El portal THE EVENING IMAIEPIISTC/NE (ilndly 1101 Y Vo. aUlrvr ' , Mid it, I ' orl ho tiny' And the {Cray anti solovon I wilhfht, FOIIOWS "): Shadows lengthen toi the tla,t ntont• 111,0 giants thn tn.h the ylnottl. ; Wander past the Creep artuittul the t:t.o.'ll Draw the ourtait the s lutttots! t Nave the slippers 11 It. f To' Though the mule nit d 'omit% Inutters, ll'hat care IVO (Or wind /41,1111'S what car , w , for nu: traril seepliott? Firi<h• Forttior's Mara or sniiitt, lf around us lilt e ls 1 onspillo4-- Love can human Ills 1 : 'Neath the .-iitaqe roof nod po mn , From the pealqtait le the 1:11... All are qualltrpt from life's chalice, linhLlra that enchaottpeot Orates Are pri. ,, Wiluz. music fimriv;! From ti lo s, lips Ire lose the Loot : Oh, the jo3-- , h,• 'chow. are hearts Whilh tii Hearts that t lir it +skit eager Heart s that et•lin to our .ml.-- 11'1100 font) rare and haunting - slit. Mingle reler ITS look o r tome. Care nosy tread tho. halls of has li lii.- :'11.1114 , 52 , haunt OP' Illithlight 1p Mit OM Hcird and wltelilio- Itrings the zlio, ik•g Altar nf tar holiest feelings'. reinenitiereil Sitiril-yearnings-,-pioni.rol r ah., 11'reat itinntietal round tr. ii i;rlcrt (rut! A STORY OF THE HEARI ‘• I FRIV 11%1 i'•: , lii tLr 11“ , ttf yttlolt. Amt Itulli Nom y, ttittg, t t . e %kV.. I. tLat i, ilt..:,iral‘'A.,,ndko,•l:. 41 -41 -- tir.it — i - 74 , 10 - riviv; - ilnyfilii , (l l c n ltdwirers. With tiotliitor to rt tat , l ft:, .k * lir flu t%t. kt, (HI I.:tt 1111' hi ilnim 11 as :is calm ;is "iinnior rvc, :ind aii iiinlonibid us IL.- 111.14 , - .1,11;1111"nd . , I.llT:inis. 'Hwy ;try tin• id 'l- ciryl,•; fir theni - 111,, singing ins t• qvailies and tho it .• -iamorcd r gain \raft.; it, s\%(•i•tili, , en 11H. midnight air; and n dark, laugl , Mii - ore. and_ ;in aubtlim I ress, and a idomiiing c h i,in !III111(1 applallSt• lwrever they are eII. It t Ow most !.., , ininis in branti, is ilia( whii•li is I,on'ort ith the litie of "village Lilies nil are untainted by the alrectatiuns of Ilu r;,-12- i'•)n;thle Nvurld, and ennibine,a SNVI t'i 11(•S`i and •inildivity of (Imraeter which winning. For them the brightest fiowers culled, and the deepest ravines are l!Nploreil by rival and adventurous youths : ninny aro the feats of agility and strength the fund regard of their• suitors ; and I eau conceive no ohject iu nature sn iotere:ding :LA a %-illage belle, crowned oth a lia•l cu l of timers from la'r natl\•(' vale, and lid c a gentle monarch the feelings and pas sions of her many admirers. • Such an one was Alice Sinclair. At sev ,.fiteen she ha r q . like the opening rose-bud irk) e'om:ulhnod, yet seemed all. unennsei n a s ef the charms :The so eminently poss.cs•4ed.— She might have heel a despot over the heart.: which bowed at the shrine of her beauty and Her virtues, but gazed with indifrerence ou the sacrifices she had never demanded. ,tier name was upon every tongue; her praises were echoed by every hachelor in his retire ment; and many were the romantic gallants who serenaded at midnight beneath her Int tice,'pouring forth all that eloquence of song which only lovers can appreciate. Indeed, she seemed worthy of all this adoration, pos sessing, as she did, the sylphlike form, the auburn truss, the blooming cheek, and the nameless magic of the dark-blue eve, which rioets and primers delight to contemplate,— Still, Alice Sinelair had never loved ! If there was any thing in which she delHit ed, with all the tenderness of a snseePtlide heart, if ivas music. Site Av.;4l listen eager ly for the ftintest note which was bornee her ear, and was herself Most accomplishil In all the graces of the heavenly art. When ever in the crowded circle she touched the keys of 'the piano, and warbled one of lie. .favorite airs, every ear would be on the idert to catch the whining melody. Her window overlooked a flower garden which she had nurtured with her own hand ; and very often when the stars We're just peeping through