The Knickerbocker, Vol. 10, No. 6, December 1837Various
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The Knickerbocker, Vol. 10, No. 6, December 1837
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I fear thou'dst murmur, couldst thou speak,
And curse the fate that bade thee part
From thy bright home, a lady's cheek,
E'en to be pillow'd on my heart:
And I would give, thou wavy tress!
To thee earth's warmest, purest breast,
If thou in turn my lot wouldst bless,
And give to me thy place of rest.
Not Zephyr's breath could woo like me,
Nor sunbeams there so warmly play;
Nor wander o'er that cheek so free,
Those wanton curls in sportive play.
_Delta_.
WILSON CONWORTH.
NUMBER EIGHT.
ALTHOUGH I joined Collins in much of his dissipation, yet I persuaded
myself that I had his good at heart; and thinking a change of scene
might have a beneficial effect, I proposed a jaunt to the Falls
of Niagara. It was the month of June; we were in possession of a
handsome equipage, and plenty of money; we had all the means of
making the journey pleasant.
C---- got wind of this project, and although we had not spoken for
weeks, he came to my room the evening before our departure, and told
me I was a ruined man, unless I gave up this journey. He explained to
me the reasons of his coldness, and the reserve of others; it was to
induce me to give up my association with Collins. He said all were
interested for me, and besought me to listen to his advice; that some
things had leaked out respecting Collins, which he was not at liberty
to tell me. I knew I ought to hear him. I was convinced he was
disinterested; but I remained fixed, for I intended to pass through
N----, and was in hopes to see Alice once more; and this, after once
getting into my heart, I could not get out. We departed upon our
excursion of pleasure, which proved one of pain. With whom is hope
more faithful?
Following the river, we soon emerged from the level meadow country,
and began to ascend the hills of Vermont. The moon was at her full,
and we rode mostly in the night-time. Collins could not bear the day,
and I was willing to give in to his caprices, for the night gave a
calmness and amiable tone to his feelings. His heart was open to the
influences of nature, though he pretended to hate mankind.
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