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THE UNDERSIGNED IS AGENT FOR
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Feb. 12 1871 ly
BEN BOLT AND SWEET ALICE.
BY AMANDA MINNIE DOUGLASS.
Oh, don't you vcrcember sweet Alice, Ben Bolt,
Sweet Alice, whose hair was ho brown?
"Who blushed with delignt when you gave her
And trembled with fear at your frown?
In the old church-yard in the valley, wen Boii,
In a corner secluded and lone,
They have lilted a slab of granite, so gray,
And sweet Alice liesunder the stone.-English.
Don't you remember? Are those thrco
mngic words?a key herewith wo may
unlock the flood-gates of her heart, and
send the sweet waters of the past over the
plains and down the hills of the fair land
known in our heart's experience ns by
goue ? Even so. There rises before us
visions of a time when the bright, deep
eyes of tue young spring gazed shily at
us from beneath the ermined mnntlc of
winter?when the blue violets stole their
first tints from the blue sky above; when
the cowslips of May, and the golden
hearted buttcr-cups first jeweled the slen
der blades of grass; and the hawthorn
grew white with its blossoms; when we
roamed the woods the. whole of that long,
warm, June holiday, weaving garlands
and listening to the concert of birds in
dint dark, mislletoc-wreafhed oaken for
est. There was one in years agonc that
prayed?"Lord keep my memory green,"
and the clinging tendrils of our hearts
arc yearningy to this prayer.
But green and fresh as the poet's
prayer, had the heart of Ben Bolt been
kept?from Iiis early boyhood to the hour
he sat by his old friend, and.listened to
the song of by-gone days. Not "through
a glass, darkly," did ho review those
scene of the past, but it was the going
back of the boy-heart to other hearts of
There was a little red school house with
its dusty windows, and desks that had
been knteked many a time, trying pen
knives/; "its tall stern looking teacher/
whoso heavy voice caused the younger
ones to tremble; its rows of boys and girls
with their heads bent attentively down
ward to their books and slates. The
winter wind sang and whistled without,
and though some few childish hearts tried
to find words for its mournful notes they
were too young and happy to know that
it carried desolation and heart-ace in its
wail; yet did they learn it in after day si
Thvn there came a few light, round
snow-balls, so tiny that it must have been
the sport of the storm spirits in the phl
rich revels,?changing by and by to
feather flukes, that daticod about ever ;o
gaily. How the children's eyes grew
bright as they looked at one unothcr,and
thought of the nicry rides down hill, and
the snow-balling that would make the
play ?round ring again. The last lessons
were said, books put aside, and in place
of the silence reigned gay, glad voices.
Kate Ashley threw back her jetty ring
lets, and laughed through, her sparkling
eyes, as she gave Jamie Mai via that bit
of a curl he had teased for so long, be- j
cause she knew that Jamie had the p/et
ticstslcd in the whole school. Ah, a bit
of a coquette was that same gleeful,
romping Kate; and there was Sophie
Dale, looking as demure ns a kitten walk
ing from a pan of new milk, and pay fill
as a kitten t- o, was she, in spite of her
(piict looks; and the stately Elizabeth?
Queen Bess thoy call her, and I question
if England's Queen had haulier car
riage ; but apart from those who were
eagerly look for friends to lake them
home?stood Alice May?sweet Alice.?
Very beautiful and lovable was she, with
her winsome, childish face, blue eyes,nnd
soft, brown curls.?She was delicate and
fragile, you might almost fancy her a
little snow child, or a lost fairy babe.
Nearly all the children had departed,
amid the joyful shouts and jingling bells,
but yet the sweet little child alone, until
a rich boyish voice, startled her by say
"No one goes your way, Alice, do
j "No, I guess, not, Ben," she replied,
in her fine, snow-bird like tones.
' Well, the snow is too deep for you to
walle, so I guess I will carry you home."
