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UNWELCOME SPRING. and dwelt upon her departure with almost P opping the Question.— ’What a strange Life in (he South and South-West. forded a sufficient key to the curious mystery, serve to be millionaires, and to be surrounded thing is acquaintance !’ said a beautiful girl which had struck me with* so much astonish­ with circumstances such as they would prescribe. exulting joy. ment, both in the overbearing demeanor of the BY CURRIER BELL. ‘I knew that through Christ I was prepared the other day to a friend of ours— ’A year They suppose that if they were thus situated,' 1 saw her from mv sash above. BY CHARLES SUMMERFIELD. young man and in the craven acquiescence of ago we had not seen each other—many a The human heart has hidden treasures, they could do something io accordance with All winter at her window screen } to go,’ she said to her pastor; ‘I knew there the yielding suitors. their s«nse of worth. But neither fortune nor Unwittingly we feel in love, were glories in the bright world above, that season had rolled its course, bringing hope, ‘ Look how Jack Allen makes them shy off!” In secret kept, in silence sealed ; THE INCOGNITA. The thoughts, the hopes, the dreams, the pleasures, circumstanses favor them, and becoming disap­ Our kisses crossed half way between, the imagination cannot conceive of; yet happiness, and perchance sorrow to each, said the captain of a St. Louis steamboat, grin­ Whose charms were broken if revealed. pointed in their aspirations, they conclude to Among those naked linden trees ; have shuddered from my infancy at death. without the cognizance of the other, and now ning his approbation. do—nothing. Snch persons are do-nothings, And days may pass iu gay confusion, And happily the hours took wing; we are so intimate!” Our friend says she On Christmas night, in the year of grace 18- ‘ It is no wonder,’ suggested au attorney of under any circumstances. Tho spirit which Their leaves now rustle in the breeze: The thought of dissolution with its icy chill, And nights iu noisy riot fly, and quivering breath, made me cold at my looked so lovely he could not help pressing 40, the Globe ball-room, in the good city of the city ; • no peaceable person will dispute for yields its power of doing the good which might Ah, why return, unwelcome Spring. New Orleans, presented an appearance ot unu- tho prize with that matchless master of the While lost in Fame’s or Wealth’s delusion, heart, and I strive to forget it but cannot.— her delicate cheek, he asked her if he had be done, because it is not invested with more suul gaiety and grandeur. The illumination sword as well as pistol.’ Then memory of the past may die. wealth, or better circumstances, is not a spirit Tbeir gloomy vault obscures my view Yet, since you, since my motner, since all aught to do with the happiness of herfuture. ‘ Who makes it a point of practice to fight was splendid, and the hand, the very best that But there are hours of lonely musing, which is worth anything; and when such per­ Of that bright angel who below, who know me have made it a familiar and ‘You are in all my dreams of coming days,’ money could procure, filled the ear with rich two duels a year,’ added a pale clerk. Such as in evening’s silence come, sons fall, into inanition; under pretence that To little birds, benignant, threw replied she. They are to be married next strains of tho merriest music. Indeed, every­ ‘ A ll! that class of ladies love the money household word— clothed it in beautiful When, soft as birds their pinions closing, their lot is unfavorable, it is a certain sign that Their daily food upon the snow. thing had been arranged to pleuse the senses more than the man,’ remarked a French petit They called her, and their matin song thoughts, and surrounded it with heavenly month. We consider this one of the neatest they are net worthy to be invested with more and excite the imagination. The walls were mailre, with philosophical coolness, The heart’s best feelings gather home. Was wont my morning star to bring; images, it has become less and less terrible, ‘poppings o’the question’ ever heard of, tho Then in our souls there seems to languish means or more favorable circumstances. The wreathed all over with the radiant evergreens ‘ Yes, certainly ; and Jack Allen is worth a by the way, we think it ought to have hap­ A tender grief that is not woe ; really worthy man will carve his own way to Yes, beauties rare to suow belong ; till now I can hold my hand to him who of the south, intermingled with sparkling bou­ million,’ observed a cotton broker enviously. Ah, why return, unwelcome Spring! And thoughts that once wrung groans of anguish, fortune and to lame. He will not despise the unlocks the spirit and says, ‘death where is thy pened in leap yerr. quets which rivalled the tints of the iris, and ‘ Can it be possible that the fellow will be Now cause but some mild tears to flow. day of small things. He will be industrious, Were but thy hateful shades withdrawn, sting ?' would have rendered the air fragrant as a field fool enough to marry such a creature!’ prudent economical, persevering. Such, for­ 1 might to sec her rising, run. As she spoke thus a ray from the setting TiieGerman for P late.— ‘Good gracious, of flowers, but for the prevalence of other and ‘ He is already engaged to the most beautiful And feelings, once as strong as passions, tune seldom neglects ; and when she ever’ does, Fresh, as the goddess of the dawn sun imaged a crown of glory upon her fair Anna, what is the German for a plate ?’ Tel­ still more powerful odors—musk, cologne, and and accomplished girl in New’ Orleans, Miss Float softly back,—a faded dream: it is only to give them an imperishable fame, as the stimulating scent of eau-de-vie. Genevieve Garnet,’ answered the broker. the gems of the world, who, through every sort Roll back the curtains of the sun: brow:—Her mother and friends at that mom­ ler,’ I replied, leaning over the stair.— ‘Tell Our own sharp griefs aud wild sensations And still when Sol withdraws his fires, Iu the gorgeous light of the great saloon, be­ ‘ Ayo ; and she would never speak to him if | The tastes of others’ suflerings seem : of adversity, have achieved for their fellow men ent entered. her what?’ returned my aunt, not supposing My star is setting, I might sing, neath half-a-dozen brilliant chandelie-s of burn- ■ she only knew how he spends his evenings,’ • Oh, when the heart is bleeding, benefits which all the wealth of a country wus ,1'Rleh,’ -.said the pastor, with uplifted that she had heard aright. ‘Tellar,’ I ans­ ,ish.ed silver, score! of smiling dancers whirled | affirmed the lawyer. inadequate to secure.- 3oslor. HtrS&s. ( She sleeps, her radiant light expires ; hands, and Nhey . stood transfixed. With How longs it foi’Jict tfuie to be, llijWlr -unwell • W Iping! wered back at the top of my voice. ‘How away in the wanton evolutions of the w altz; The interlocutors then moved off, and leftme When, through the mist of years receding. that last holy smile he had marked au in­ can I tell her, unless you tell me what to tell and when one set became exhausted, another to the solitude of my owu thoughts, or rather Its woes but live in reverie! O ne of the Dark Spots of London. My heart for winter yearns, ill vain, stantaneous change; and as he bent forward, her ?’ she retorted in a tone that betokened immediately assumed their place, so that the reveries—for always, when alone, my imagina­ And fain would 1 the hailstones hear floor was never vacant. These ceaseless revel­ tion usurps the office of tho senses, and begins And it can dwell on moonlight glimmer, The Daily News, in alluding to the low parts through the lips so beautifully wreathed was gradually becoming heated and, indeed, of St. Clements Lane as a ‘ London fever hole/ Resounding en my window pane, there came no breath.