The Brookhaven leader., 1884-05-22


and her lover, Mr.. Holiday, who were
drownded in Pearl River, at Monticello,
while attempting to reach the home of the
| ArringtOns, i'll skiff.
The writer was then small child, and,
of course, had to draw SOMEWHAT upos
her imagination. The remains of the un-
fortunate couple, were found some days
after the sad occurrence, on sand bar
below Monticello, with the hand she had
plighted him, clasped in his own. 'Peace
to their souls forever" =. c. ii.
You know that "Crtics are fierce inquisi-
tors of wit"
Therefore am forced to treu lie just a
little bit,
And crave your mercy.
Dear friends, | will talk of the long a go,
For the world was taircr then, you know;
At least it was sol think,
On that eve, when Il child with laughing
eyes,
Which rivaled the hues. of summer skies,
Sat Just on the rivers brink.
Lay II0 HtI lttt III the IloN my llN',
Which tloatcd the water-lilics wide,
That lay on its bosom dreaming.
Laying her feet so shapely and white;
lou would have thought her Water
Spritc.'
50 beautiful was the seeming!
The setting sun was sinking to rest,
Behind green pines which skiItcd the
west,
And tinged with golden glory
Her flowing lair; i'll its soft, mellow
CLEAN,
She appeared as fair, as a "poct's dream;"
This little maid of my story.
She gazed at the lilies with childish de
light,
Their green leaves first in-thcn ont of
sight;
What held them there. was a wonder!
It must be shallow, just there, where they
She wanted to take mamma" one or two,
Nor feard the depth that lay under.
So, gently she slid, from the mossy bank
Down, down mid the lilies, SO cold and
Hank--
That her sweet chin gan to quivc';
With parted lips, and with batcd breath,
While clutching the flowers, she shriclcd,
"Oh. death!
is waiting me meath the river"
Lower, lower, Till the golden trcSses.
Sunk ont of sight, meath the water
crosses.
oh God. was there none to save!
Should she perish in tliat ynIn rndeavOr,
Alone, N. ath the lilies s'eep forever,
Unknown in a watcry grave?
No, that cry was heard, and whistling
hoy.
With II heart blimning DER with hope
and joy,
Grew hero in an hrur
swift as hind, he flew to the brink,
Where he saw the little truant sink
Beneath the water flowers.
One mowcnt, lifting his glorious eyes
So pleadingly toward the sunset skies,
Then a leap from the messy shore;
\ little wan face, 'mong the lilies fair,
A hand firmly clutci.ing the streaming
hair,
Was seen i'll moment more.
meta, dear Metal" he lovingly sail
She kissed his pale check, and murmured
"My Fred,
III love YOU forever I'm sure
IL know it," he said, as he trudged mp
the hill,
Bearing his burdcn-who doubts hut she
wills
For never heart beat truer:
Years sped on and will take you again,
70 the banks of that dear old river;
The beautiful Pearl, in the olden time.
Seemed fresh from the hand of the Givcr.
With its pebbly beach, III tic soft noon
light;
Its silvery shoals. how they gliStcned:
So thought the youth, who told of his
hopes;
So thought the sweet maid, who listened.
While the frolicsome wind, played ''hidc
and SEEK
In the maiden's beautiful hair,
The silvery rays that fell from the moon,
Seemed to lovingly nestle there!
Caressing the cheek where the rosy
flush,
Betrayed the hearts deep commotion,
Its depths had been stirred by the winged
god,
Like trembling waves of an ocean.
List, list to the words that fall upon her
ear;
Right proudly he walks h. her side;
Though lofty of micn, yet his voice ls.low,
He is pleading now for his bride.
Not far in the distance were seen the
lights
Which ilumed festival hall;
When music arose, she gave him her hand,
And they hurried on, to the ball
EXultant Joy was stamped on his brow,
And shOne ont of his dark hIOwn eye;
The maiden looked like trembling dove,
So harmless, so happy, so shy.
"On with the dance" md she foated
away,
Like a vision of love and light;
How much like an angel, he thought her
then,
In her gossamer robe of white.
O dream of love! Will We linSer lomg'
MAY YOU never know decline.
oh star of hOpei Will you ever sen
All, may you forever shine:
Shine for the maid whose laughing eyes,
Rivaled the hue of summer skies;
Shine for the brave-that whIstlInS boy,
With heart so full of gladstone JOY,
Our hero of an hour!
THE STORM.
While within, all appear happy and
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