the mists of twilight, front that window might be heard the low tverbling of a mellow voice, and the faint tinkling of a guitar stealing on the car with it melody whose captivating in fluence no human fortitude could resist. It - was somethiy too pure, too ethereal for earth, - and to 'elegiac the dark-eyed girl with her ringlets waving in the evening Wind, and to drink in the melody of her guitar,to inhale the dewy sweetness of her favorite bower, rind Co have the tisene melloweilhy the mag ic light of the evening stars, was a 'tepid ness %Odell ens only; be exceeded by ihe bliss Of heaven. I;ut thei.o in 'the line ;of even one. On 4)TIP thisilt'y•d:' V Or ill I: ' ever. She entered with n merry heart, into ell the delights of the occaiion, and looked with undiscriminating thvor on the attentions of her various suitors. • licr heart was beny ,, ant with.the brie•htes! anticipations; her eye ' as brillitW as the gem which sparkled upon lieu-brok; and newt before , in the' eyes of I)4admiyers, lied her beauty seemed Irin ning,Or Omit• idol sorwortliy of their idolatry. , 11 bile hi `r merriment was Most boisterous, Pr eye 1 , 11 easily upon the form of a siren. re r who moved amid the assembly with all the native ease and polish of a ,4ntleman. ife stiaidin a remote corner of the hall, and Iroiv and then, through the throng which had , gathered around her, Alice could catch 2. - limpqes of a tall commanding flint), a pale, melancholy brow, and a dark eye that beam• e.l tenderly on the lady who stood beside him. Vor once the village belle saw one whom she thought slw could love. A strange, indefin able feeling came over bier; she heeded not hr rohdations of flattery ; the illuminated )111 and the array of beauty and aAion S'‘N ill i n indistinct images before her; lor the first time during a long inter`- r:. 1„•r suitors were unable to account h-r oi their attentions. 1"6• Imomcrits p t lssed a w ay—t e th e sen e..rion, girl. it seemed more like the derirtare or an hour. The. interesting -tr,im f ri* NV:IS reildOCtell to the piano, and as t,: i, 11,1 the tna:-ic ke6, every eve was throod n ,cm him in wonder at his rare ae- Sinclair. at, in -v-1-1:4-4-1-4 -411 f 41141 11(4 t trin pt - tryC7rTr.Tl, (,i) the perl4,4-1114-r: and ht•artS ItNitreSSed iu 1114 1111'011g1 . haSty prldllde. Fe R II:16;111d air Wk.)] all energy Which thrilled , •‘.•t y pntrint 1,4,401 l in the Cnionteneill;t: with a Inw and ineasured ,traitt, the 'hearer enald nhnost limey hehenrd the the In:mini tread of his country's warrior.; ..t<7lliog 10 the battle field; and then came I r the churi!o. the onset, the thundering of tin ,an t ion, the shoat, the huzza or yiptorr—un il the noit•s gradually (lioll away like tin: dint toncs of a trotllled drum, sounding faintly na Hie distant vale. 'Flip audience l‘tts '.mitt iii ;1 , t1 , 16411111 . 11t and admiration; while he nutsician, after a pause, smiling as it c•nr.sciuus of hi.; sway, touched again the kt , ss of the piano. Now it was in tuned to tlw softer breathings of the tender pa , :•.;ion ; and. accompanying it With a full, mellow voiee, he uttered the melody of a fh vorite love sAms. Alice thought that music had never seemed so delightful, so rich, so soothing; and ,for the first time she could. :,ppreciate the tender sentiment or the lore horn madrigal. The stranger at length ceased, amid the plaudits of the company ; and casting a bur riot glauee around him, his eye fell upon that of Alice, who was regarding him with a 111:1V and ill-disguised interest. lie paused for a moment in admiration of the beautiful girl, who tilt the warm blood rush to her temples, and turned away to hide her confu sion; and when Alice once more ventured to look u it, the handsome stranger was standing, with folded arms, apart from the giddy circle around him. He seemed to he meditating on some all-absorbing theme, perhaps his distant home, or the idol whose image was recalled by the scene he was witnessing ; but, then