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PUBLISHED SEJII-MOXTHLY.
VOLUME 11.
For the Georgia Collegian.
To. J****.
“ There was a song among the rest , *
Above them a’ it pleased vie best,
That some kind husband had addrest
To some sweet wife ;
It thrilled the heart-strings thro’ the breast,
A’ to the life”
How happy was that twilight hour
When wandering by the stream;
Our hearts first knew the mighty power,
The power of “ love’s young dream.”
Do you remember, 0 ray love,
The beauteous bird of heaven
Sang sweetly from the boughs above ?
How soft his note that even!
ft
He poured from his melodious throat
A strain that charmed the air;
A brighter bird—you heard his note,
Came and sang with him there.
And by that music soft and slow,
The neighboring groves were stirred;
The joyous hills in echoes threw
The notes of those glad birds.
Then in my heart, some spirit kind,
A music soft made known,
A deep-felt wish some soul to find,
Harmonious with mine own.
Thine answered then, my spirit’s void,
Thine, oh! long cherished one!
And smiling, bade my heart rejoice
With sweet and thrilling tone.
Our souls have since together sung
Thro’ many changing years;
Like well-tuned chimes our hearts have
rung,
’Mid hopes and joys and tears.
But sweeter still our songs will be,
And higher will they rise;
Our spirit-music flowing free
Forever in the skies.
Reab.
For the Georgia Collegian.
RESIGNATION.
BY MARION.
CHAP. 111.
On Monday evening, before the So
phomore Exhibition at night, Walter
returned to his room fatigued with
the day’s excitement. The soft
vSouth wind, laden with the perfume
of a thousand flowers, fanned his
cheek, and invited him to go into the
open air, and enjoy the beauties of
the evening. The glorious summer
sun had nearly decended to the wes
tern horizon, and the almost trans
parent clouds were colored with rich
tints of purple and gold. When
Walter came out on the colonado in
front, he stood some moments, silent
ly admiring the beauty before him.
Presently he sat down on the steps,
and, thinking of the future, was soon
lost in reverie—success bad thus far
crowned his efforts. He would be at
College two years more, and
then yes, and then— (how often
CLIMBING THE HEICHTS.
ATHENS, GEORGIA, OCT. 29,1870.
•uttered by every young dreamer !)
Air broad world was open before him.
Theresas in his breast a longing,
yearning desire, a desire for what ?
falter could scarcely tell himself.—
His spirit was restless, his bosom
burned/he know not why. This in
nate yearning, this u longing for im
>mortality” begins with most young
*m%n while-**at college; but in too
many instances, it is hushed by the
rebuffs and reverses of the battle of
life.
• Walter was roused from bis mus
ings -by a merry laugh. Raising his
eyes, he saw the President accom
panied by Col. and Mrs. Somers,
(friends who would remain with the
President during Commencement ex
ercises) and their little daugbter.-r-
He could not retreat, they were too
near, and was presented to each. —
Col. Somers greeted him with a
hearty shake of the hand, and a
smile. Mrs. S. gave him a cold bow,
as she scanned him from head to
foot with a look expressing scorn.—
Walter saw the expression, and his
face flushed, as ho defined it. He
forgot the haughtiness of the mother
however, when Irene (a little girl of
fifteen) came tripping up the steps,
and laid her whole hand in his.—■.
“ How different,” thought Walter,
“ waß the playful eye and innocent
smile of the daughter from the cold
scornful look of the mother.”
The visitors entered the parlor and
Walter resumed his seat and dreams.
“And dreams in their developement have
breath,
They leave a weight upon our waking thoughts,
They take a weight from off our waking toils.”
But a change now came ovor the
spirit of Walter’s dream. The
President’s friends, and the manner
in which each met him, was now the
subject of his thoughts. He did not
have time to recall all that had
passed, before Irene came back to the
doer, and looked out among the
flowers. He could now judge bet
ter of her form and features, aud he
thought she was artless beauty per
sonified. As she came from the door
of the hall to the steps, she told
Walter in all the unaffected innocence
of girlhood, that her mother had gone
up-stairs to her room, and Mrs. C
(the President’s wife) had given her
permission to gather some flowers;
“ and will you not help me select
them?” she added, turning those
blue orbs upon him with an expres
sion of perfect trust.
