GRAHAM’S MAGAZINE.
Vol. XX. January, 1842 No. 1.
Contents
=Fiction, Literature and Articles=
The Shepherd’s Love
Highland Beauty
Lines
The Snow-Storm
Dreams of the Land and Sea
The False Ladye
Harry Cavendish
Cousin Agatha
An Appendix of Autographs
The Two Dukes
Shakspeare
The Daughters of Dr. Byles
Review of New Books.
=Poetry, Music and Fashion=
Sonnet
The Goblet of Life
To a Land Bird at Sea
Apostrophe
Agathè.—A Necromaunt
The Queen of May
Sonnet
Sonnets
A Song
To Helen in Heaven
Dorchester
The Zephyr
The Eyes of Night
Thy Name Was Once a Magic Spell
Fashion Plate
Transcriber’s Notes can be found at the end of this eBook.
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INDEX
TO THE
TWENTIETH VOLUME.
FROM JANUARY TO JUNE, 1842, INCLUSIVE.
Autographs, an appendix of, by Edgar A. Poe, 44
Affair at Tattletown, the, by Epes Sargeant, 221
Blue Velvet Mantilla, the, by Mrs. A. M. F. Annan, 102
Brainard, a few words about, by Edgar A. Poe, 119
Bachelor’s Experiment, the, by Mrs. Emma C. Embury, 226
Bride, the, (_illustrated_,) by J. H. Dana, 253
Cousin Agatha, by Mrs. Emma C. Embury, 38
Centre Harbor, (_illustrated_,) 256
Chevalier Gluck, the, (from the German,) by W. W. Story, 270
Dreams of the Land and Sea, by Dr. Reynell Coates, 17, 88, 163,
210
Daughters of Dr. Byles, by Miss Leslie, 61, 114
Dickens, original letter from 83
Duello, the, by H. W. Herbert, 85
Doom of the Traitress, the, by H. W. Herbert, 150
Dash at a Convoy, 178
Duel, the, by E. S. Gould, 233
Exile of Connecticut, by Dr. Reynell Coates, 17
Escape, the, 74
Edith Pemberton, by Mrs. Emma C. Embury, 277
Euroclydon, by Charles Lanman, 287
Expedition, the, 288
Ellen Neville, 307
False Ladye, the, by H. W. Herbert, 27
First Step, the, by Mrs. Emma C. Embury, 154
German Writers, by H. W. Longfellow, 134
Highland Beauty, (_illustrated_,) by Oliver Oldfellow, 6
Harry Cavendish, by the Author of “Cruising in the Last 31, 74, 178,
War,” the “Reefer of ’76,” &c. &c., 237, 288, 307
Harper’s Ferry, (_illustrated_,) 73
Heinrich Heine, by H. W. Longfellow, 134
Imagination, by Park Benjamin, 174
Kissing, the Science of, (_illustrated_,) by Jeremy 302
Short, Esq.,
Lady’s Choice, the, by Emma C. Embury, 96
Lady and the Page, the, by Mary Spencer Pease, 167
Lowell’s Poems, 195
Life in Death, by Edgar A. Poe, 200
Love and Pique, by Mrs. Emma C. Embury, 334
May Evelyn, by Frances S. Osgood, 145
Miner’s Fate, the, 202
Music, Thoughts on, by Henry Cood Watson, 285
Norton, Mrs., by Park Benjamin, 91
Night Scene at Sea, by Dr. Reynell Coates, 210
Powhatan, the Crowning of, (_illustrated_,) 133
Pirate, the, 237
Procrastination, by Mrs. M. H. Parsons, 260
Review of New Books, 69, 124, 186,
248, 298, 354
Red Death, the Mask of the, by Edgar A. Poe, 257
Russian Revenge, by Esther Wetherald, 322
Shepherd’s Love, the, (_illustrated_,) by J. H. Dana, 1
Snow-Storm, the, by Jeremy Short, Esq. 10