his eye would resume the wonted ten derness, while with stolen glance he regard ed the blushing features of the village belle. The evening at length closed Alice and the stranger exchanged glances. as she ker. vied from the scene. She sought her cham ber and her couch, but not to slumber. In vain she endeavored to upbraid herself for liaming an attachment,. Mr (Ate she might never again behold ; and vainly strove to rid icule the thought of giving her heart away feu. a sm i ig: She Arose and opened her case ment, that the pure air of heaven mfght play around her brow, and check the excitement of her fevered pulse. The breath 'of the ear ly Spring came laden with the perfumes of her flower garden ; and Alice *. lhought that the stars had never seemed so beautiful as at that moment.. A hurried step was heard beneath her lattice ; the, light notes of a gui tar fell softly on her ear, and the manly voice of the singer thrilled still more gently on her . soul. It Was the eery same voice she had heard in the drawing room, and the notes of the same tender song were k iloating up to her window. She listened with wrapt attention, while strain after strain was wafted to her ear ; and it was not until the serenader's last "Geoll'Night I" had been heard, .and his re 'treating fbotsteps had ce'aSe d to ,echo, that she sought once snore her pillow. it wttothat a slumber as blisSful as am tof in fancy gathered about 'lel., senses ; visions of delight danced before her, and can we won: der, that. amid all her dcotoas, rested u tI;t1 ff qui of the dark ImirtAl Bh'jtitlfer. anti tllartielc Ejer6ltt. . - Arthur Beaumont had come froth the sun ny.land of the south, to complete the course of his professlonal studies.. hie-possessed, to an eminent degree, the handsome exterior which marks the natives of that sultry clime; and was well calculafa to excite (Tie adrni ration of a young and sensitive girl, though the paleness of his brow, the hectic flush up on his cheeks, but too sadly told that con sumption had fixed its hold upon his vitals. His physicians had advised a change.of air to retard the progress of his disease; but there was an image of quiet, resigned melan choly upon his brow which too (dearly re vealed his forebodings of his early doom.— He had not been }trig in the village when Alice first saw him, and had gazed with im partial admiration on the many brilliant eyes and blomning cheeks which had shone upon him ; but the glance which ca usually fell up on Alice Sinclair laid won his exclusive ad. irat ion. hint a few days elapsed before they again met. At an evening party he sought and made her acquaitiTance. Both strove to seem indifferent, and to conceal the feelings which they mutually indulged, lint beneath all their reserve and timidity might be seen the true workings of their attachment. The . y , joined in the seducing labyrinths of the prom enade., and the giddy mazes of the joyous dance ; and when, at the request of Alice, he took his sent tit the piano, her whole sold was wrap( in the melody dint nwohe from the nn ie hQs of the instruniept, Thlls ti;ev gTailinilly progressed in their Inntnal eeufi dencr and nifection and n hen they parted .etinvineed of MAE their deep and unquenchable loves shy - pursue a history that all have„,ex pericoced in their own hearts ?----ttily enu merate the alternate doubts and uncertamies, the shifting hopes and fearOwhich each on e dart kit for himself? The Itisi‘tory of the ento• tions of the heart. though varied by casual circumstances, is always the stone; and if there be one WhOM6 . C'ye nifty rest on the sim ple record. tvho has never owned the nuwie of a dark eye, or bowed his soul of the ...divine of beauty, ue would remind hint that he has missed a treasure which no pen can vortray, and no talisman but love can unfold. The hovers tnet again and again. llow delightful were,,the hours that they spenttogetlihr ! how heavy the moments when separated! And week nftcr week passed away, and