New Orleans Republican. [volume] (New Orleans, La) 1867-1878, 1876-03-19

and how strangely they lose each other,
said I, and at the same time siezed he.
hand and felt that We were again togethe'
and close beside each other.
"But it is their own fault If they los,
each other, she continued, and her voice
that seemed ever to accompany her words
like music, changed involuntarily to 6
softer key.
Eyes, that it is indeed, replied; .sbut
first tell me, are you well aud may tall
with your"
MY dear friend, " she said smiling, IL
am always ill; that you know; and when
say that feel we'll. I only do it to please
| my old Hofrath; for he is firmly con-
WINGED that from my first years owe my
whole life to him and his art alone. Be-
fore l left the Capital gave him great
fright, for one evening my heart suddenly
ceased to beat, and felt such anxiety
that I thoughtit would never begin again.
But that is past, and why should we speak
Of it7 Only one thing troubled me. 1
always thought would close my eyes in
perfect rest; but now feel that my suf-
ferings will disturb and embitter my de-
parture from this life" Then she laid
her hand npon her heart and said: ''But
tell me where you have been, and why I
have not heard from you this long timer
The old Hofrath gave me SO many reasons
for your sudden departure that at last 1
told him did not believe him, and then
he gave me the most incredible of all rea-
sons. Guess what that was
ut may appear Incredible" inter-
rupted her so that she might not utter
the word; land still perhaps it was too
true. But that, too. is past, and why
should We speak of it,"
"But no, my FRIEND" said she, why
should that be past? told the Hofrath
when he gave me his reason for your
leaving so suddenly that could under
stand neither You nor him. am poor,
sick, forsaken being, and my earthly exist
ence is nothing but slow death. Now,
if Heaven has sent me two souls that un-
derstand me; or, as the Hofrsth expresses
it, that love me, why should this disturb
either my peace or theirs? ! had just
been reading my favorite poet, Words
worth, when the Hofrath made his con-
fession to me, and said, My dear Hof-
rath, we have SO many thoughts and so
few words that We must put many
thoughts into every word Any one that
did not know US, hearing that our young
friend loves me, or him. might think
that it was as Romeo loved Juliet and as
Juliet loved Romeo, and then you would
have been quite right in saying that
could not be. But you love me, too, my
old friend, do you not2 and love You,
and have loved you for many years, AID
have never confessed 1t to you perhaps,
but have neither been desperate nor un-
happy for that Yes, my dear Hofrath, 1 |
will tell you more, l believe that you have
an unhappy love for me. and are jealous
Of our young friend.
"'Do you not come every morning to
know how / am, even when you know that |
am quite well? Do you not bring me |
the choicest flowers from your garden? |
Did not have to give you my picture,
1 should not betray ibid |
you not come last Sunday into my room,
when You thought was asleep l really |
vas asleep; at least, could not have
moved; but l saw you on the side of my |
led a long time, your eyes turned fxedly
1pon me-snd I felt them like sunbeams,
hat played upon my face. At last your
yes grew dim, and felt big tears fall
Town from them. Then you hid your face
n your hands, and sobbed aloud: MARY,
Nary" o, my dear Hbfrath. our young
riend never did that, and still you sent
lin away As spoke to him, half in
est half in earnest, as always speak, I
cit that had panied the old man.
"He became silent, and was as much
shamed as child. I took up q volume
f Wordsworth's poems, which l had
ust been reading, and said: Here is an
ther old man that love, that I love
With my whole heart, that understands
ne and that understand, and still have
ever seen him, and never shall see him.
% it is in this world! I will read a poem
+ his to you, and You shall see how one
an love, and that love is a tranquil bless
,g that the lover lays ON the head OF his
eloved aud continues his way in blissful
Then I read Wordsworth's
Highland Girl to him, and now, my
Fieud, move the lamp nearer and read
,e that poem again, for it refreshes me
8 often as hear it; spirit is in it like
ne still infinite sunset glow that over
here stretches forth his arms lovingly,
Ill of blessing, over the pure breast
the snow-covered mountains."
As her words resounded so slowly and
uietly in my eoul, within my breast too
Il became still and solemn; the storm was
asst and her image dosted like the silver
ght of the moon upon the lightly moved
aves of my love-of this world-sea
lat flows through the heart of all man.
ind, and that every one calls their own
lille it is an illuminating pulse of all
I would rather have been
lent like nature, that lay without before
ar view and that Orow ovar cti1lor ard |