Wessington Springs herald. (Wessington Springs, Aurora County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1891, 1885-02-20

in awe of her. 81 suppose I should,
have pretty much the same feeling III
an angel were to come from Heaven
and be my dearest friend-only the an
gel could not have the tenderest of hu,
man natures, too, the sense of which is
mingled with this sentiment. He can
not understand the mystery of his awe
and love; ssmethinks it converts my
love into religion" And he never read
a letter from her without first washing
his hands.
AS time passes..and their personal in
terests become more intermingled he
ssum that right to guide, moderate
and restrain her feelings which it was
inevitable he should assume even to
the angel. If, however, he becomes
mandatory in the sweetest of loving
ways, he also becomes more caressing.
He is sure he might have written poetry
since he was in love if he had only the
gift of making rhymes. He is sure she
IS a poem. Epic? No. A sonnet?
No, 'sfor that is too labored and artifi-
cial." She was a s'sort of sweet, SIM
pie, gay, pathetic ballad, which nature
is singing sometimes with tears, some
times with smiles" and sometimes
with both. After this frenzy of the
gods had existed between them for a
year, she defined beauty with all the
gravity of Burke MY definition of
beauty is that it is love, and. therefore,
includes both truth and good" Sus-
picious of the logic of her philosophy,
she adds: 'But those only who love as
we do can feel the significance and
force of this. The last day OF the year
she sends him a delicious message:
sGod bless you this night of the cid
year. 1t has proved the year of cur
nativity. Has not the old earth passed
away from us? Are not all things
new?:"
She has hurt a finger; he warns he1
that if it is not well soon he will senG
her the best surgeon in Boston. She
paints; the pictures will be more pre-
cious to him ethan all the productions
OF all the painters since Apellesw She
painted him and her in a little land
scape, and he goes into raptures over
tiny figures doubtless looking as much
like Sancho Panza and Guienevere as
like that of Nathaniel and ..lis own
Sophie" He would not hang the pre-
cious things on the wall for fear of dust
and the fingers of the chambermaid.
Indeed, he was the maddest of lovers,
if ever one We're madden than another.
He closes letter with .'Belovedest,
| love thee very especially much to-day.
But now it is breakfast time. and;'--
alas! even Love must eat-'.and I have
an appetite" That makes her break
fast of the tenderest Importance.
\Nhot lil N, .,,t r,, l,,,)f,,AD I),4
l know very well that you never eat
anything but bread andmilk and chick
ems" A good enough diet for Love
Still he would know something more:
':Do you love pigeons in a pie?"
From Brook Farm Hawthorne wrote
his dearest unutterably" very plain
matters-about blowing and planting
and manuring and milking; While the
''thin frock you made for me" is con-
sidered "a most excellent article" 1t
might even attain the dignity Of becom-
ing the summer uniform of the com
munity. He assured her that he had
also a warm frock, though rather de-
ticient in grace, and that he Wore a
tremendous pair of cow-hide boots with
soles two inches thick. These realities
~ SiAttAAAliSAS oI1i1hLCI "iUI Jig
daintiest and sweetest of tid-b.ts of de-
v%otion, all spooned out as it were with
the grace of a cavalier and tho softness
of a nurse coaNing a frail child to tryto
eat and be good and get well, for
Sophia Peabody was an invalid all this
time. No proof of her lovers affection
could be more explicit than his assur-
ance that he would rather she should
never paint OF sculpture, if her health
was to be in the least injured by the
effort. cit would be no trouble to me
if you should never touch clay or can
vas again" ".o
The sad sarcasm we have had of late
on such love-the Bulwer Lytton let
tiers, OF similar intensity and surpass-
ing ardor, but lacking the dignity and
nobleness of these-happily finds no
corresponding sequel in the welded life
Of Nathaniel Hawthorne and Sophia
Peabody. There was no disenchantment.
Faithful and fond to the end, they made
life blissful for each other, and the per-
fume of the roses of their courtship was
scattered over their graves. ''Year by
year we shall grow closer to each other.
and a thousand ages hence we shall be
only in the honeymoon of u mar
rage" Twenty-Five years of domestic
life never surprised a shadow on the
heart of either to the other, and when
death claimed the widow she anticipat-
ed his summons as if she saw the hand
of her husband reckoning in the vista
of the thousand ages of happiness of
which the lover had written.
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