"Oh, no, I'm too heavy to be carried
so far," and she laughed so low and
"Heavy! no, you're just like thistle
down, or a snow flake, Ally; T could car
ry you to England and back again, with
out, being at all fatigued ;" jtnd ho tossed
the little girl it) his arms, '
pStO, no, the boys will laugh at you,
Ben," and she struggled.
"What do I care ? they may laugh at
Ben Bolt as much as they like," and the
bravo boy drew himself up proudly, and
puahpd the chesnut curls from his bread,
iUir^RSrehcad ; "but I do not mean to
frighten you, Alice," he continued, as he
eawXiow how the little girl trembled.
*v she put oh her bonnet and cloak,
aim? look her in his arms as if she had
beeren bird, while the little tiny thing
nestled down on his shoulder, its he went
stilnrbling through the snow, eaysing gay
plcnvnnt things, that made the shy little
girra&ugh, and when, at length, ho open
ethdar mother's cottage door, he stood on
tK '?v,7oor, saying, "There! Mrs. May, I
l)i lit Alice h'Mne, lest she should got
huri' d in a snow bunk; she's such a weeny
littTrehing;" and before Mrs. May could
tlmiy; him, he was ought of sight.
BjvtJ-tho winter began to wane, and
nowf hen a soft, mild day, would co.ne
thnapgsened the pyramid and snow house
matlx-ially. "Such a pity," they said, and
wifh^-d. winter would lust always; but,
thci'vrAVns one little wren-like voice that
pntjyd for violets and blue birds.
iipyramid tumbled down, the snow
hott^ grew thinner and thinner, and the
b()yiijpestcd about it! being iu a dcr.line,
till Olio da}' it disappeared?faded away
like li.'hlnny of their childish hopes.
Tin glad spring came with its larks
and Tuiscs, and one delightful day the
chihAon went a Maying. Kate Ashley
was &,uccn, and a brilliant Queen she
was tyo, but Ben Bolt gathered white
violcfc, and braided them in the soft
curlrfYof Alice, and told her she was
sweeter and dearer thun a thousand May
Q,uceif. like Kate. Child as she was, his
wor made the sunshine brighter, and
Icnti'ftf'hantinRUt to the atmosphere of
"Ahe long June day came, encircling
tho Igrecn earth with a coronal of roses,
and Wiking it redolent with perfume;
rml in the warm noontide hour the chil
dren strolled to the foot of the hill, and
cluslering together?told over their chil
dish hopes of the future. Some lured by
ambition; some dreamed of quiet country
repose, sonic of gay city life ; but there
was one whoso eye kindled and young
face Hushed with enthusiasm,as be spoke
of the sparkling blue waters, and the
brave ships that breasted them so cal
Bon Bolt was going to sea. Captain
Shirley, as generous, whole-soul being as
over trod the deck, was to take him under
his protection the next live years. There
were exclamations of surprise and sorrow
from the children ; haunts were visited
and revisited ; they sat down in the shade
of the old sycamore, and listened to the
musical muriner of tho brook, and the
dreamy hum of "Applcton's mill; ex
changed keepsakes, ami promised to ic
mcmbcr the merry, brave hearted boy,
whoso homo would be the wide, blue
Alice May seldom joined them.?She
was so delicate and timid,and the thought
of Ben's departure iilled her eyes with
tears, so she would steal away alone,
fearful of the ridicule of her hardier
But one night Ben canto to Mrs. May's
cottage, to bid them good-bye. Alice
stood r.y the windows watching the stars,
wondering what made them so dim?
never thinking of the tears that dimmed
her eyes, as Ben told over his hopes so
joyfully. She could not part with him
there, so she walked through the little
door-yard, and stood beside the gate,
looking like a golden-crowned angel iu
the yellow moonlight; and when he told
ever again how large she, would be on
'his return, that he would not dare to call
her his little Alice than, as he looked
back linger lingly, she laid a soft brown
curl in his hand, saying:
"I have kept it for you this long, long
lime, Ben; over since you brought mo
home through tho snow, do you remem
He did remember, und with one pas
sionate burst of grief, be pressed her little
girl to bis bosom, and the bravo hearted
boy sobbed the farewell he could find no
But live ynnrs arc not always a life
time. True, it was such to the quiet,
thoughtful Charlie Allen, whose large,
dark eyes had stolen brilliancy from his
books; nnd the laughing, Belle Archer?
