaves, stopped there. Several
assumed a blackish, yellow tint, and
gave me hopes of beautifying; some
fourished surprisingly, but only in
leaves others, to my great JOY, were
covered with buds but, in a few days,
they always got that little yellow
circle which the gardeners call the col
lar, and which is to them mortal NAL
ady their stalks twisted they dropped;
and finally fell, one after the other,
to the earth-nOt single bud remaining
on my poor trees. This withered my
hopes and the more care [ took of my
invalids-the more I hawked them from
window to window-the worse they grew.
At last one of them, and but one, prom
ised to reward my trouble. Thickly
covered with leaves, it formed a hand
some bush, from the middle of which
sprung out a fine, vigorous branch,
crowned with six beautiful buds tina
got no cOllar-grew, and even discov-
cred, through their calices, slight
rose-tint. There were still six long
weeks before the new year, and certain
ly four, at least, of my precious buds
would be blown by that time. Behold
me now recompensed for all my pains
Hope re-entered my heart, and every
moment I looked on my beauteous in
troducer with complacency.
s'On the 9th of NOvember-a day
which I can never forget-the sun
rose in all its brilliance. I thanked
heaven, and hastened to place my rose
tree. and such of its companions as yet
survived, on a peristyle in the court.