Shakspeare, by Theodore S. Fay, 58
Sunday at Sea, by Dr. Reynell Coates, 88
St. Agnes’ Eve, by Jeremy Short, Esq. 218
Two Dukes, by Mrs. Ann S. Stephens, 50, 78, 149,
242, 341
Take me Home, by Dr. Reynell Coates, 163
Thompson, Miss, by Mrs. A. F. S. Annan, 313
Wreck, the, 31
Wife, the, (_illustrated_,) by Agnes Piersol, 193
West Point, Recollections of, by Miss Leslie, 205, 290
Wilkie, the late Sir David, by L. F. Tasistro, 275
Wire Suspension Bridge, the, (_illustrated_,) 301
Ware’s Poems, Mrs., by Park Benjamin, 330
=POETRY.=
Apostrophe, by Albert Pike, 12
Agathè, by L. F. Tasistro, 13, 111, 160,
213
Amie, to, by L. J. Cist, 276
Antique Vase, to an, by N. C. Brooks, 284
Alice, by R. W. Griswold, 340
Absent Wife, the, by Robert Morris, 353
Bonnie Steed, my, (_illustrated_,) 82
Birth of Freedom, by W. Wallace, 204
Dorchester, by W. Gilmore Simms, 49
Dream of the Dead, a, by G. Hill, 121
Departed, to one, by Edgar A. Poe, 137
Eyes of Night, the, by Mary Spencer, 65
Elegy on the fate of Jane M’Crea, by T. G. Spear, 236
Freshet, the, by Alfred B. Street, 138
Fanny, an Epistle to, by Park Benjamin, 149
Fancies about a Rosebud, by James Russell Lowell, 173
Fragment, by Albert Pike, 209
Florence, to, by Park Benjamin, 241
Farewell, by James Russell Lowell, 305
Goblet of Life, the, by H. W. Longfellow, 5
Helen in Heaven, to, by Alex. A. Irvine, 43
Hawking, Return from, (_illustrated_,) 245
Heavenly Vision, the, by T. H. Chivers, M. D. 329
Isa in Heaven, to, by T. H. Chivers, M. D. 144
Lines, by Mrs. Amelia B. Welby, 9
Land Bird at Sea, to a, by L. H. Sigourney, 9
L’Envoy to E——, by G. Hill, 295
May, the Queen of, by G. P. Morris, 16
Marches for the Dead, by W. Wallace, 139
Michael Angelo, by W. W. Story, 241
My Bark is out upon the Sea, by George P. Morris, 274
Mystery, 287
Old Man returned Home, the, by G. G. Foster, 225
Old World, the, by George Lunt, 284
Olden Deities, 321
Perditi, by Wm. Wallace, 265, 326
Pewee, the, by Dill A. Smith, 306
Rosaline, by James Russell Lowell, 89
Raffaello, by W. W. Story, 241
Return Home, the, by Geo. P. Morris, 312
Sonnet, by Thomas Noon Talfourd, 5
Sonnet, by Edmund J. Porter, 26
Sonnets, by Park Benjamin, 30
Song, a, by James Russell Lowell, 37
Song of Nydia, by G. G. Foster, 84
Sonnet, by James Russell Lowell, 90
Sonnet, by B. H. Benjamin, 118
Stranger’s Funeral, the, by N. C. Brooks, 153
Spirit, to a, by James Aldrich, 217
Stanzas, by Mrs. R. S. Nichols, 225
Sweethearts and Wives, by Pliny Earle, M. D. 232
Sonnets, by W. W. Story, 241
Spring’s Advent, by Park Benjamin, 259
Song, by Alex. A. Irvine, 353
Veiled Altar, the, by Mrs. R. S. Nichols, 95
Venus and the Modern Belle, by Frances S. Osgood, 274
Western Hospitality, by Geo. P. Morris, 166
Young Widow, the, (_illustrated_,) by Alex. A. Irvine, 137
Zephyr, the, by Miss Juliet H. Lewis, 56
=STEEL ENGRAVINGS.=
MEZZOTINT AND LINE.
