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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 TERMS—S2.SO PER ANNUM. 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