The people's journal. (Pickens, S.C.) 1891-1903, 1899-03-23

bontas through the Randolphs Of Y. r.
ginia. That Indian maiden had love6
Captain John Smith, and as had 8
strain OF Smith blood in my veins / saw
no reason why this maiden should moi
love me and ! determined to play the
spider myself.
The village graveyard was near the
big gate that stood at the end Of the
avenue that led to her fathers house
A smart young lawyer of the town had
begun his visitations at the paternal
mansion with serious intent, but one
dark night he became frightened near
the graveyard and declared that some
| body shot at him. had begun my
visits, too, and 1t was whispered around
| that 1t was [ who.haunted the young
lawyer and scared him of the track.
OF course there was no truth in this,
Tor did not banker after any close
communion with ghosts or graveyards
myself and 1t took me long time to
overcome my superstition and to feel
calm and serene on the way But 1
did, and sometimes would got within
the enclosure and sit upon tombstone
and ruminate and wait for the spirits to
come.
But this little narrative Is becoming
tedious. 10 mo it is lengthened sweet
ness long drawn out, for it did not take
me long to fall deeply, desperately,
devntedly IN love and my opinion was
then and still Is, that Cupid shot us
both at once with the same arrow. A
girl OF siXtecn who has nevor had
lover is easily captured by smart,
handsome, promising young man, and
my wife will toll you that | was all Of
that and moro, too.
l remember, oh yes, [ remember
how ono moonlight night, when we
were taking q walk with party Of
young people and | had ventured to
tako her hand in mino as [ recited
somo pretty verses from Goldsmith's
" Hermit" l said 'And now, nv
dear girl, why shouldent we lo7e each
other and mate and marry like the
birds" The gentlo pressure OF her
hand was answer enough and drew
her closer to mo and kissed hcr,
"She wept with pity and delight,
She blushcd with love and virgin shame,
And like the murmur Of q dream
| heard her breathe my name.'
"She half inclosed me in her arms,
She pressed me with o meek embrace,
And bonding back her head looked up
And gazcd into my face"
That is the way that Coleridgo won
his Gcncvicve-his bright and beau
teous bride; and on that same limo did
| win mine. She WAS not my first love,
| but was hers, bless her heart
| On love. delicious, angelic love, the
| boon from heaven, the comfort of the
soul When | was young my father
made me commit to memory the
"uormit" and Genevievc," Tho
Song Of the Shirt" "Gray's Elcgy,"
"Marco Bozaris " and MANY OTHER
pathetic pieces, and | love to recall
them, for thcro is no such poetry
written now. They help to mold and
establish tho emotional character of
the young and to fix their moral prin
clplcs. Hc had fear OF Byron and
Kept 1t from nc until | was Older
byron, OF whOm McCaulcy said: ellis
ethics were compounded OF misunthropy
ana v0lupt)Nuncsa and whose two com
mandmCnta were to hate YOUR neigh
Dor and love your neigh boris wife"
cannot Wrlto poetry, but | love to re-
cite 1t. Sometimes. when | have been
long absent, | wOnld slip In at night
and surprise my wife and children as
thcy were gathered around tho hearth
sGono' ana gently CEsulng the door, OK
iurp Angelina, over dear,
&.y charmer, turn to SEQ
Thine own, thy long lost William here,
Restored to heaven and thoo."
| Such sweet cOurtcsios holp to restore
the equilibrium between tho joys and
sorrows, the ups and down Of married.
life. We can make it happy IL we
choose, but 0n6 cannot make It 80
alone. 1t takes two-for happint s..
was born twin. BILL ARP