A rtkur still hesitated to reveal the story of his love. There is no language by which the heart can disclose its warmest, deepest emotions. The anxious, molting look, the crimson blush. the unhidden sigh, can convey a confession of love, flit Letter than all els'e beside; and I would scorn all the eloquence of a lover's erbosity. unless there were a glow upon his cheek and n fire in his eye, far more thrilling than the language its uttered. For once, indeed, the course of true love ran snioothly. The most hrilliant prospects opened before them : life was to them as un clouded as the summer sky, and hope seemed the bright star of their destiny. They look ed only at the preSent hour, or invested the future with greater charms, and gilded it with a halo as beautiful and delusive as the purple haze on the distant. mountain top.— Insensibly to others, the deadly disease Was thstening on the vitals of Arthur. Often did he repent his . rashness in beguiling the of fections of a young and artless girl, and de termined to drain his own heart from au in taehment which would result in misery to -both. But the unsuspecting eonfidence and devotion of Alice:would win him back to his first live and he feared to make a disclo sure whit It would blight the anticipations uhich she had indulged. Even the shade of melancholy wh tlt \t s ring lipott his brow, but served to render him more inter esting to the devoted Alice. 'For hours would she sit beside 'him, list ening to the melting strains of his guitar, and the melody of his favorite airs ; fbr hours, while the shade of twilight gathered over them, would she y lean upon his arm, and hear his eloquent descriptions of his native South. And then in the soft accents of love, he would tell her of the broad Savannahs where the rivulets wandered in melody through the long grass—of the wild steeds, noble as the cour sers of Araby, that bounded in native freedom through the deep forests. He spoke of the happy clime where the 'orange and lemon tree bloomed in perennial beauty ; where the air was calm as the breathings of a thiry's slumber; and where every vale and glen:Was vocal with the mOody of birds and the.mer riment of dark-haired girls. , Thus would they linger , alone, undisturbed by _ the thousand obstructions which so often impede the course of true rove: and if ever happiness dawned upon earth, surely Arthur and Alice were doubly blest. And 'still lac never told his love I Pot ;.; :t c „;,:,: party assembled at the house of Alice's fatly er, and all the beauty and fashion of theivil lage was there. There wns a marked con. trast bittween the blooming belle:of seven teen and the pale consumptive student, upon whose n rin All' iiuiignin all the confidence of youthful love. 'tot it was pleasing to wit• nesi• the mutual affection of the two-L—how eagerls , she listened to his every word, and how fondly and tenderly he gazed upon Al. ice. Now and then a shcdow would flit over hitir features, as though lie bad no heart for the revelry; nod then again be would resume his wonted cheerfulness. nod feign an inter est which he could not feel. It. was a beautiful nifrht in early Spring. Groups of the visittrs were strolling through the walks of the flower garden which Alice had planted with her own baud. The moon lit up the scene with all the magic of 'her beams; whilc through the windows of the drawing room. the notes of the piano and the sound of merriment swelled- out on the ear. Let him who would escape't he enticements of lo„-e,„beware of music., and moonlighk and womet I know not how many onbese moonlight strollers 'were in love, nor how mane vows were whispered in the reeessts of those gar len walks. Fain would I linger to tell of the beans and hellos who sported their holiday attire in the light of the nmon,"and pause to contemplate so much of Minim-nee and hcit4y,, ,. .. lint I speak not of them. One by tine thfrlroup retired to the drawing.room antLat_a_lati•--hour—of—t-Im--nigh-t, on ir trulo bench in the .shadow ofn biter, A I-1 htir wits sitting - alone with the idol of his love. - I ' M'S indeed t 1101 V Stcfle. 