The Van Buren press., 1875-04-06
MISCELLANY.
Heart, Cross and Anchor.

" One more song, Carol, darling A
parting song that shall iIl my heart with
music that must endure for two years
tive long, long years to be pass ID in In
dia No Others tones will touch an an
swering chord IN my soul and feel al
most selfish enough to wish yours shoud
not fall on other ears when / am gone.
But this you must promise, this song
you will not sing again to any one 1t
shall be kept sacred to the memory Of
| this hour
Il will promise, Edgar Neither this,
nor the Welcome Greeting will | sing
again until to you,' answered Caroline
Then, turning to the piano, she began
her song, Never had she sHny so WE'LL
! Her soul was in her tones, and when she
ceased, and turned to her lover, be OK
claimed, F" Beautiful! beautiful! Doyou
know, my caroling daring, that you have
a fortune of surcr possession in your
voice than all your fathers wealth Bat,
come; bid me good bye with smiles not
tears, The time Of going i very near
/ | must hasten" a..
| She put forth her hand NE caught it,
and drew her to his bosom. AS he re
leased her, bracelet caught in his but
ton and broke. The little charmS--cross,
| heart and snchor--that were attached to
it separated, the cross still hanging 10 the
button; the others falling at Caroline's
| feet
With frightened look she pointed to
the broken trinket and said, I" q, Edgar,
! this is an omen Of coming evil, | know.
Your gift thus broken, and at such n
time z"
Nonsense! Atyour feet behold my
heart hnd hope; aud on my bosom lies
our faith. Here, put piece Of ribbon
or something in this little cross. and
will wear it till we meet again"
when shall that be p asked Caroline
in mournrul voice.
"Still superstitions ?" said Edgar.
l feel a presentment, Edgar, that
years will pass before we meet again, if
ever. But, here, take this cross; | will
have faith. See l have wrapped round
it a piece Of my hair. Now, whatever the
future may bring, and wherever you may
Caroline said, her vol ccfull of mournful
tenderness.
80, Carol, pray do not talk so You
impress me with your gloom. Come,
cheer up, and own, too. that you are afraid
to trust me in the constant society OF
Miss Erving; but you need have no fears
about her. Even though ! should think
,f Ia, 81, f.
age her fathers secretary when she can
aspire to a higher position"
a look Of reproach was Caroine's re.
ply to Edgar's words. And when he
again pressed her to his heart, in his final
farewell, and left her, she felt then as if
it were forever.
Before two years had passed there
came great financial crisis, in which
many Of the wcalthcst reii-Caroline
Ainsworth's father among u.sSfrst When
poverty was threatening, not for herself
did she tremble, but for these dear ones.
then aged, and i'll able to bear either the
shock or its results. Then Edgar's word
came back to her She had fortune in
her voice. Cheerfnlly, hopefully, she
went to work And then, how eagerly
she watched for the coming of Edgar's
letter of sympathy and Encouragement
av, that most of all, which should sus.
tain her, his words of lovs The letter
came o, the cold, cruel Letter, which for
time swept faith, hope aud almost rea-
son from her mind and heart.
A little while only, and hen she rose
above the sorrow man has caused, and
bravely went to work C,mly she re.
read his letter, asking to bereleased from
his VOWS. Business still retaining him
with Mr. Erving in India, lc should not
return to England at prcsQt and as, oi
course, her plans for the future would
engross her completely, se woull agree
with him it would be bettcl and no doubt
also agreeable to her to byfrec
You are Free were tic only words
! Caroline in wrote reply.
A year spent in study in Italy, and
winning encouragement tom the best
masters, and then tu try Ter power Sue
cess followed, and fame Drowned he
with laurels. She was thacknowledgcd
prima donna Of the age.
Teach her to love, andthcn hers viii
be music divine. Power passion, pa
| thos--shc has all but thy have been
acquired from great mastds The want.
ing power must be Of heself, from her
own soul, said the old cdniseurs
] Seven years had wingd their flight