Walter fancied her face glowed
with pleasure as he accompanied her
out into the yard ; and ho forgot the
difference in their position—forgot
his poverty—forgot everything, in
the delicious happiness of being with
the most beautiful creature he bad
ever seen. Irene talked to him un
reservedly of her home, and parents;
and as she sat upon the grass ar~
ranging the flowers into a boquet of
exquisite beauty, asked him of his
home, and if he had a sister. Walter
answered her queries with delight;
and as he described Nora as being
about her age and statue, she Ex
pressed a desire to see her, and
wished she had such a sister, i.
The deepening shades of twilight
reminded Walter that it was time he
was preparing for the evening exer
cises. As Irene was leaving him, she
remarked, that her fathers judge
ment should guide her in thnowingr
her boquet at the feet of the best,
orator. Did Walter hope to re*
ceive it?
He had just donned his best for
the stage, when the tea-bell rang,
and as he entered the room, where
all were seated at the table, Mrs.
Somers again scanned him with a
look of annoyance. He, returning
her look with an air of utter indiffer
ence, took his seat, but feeling no
disposition to eat, drank a cup of cof
fee/end re turned to his room.
Ernest returned from the tea-table,
just as Walter was leaving for the
Chapel.
“Hold on a moment, Walter, and
I’ll go with you.”
He joined Walter on the steps, and
congratulated him on the favorable
impression he had made on the mind
of Col. Somers.
“ I was not aware of having made
such a favorable impression as you
seem to think!” said Walter, a lit
tle surprised.
“ After you left the table he made
many inquiries about you, and spoke
of the independence of your bearing
and calm-self possession—said your
face was peculiarly attractive.”
“ What did Mrs. Somers say ?”
asked Walter, with more interest
than he was aware.
“ Walter do you wish me to tell
you ?”
“ I do.”
“ Her reply to what Col. S. said m
your favor, was an “humph!” follow
ed by a sneer, and contemptuous
twirl of her lip. But the interest
manifested by that little fairy of
hors, ought to do away with the
mothers dislike. It seems that she,
like her father, is very favorably im
pressed and already enlisted in your
behalf.
“ Does the intricate science of
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NUMBER 6.
heart-catching belong to your list of
studies, Walter ?”
“It ddes not. When I am old
enough to bind another heart to
mine, that heart must yield itself
voluntarily, fully conscious of what
it is doing. I would never use means
to ensnare it.”
As they were nearing the chapel,
the Subject was dismissed, and ..the
young men joined their class. '
Walter had selected as his theme,
“Southern patronage of Northern
institutions,” and for one so young,
well portrayed the suicidal course of
the South, in neglecting her own in*
stitutions to build up those of the
North. The effort was thought by
some to be a very able one. When
.he had finished, there was loud and
prolonged applause. Boquets fell in
.profusion at his feet; and he was
over joyed to find in his “ arm-full ”
the one which the beautiful Irene had
brought to the chapel. That simple
tribute gave him more pleasure than
the plaudits of the multitude.
Little did Walter think, as he was
treading this path of flowers, that
there were lurking thorn’s beneath
which would pierce him deeply.—
Love mingles his sweets with the
bitterness of gall.
Col. Somers complimented Walter
very highly, as they with Irene were
leaving the Chapel. Just outside of
the dispersing crowd, the little party
was stopped by some one wishing to
see Col. S., the latter asked Walter
to take charge of Irene, as he would
probably be delayed some time.—
Language would fail to convey the
youth’s delight as he clasped her
hand in his, and proceeded treasur
ing every word she uttered. When
they reached the steps, Walter
asked her to sit down there and talk
to him ’till her father came, she un
hesitatingly complied with the re
quest, little dreaming that Cupid was
aiming his arrows at her young
heart.
Mrs. Somers was very much an
noyed when she learned that Walter
had escorted Irone home—gave the
Col. a curtain lecture on the subject
—but he replied, “The gem is none
the less bright for its rough outer
coating.” She took care, however,
to keep Irene away from Walter dur
ing the remainder of their stay—
positively forbade her speaking to
him. ’Twas not until the morning
of their departure that Irene could
see Walter again. She knew her
mother slept late, and dressing hur«
ridly, went down stairs to meet him,
as he started on his morning walk.
Walter was just coming from his