The Shepherd’s Love.
Highland Beauty.
Lace Work, with colored Birds.
Fashions, three figures, colored.
My Bonnie Steed.
Harper’s Ferry.
Fashions, three figures, colored.
The Young Widow.
The Crowning of Powhatan.
Fashions, four figures, colored.
Return from Hawking.
The Wife.
Lace Pattern, with Embossed View.
The Bride.
Centre Harbor.
Fashions, colored, with a Lace pattern border.
The Proffered Kiss.
The Wire Suspension Bridge.
Fashions, four figures.
=MUSIC.=
Thy name was once a magic spell, 66
The Dream is past, 122
A lady heard a minstrel sing, 184
There’s no land like Scotland, 246
The Orphan Ballad Singers, 296
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_The Shepherd’s Love_]
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Vol. XX. PHILADELPHIA: JANUARY, 1842. No. 1.
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THE SHEPHERD’S LOVE.
BY J. H. DANA.
CHAPTER I.
It was a golden morning in early summer, and a thousand birds were
warbling on the landscape, while the balmy wind murmured low and musical
among the leaves, when a young girl, attired in a rustic dress, might
have been seen tripping over the lea. Her golden tresses, as she walked,
floated on the wind, and the exercise had called even a richer carnation
than usual to her cheek. Her form was one of rare beauty, and her gait
was grace itself. As she glided on, more like a sylph than a mortal
being, she carolled one of her country’s simple lays; and what with her
liquid tones, her sweet countenance, and her bewitching motion, she
formed a picture of loveliness such only as a poet could have imagined.
At length she approached a ruined wall, half hidden by one or two
overshadowing trees. The enclosure partially concealed from view the
figure of a young shepherd, who, leaning on his hand, gazed admiringly
on her approaching figure. Unconscious, however, of the vicinity of an
observer, the maiden tripped on, until she had almost reached the
enclosure, when the shepherd’s dog suddenly sprung from his master’s
side, and barking violently, would have leaped on the intruder, had not
the youth checked him. The maiden started and turned pale; but when she
perceived the shepherd her cheeks flushed with crimson, and she stood
before the youth in a beautiful embarrassment.
“Down, down, Wallace, mon,” said the young shepherd, “ken ye not Jeanie
yet—the flower o’ Ettrick? Ah! Jeanie, Jeanie,” he added—and his tone
and manner at once betrayed the footing on which he stood with the
maiden—“little did ye ken, when ye were tripping sae gaily o’er the
lea, with a heart as light as a lavrock and a song as sweet as the
waving of the broom at noonday, that one who lo’es ye sae dearly, was
lookin’ at ye frae behind this tree.”
The maiden blushed again, and stealing a timid glance at her lover, her
eyes sought the ground. The shepherd took her hand, which was not
withdrawn from his grasp, and said,
“Ye ken weel, Jeanie dear, what ye were singing,” and his voice assumed
a sudden seriousness as he spoke, which caused the maiden again to look
up, although the allusion he made to the subject of her song, had dyed
her cheeks with new blushes, “and I hae come hither this morning, for I
ken ye passed here—to see ye if only for a moment. Ye ken, Jeanie, that
we were to hae been one next Michaelmas, and that I was to get the
Ellsey farm—a canny croft it is, dearie, and happy, happy would we hae
been there”—the maiden looked inquiringly in his face at these words,
and her lover continued mournfully—“ye guess the worst, I see, by that
look. In one word, a richer man has outbid me, and so, for the third
time, hae I been disappointed.” And as he said these words with a husky
voice, betokening the depth of his emotion, the speaker paused, and drew
the back of his hand across his eyes. His affianced bride showed the
true delicacy of her mind in this juncture. Instead of saying aught to
comfort him, she drew closer to his side, and laying her hand on his
arm, gazed up into his face with a look so full of sympathy and love,
that its mute, yet all-powerful eloquence, went to the shepherd’s heart.