41111 the pepped Wit like bashful sentinol.s from thl• sky: anti through the opening vi , tas of tiri! ripe leaves alai% e theta. the strimrgling 1110011 htams till itt beauty on the lovers. There wa:10 one [mar to Item- the plig.lited faith. save the night hroeze which wafted its perfume.; around them, and the humble flower that bowed its bead beneath their feet. "Anil I never told that I loved said A rthur, ltartingthe rilmlets from her !mow aptl gazing tenderly into the t•es that ‘vere resting mildly on his own. "I knew it Arthur, else I could nut haul loved tun su tet devotedly... a Jong pause ; their fet lings were too deep, toy holy l'ur utterance. Now and then a snail' of music came gently from the distant Lail, chiming in delightful ca dences around the moon lit bower, and then all Would be as hushed as. the repose of the MEE "lon love this bower with its roses, .and lilies, and vibe leaves—do you not, Alice'." "More than any other spot on earth, - she replied, and her blue eve danced with joy, •It was the pride of my earliest years to tend this garden spot and trim the flower's which dec•lced it; it has sheltered my favorite sing ing birds from the sunshine and the storm, and more than all, it is delightful to recall the happy hours which I have spent with yourself, Arthur.- "Would you,pot like to live Alice, where the flowers need no culture—where the birds are never wearied with singing—where the skies tire bright as those of Italy—where—" • "Your father land—is it not ?" interrupted Alice. "But is it as beautiful as the bower which I have nurtured with my own hand ? could I love it as I do that which has grown up with me from my childhood ?" "Far better, believe me, 4110 E. Why, in every, valley th6re is a bower springing un nurtured from the earth ) the orange and the lemon trees bloom , in unfading beauty ; and the dark eyed girls are more beautiful than the clime which they inhabit.' llow gladly woulfhthey welcome. you to the land of your adoption! and 1 bare a. sister, too, who would gladly chiim you as such." "Is she beautiful?" inquired Alice, in stinctively. "Almost as yourself," said Arthur, 'though she has mote of the serpent and less of the dove in her nature." ',.‘14; she like yourself?' asked Alice. "You might guess that we were brother and sister," was the reply; "but shAits er been tossed far from home on the rude billows,pl the cold hearted world; and her life has been cherished by those who loveher, like the exotic flower, exposed to'naught but the dews and sunshine of Heaven." "But Arthur,wlien harassed ,by the cares and vexations of the world—when the novel ty of your contiack is ov(r, and w6sit.„do&vn to the simphi.realities of life, we will not for get the charm which drew my attention to you the first night we•met?- 7 -will you not lay aside the piano and guitar, as unworthy the at, tention 'of any but a 3ctitkg and imPassioned lover?" "Never my lingers en 3 toueh their churls ! I will inalie our arbor ju,-4 like this, (I( urc , ..it Alice 41vlieret:e it in the which inspired our earliest love, and repeat ing and renewing the vows of this hallowed hour." Alice could not utter all she felt; but she looked forward with the gayest anticipations to the realization of all the hopes she had in• (bilged, and felt that the distant clime of which her lover had spoken, was just suited to her wishes, and with snch a heart as . Ar. thur's to comfort and cherish her, she would be happy indeed. Alas! that our hopes should often lend but a false enchantment to the future, and prove-as transient as the}' are captivating. "Alice, I fear I have deceived You," said her lover after a pause: g ,"llavc you not ob served my unusual paleness, and the hectic flush on my cheek ?" "But you arc a student, 'Arthur." "I am an invalid, Alice. I can no longer conceal the truth. I have