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CHARLOTTE, N. C., SATURDAY, AUGUST 2, 1873
NO., 58,
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c ] 1 eyes to gaze on her loveliness a
It is the Province of Poetryto hallow the
sphere in which it rooves, and breathe around
it an odor more exquisite than the rose or
the lily.
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GONE BEFORE
There is a beautiful face in the silent
air,
Which follows me ever and near.
With smiling eyes and amber hair,
With voiceless lips, yet with breath of
prayer, 1
That I feel, but I cannot hear.
OR,
The Twin-Fingered Beauty
BY ELSIE GAKNETTK.
The dimple hands, and ringlets of gold,
Lie low in marble sleep,
I stretch ray arms for the clasp of old?
But the empty air is strangely cold,
And my vigil alone ! keep.
There's a single brow with a radiant
crown,
And a cross laid down in the dust,
There’s a smile where no shadow comes
now, .
And tears no more froin those dear eyes
hob. . - , . ,
So sweet in their innocent trust.
Sybil arrived at home, and wits
received with many demonstra
tions ot affection. Aunt Drueilla
was in extacies. and Mrs. Mait
land, whose heart was really ten
der and warm, now that she no
longer feared her influence over
her son, or her rivalling her own
pink of a daughter, derived her
* chief enjoyment from her compa-
I ay, and everything she could
I devise to amuse or contribute r
accompanied him home; and was
introduced to “Mrs. Maitland,
Aunt Drueilla and Sybil, Aunt
Drucilla’s adopted daughter.”—
i The color forsook his check, and
tears sprang involuntarily into his
eyes, and for a few moments he
gazed upon Sybil with a scruti
nizing glance.
1 “No no,” he murmured, “it
i cannot be.” Then recovering
1 liis composure somewhat he said :
“Forgive my weakness, if such
it be. At some future day I will
moment, when the twin finger on
her left hand arrested his atten
tion. He started, turned pale and
trembled so vioontiy, that Aunt
Drueilla, observing his emotion,
insisted on bringing him some
wine.
“Indeed,” said she, “you must
be ilk”
Ah, well! and summer is coming again,
Singing her same old song,
But oli! it sounds like a sob of pain
As it floats in the sunshine and rain,
Over hearts of the world’s great throng.
explain why I was so much
pressed.”
He was a man rather past
meridian of life, but wearing
1 ill-
the
the
noblest attributes of manhood.
“No no,” he replied “I am not
ill, but pray tell me is your adopt
ed daughter a relation ?”
When he was told that she was
not, and also trie peculiar circum
stances of her being in the family,,
he seemed more excited and ask
ed if they had anything that was
with her when she was found, on
which, Sybil, who had ceased her
song and was becoming also very
Ills brow was unwrinkled, his tali j much excited, flew to her room
figure majestic and unbowed, his i and brought the chain and cup.
piercing eye undimned, exeeptj.As soon as she brought them and
I her enjoyment,And ifuT; amt-to to
bil, ever ready to forgive, forgot 1
all her past injustice, and loved
her with a deep and grateful af-1
flection, and became almost hap-;
/shade oj‘ rnekmcholy over-! be glanced at the initial
Ids' unusually handsome ] cup, ne burst, into tears.
too
countenance. He conversed with i ed her in his arms, as hq exclaim
ureat warmth and animation.— led.:
Ills' language was
sentiments sublime.
simple, hisi
His manner i
h-
There’s a beautiful region above the
skies,
And. I long to reach its shore,
For I know I shall find my treasure
The laughing eyes and amber hair.
Of the loved one gone before.
save a Mother’s Tears.—Kot
long ago two friends were sitting
together, engaged in letter writ
ing. One was a young man from
India, the oilier a female friend,
part of whose lair
that' far-off land.
/ resided in
The former
was writing to his mother in
India. When the letter was
finished, his friend offered to in
close it in hers, to save postage.
Phis he politel
declined, saving
“If it be sent separately, it will
reach her sooner than if sent
through a friend, and pei
would save her a tear.
Hi
friend was touched with his ten-
her regard for his mother’s k
ing, and felt, with him, that
was worth paying the postage
it
to
Would that every boy and girl,
cry young man and every young
warm, were equally saving of a
py and contented. was g enei . a ]]y calm and affection-
Tor the sake of the family, she 1 a te, but at times be swept the
appeared lively and went into j chords of human passion, with a
company a great deal more than
she was accustomed to.
Mrs. Maitland was passionately
fond of music, but she could not
play herself, and every evening
Sybil was called upon for her
favorite songs. Owing, probably
to her want of practice, she was
not a splendid performer, but she
played with taste and feeling, and
master’s hand, and the hectic
flush of his cheek told of the fire
burning within. The descendant
of a noted and arrogant family.
ter.
Here followed a full disclosure
of all the circumstances. Mrs.
Lyn, being very frail and in very
delicate health, her husband Tried
to perform miracles for her en.
joyment, and they had driven
somcriniles into the country, with
her voice
unusually sweet
and melodious; and even drew
the worldly minded Judge from
his study, to listen to her night-
ingale voice, as it tilled the
room with it’s melody.
One day in some of his
whole
1-
travels, the Judge formed tin. ac
quaintance with a greatand noted,
gentleman, Governor Lyn, and
admiring his talent, lie pressed
him to pay him a visit of some
length, and as the Governor
of too melancholy a mind th
was
en -
the offspring of wealthy
popular parent:
tune
ind their little sou and daughter, to
.md gather huckk-berries. On arriv
expense was spent to prepare him 1 ing at their destination, they
to preserve the splendor of hisi their little girl seated in a
rank. He soon after graduation, j carriage, with the nurse to
married the heiress of an ilhistrh j her.
Ous family, whose immense for
tune, .added to his own, renderci
it almost burdensome. She wa
joy the bust!
'Gufusion of a
Tile infant remaining
tn mo
JU TO.
•-ithe negro fell asleep, and slept
I I soundly, until Mr. and Mrs. Lyn
s 1 camo up, and missed the little
benevolent, mild and delicate. In
her heart reigned the
tue, and her manner
and pensive; and the
was gei
man ner
Sybil struck Governor
resembling tier so much
entirely lost, control
and Ise continually
countering another
her, until one even
singing and playing
of
Lyn.
that
he
himself
avoided cn-
gianee from.
some of his
rite songs, and he raued his
six-month. Inquiries" - were ? In
patched in every direction, bn
nothing could ever, be heard 
the missing child. Mrs. Lw'
whose health was so. deiiciv'
sank under the weight of lien so
row
and soon left her huTO.mid io
mourn alone the loss of both con
jpanion and chute
At first trie strong man rime
sank under the pressure A L
orief, but soon pis young son..