He drew her tenderly to his bosom, kissed her unresisting brow, and
gazed for some moments in silent rapture on her face. At length he
spoke.
“Jeanie,” he said, and his voice grew low and tremulous as he spoke,
“can ye hear bad news? I canna bide here longer,” he added, after a
pause, and with an obvious effort. The maiden started; but having
introduced the subject, her lover proceeded firmly—“I canna bide here,
year after year, as I hae done for the last twelvemonth, and be put off,
month by month, wi’ promises that are never to be fulfilled. I will go
away and seek my fortune in other lands. They say money is to be had
amaist for the asking in the Indies, and ye ken we may never marry while
I remain as now, with na roof to lay my ain head under, to say naething
of yours, Jeanie, which I hold dearer than ten thousand thousand sic as
mine. So I hae engaged to go out to the Indies, and the ship sails
to-morrow. Do not greet, my flower o’ the brae,” said he, as the maiden
burst into tears, “for ye ken it is only sufferin’ a lighter evil to put
off a greater one. If I stay here we maun make up our minds never to be
one, for not a farm is to be had for a puir man like me, from Ettrick to
Inverness. In two years, at maist, I will return,” and his voice
brightened with hope, as he proceeded, “and then, Jeanie dear, naething
shall keep us asunder, and you shall be the richest, and I hope the
happiest bride in all the border.”
The manly pathos of his words, his visible attempt to stifle his
feelings, and the grief she felt at the contemplated absence of her
lover, all conjoined to heighten the emotion of the maiden, and flinging
herself on her lover’s bosom, she wept long and uncontrollably. Her
companion gazed on in silence, with an almost bursting heart; but he
knew that he could not recede from his promise, and that the hour of
anguish must be endured sooner or later. Then why not now? At length the
sobs of Jeanie grew less violent and frequent—the first burst of her
emotion was passing away. Gently then did her lover soothe her feelings,
pointing out to her the advantages to result from his determination, and
cheering her with the assurance, that in two years, at farthest, he
would return.
“I hae no fears, Jeanie, that ye will not prove true to me, and for the
rest we are in God’s gude hands. Our lives are as safe in his protection
awa on the seas as by our ain ingle-side. And now farewell, for the
present, dearie—I maun do many things before we sail to-morrow. God
bless you!” and with these words, dashing a tear from his eye, he tore
himself from the maiden, and walked rapidly across the lea, as if to
dissipate his emotion by the swiftness of his pace. When he reached the
brow of the hill, however, he turned to take a last look at the spot
where he had parted with Jeanie. She was still standing where he left
her, looking after his receding form. He waved his hand, gazed a moment
on her, and then whistled to his dog, and dashed over the brow of the
hill.
Poor Jeanie had watched him with tearful eyes until he paused at the top
of the hill, and her heart beat quick when she saw him turn for a last
look. She made an effort to wave her hand in reply; and when she saw him
disappear beyond the hill, sank against the wall. Directly a flood of
tears came to her relief. It was hours before she was sufficiently
composed to return home.
All through that day, and until late at night, Jeanie comforted herself
with the hope of again beholding her lover; but he came not. Long after
nightfall, a ragged urchin from the village put into her hands a letter.
She broke it open tremblingly, for she knew the hand-writing at a
glance. It was from her lover. It was kindly written, and the hand had
been tremulous that penned it; but it told her that he had felt himself
unequal to another parting scene. Before she received this—it
continued—he would be far on his way to the place of embarkation. It
contained many a sweet message that filled the heart of Jeanie with
sunshine, even while the tears fell thick and fast on the paper. It bid
her remember him to her only surviving parent, and then it contained a
few more words of hope, and ended with “God bless you!—think often in
your prayers of Willie.”
That night Jeanie’s pillow was wet with tears, but, even amid her sobs,
her prayers might have been heard ascending for her absent lover.