loved you Idimily and devotedly, and in gain en - deavin-ed to cheek a'passion which can only end in the misery of both. This moment the ccpTsamp• tirin is preying on my vitals." "Oh, speak not thus," exclaimed the fran tic girl. `•J)o not innr the fondest hopes I have'ever cherished. Gnu it he tluit a wom- tu's love should call up such gloomy forl!od in the ohicc•t or her idolatry?' - "1 repent—sorely repent the Means T have used to NVIII that love t •• said Arthur. "I had hoped that a change of climate mid sce nery would remove or mitigate the pangs of flii`ili `i ruliny 1 - 04, .1 lice, though I can never souse tuve VOII, Imin this moment 1 resign the heart and laud you Lave given me. 111,•re :11 . 0 many n.spinints to 1110 slum. lo•n‘f.nly treasure. who could !nuke you fur num. I,!e:t than I might ever hope to do; to I must' yield the charge I once hoped to protect.— (lio back, dearest Alice, to the many hearts which have loved you—remain as , yilth Luvc ever been, the pride and ornnment of pinr native village,ard forget that you ever loved Arthur Beaumont.- ..Nuver. never!" exclaimed Alice. with all the energy of woman, - ran you thus. trifle with the heart that haq given you all its pur est ;ItTections? "'hat heart would iudeed lie blighted and desolate, and could net. er love again. Tt was not thus you spike. i% hot, in the silence of the twilight hour. you told rue of the glories or your native South, and that I would be the loveliest flower or that 'Henry clime. Oh, Arthur. viii 'know hut little o woman's beart,if you deem that aught of care or adversity, or sorrow, can chill its love, or blight its holiest affections." • "Then vott will still he mine?" said the loy er,g,azing tenderly on the eye that na Leant ing on his own. "I will, forever!" said Aliee, with all the noble warmth of a woman's los:e I will gladly participate in your sorrow, if I can but share your impassioned heart. I ant sure, Arthur, that when you breathe the air of your native valley, y0u.....w4-11 lit! well again .11 "Thank Heaven for such love as this!" ex claimed the entbusiastie Arthur. "Already, Alice, I feel that new life is breathed into my frame, and that we may yet be happy.— But the night'air is growing chilly ; shall we return ?" The guests were just departing. The lights were growing dim ; the shouts of revelry and mirth had bee❑ hushed, and the transports of the giddy dance had passed away. 'And the plighted lovers parted, but. not to slum her.— ln the still watches of the midnight hour , when dewy repose rested on the distant hill, and spire and valley, and closed the eye-lids of the young ,lind blcst, their hearts wire un ted in a bond which none but those who ',lve. can know. Though dreaming al : each other, how different were their feelings and hopes iia• the one, with all the enthusiasm of her sex, painted the future prospect with all that was beautiful and lovely in her own Ihney ; while the other but too well forsaw the clouds which hovered over all his anticipations. Fromlhe night which seemed to hate seal ed his happiness, Arthur's health rapidly . de .clined. His cheek became paler, his eye more haggard, and his frame seemed gratin- ' „fl y was ti ng away. But his devotion to Al, iceseemed to increase in proportion to his weakness. Then it was that, throwing aside the reserve of her° sex, she visited the sick matt in his chamher, arid ianotithed the pil low for hitn to. whom she had. plighted her hand and her heart. With the true nolde.: 'less of a woman's soul, she never despaired of his recovery; and whihst .. lter gay compan ions were engaging in the revel and tho dant o, she would steal nway from the heartless throng, and watch by the couch of the joys. lid, No •wonder that with smilt treatment, Arthur rapidly recovered, And then they would sit by his window together, gazing out of.on the drifting clouds, and the deep bt.tie hi!ls.'aml the. - from•the Cis- B OE3
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