both were laid to deep in the old church
yard, when tho night stars shone on their
graves.?Others went out to seek a fortune
in the gay world, and, and some grew
iuto minaturo men and women by their
own sweet firesides; but Alice May seem
ed still a child. Yet she was taller, and
her slight form more gracefully develop
ed; but there was the same angel looking
through her eyes as had watched there
in the olden days. She stayed at home
now, to assist her mother in sewing, their
chief support; but she was the same shy,
sweet Alice that Ben Bolt had carried
through the snow.
Ben Bolt came back. How strange
that five years should have passed ho
quickly and stranger still that this tall,
handsome sailor, whose voice was so full
and rich, should be Ben Bolt. Kate
Ashley was not thin hing of the sweot
Sabbath rest, as the chime of the church
bell floated throug the village; there she
stood before her mirror, arranging her
shining curls, and fastening her dainty
bonnet, with its white ribboucs dropping;
blue-be-ls, thinking if she could not fas
cinate Ben with her sparkling eyes, it
would be delight fd to have bis chief at
tention during his stay.
He thoughc she did look very graceful
as he sat before service,?looking on
olden faces? but there was a fairer one
than her's he fancied, as ho saw tho sweet
face of Alice May, with the half-closed
eyes, and long, golden-edged lashes,
shadowing the pale check. Pie carried
in' Iiis bosom a curl like the one nestling
so softly by her temple, and it a talis
man, kecpiug him from the enchant
ment of other eyes.
When the. service was closed, Ben Bolt
was thronged about by old familiar faces
?? they hud so much to say, so many
things?o speak of, much joy to ^ex
press at his safo return, that it well nigh
bewildered him It was very pleasaut
to be so warmly welcomed by old friends,
delightful to chat of by-gones; and it was
indeed a .Sabbath of joy to Ben Bolt.
Sweet Alice! Ah, how long and weary
the time had been to her.?Sometimes
her heart died within her as she thought
of the broad ocean; but when she looked
so shyly at Boa that morn, and saw how
handsome he had grown a heart sickness
came over her, and the sunshine fell but
dimly on the grass at her feet. She
knew she had hidden away to the depths
i ?f her pure heart, a wild, earthly love,
I and she strove to put it from her, for
Would lie think of her now? So it was no
wonder she should slip her slender hand
in her mother's and steal quietly from
the joyous throng.
It was Sabalh eve?one of those bal
my, moonlight evenings of the young
summer; Mrs. May had gone to visit a
sick neighbor, and Alice sat by the win
dow with the Bible open, and her slen
der white lingers noin'.ing to the woids,
falling musically from he lips.?
"And there shall be no night there;
and they shall need no candle, neither
light of the sun; for the Lord God givcth
them light, and they shall reign for ever
She looked tremblingly upward in the
moonlight, for close beside her knelt the
manly form of Ben Bolt. There was
told a sweet story of love and hope, not
the less sweet for being the language of
every human heart, and the tiny bauds
of sweet Alice were folded in his as she
3aid, very low and sweetly: "If I live,
Ben, when live years more have passeu
and you return a second time?"
She did not finish it?it was ucver
So they plighted their troth that claim
holy Sabath evening, and the buoyant
heart of Ben, in its gushing sunniness,
pictured radiant hopes for the future,
lie was young and so full of vitality?
every pulse of his heart was beating glad
ly, and the coming live years were more
precious to him than all the past.
"If we both live, Ben, God will have
us in his holy keeping," she said in an
swer to his parting words; but as he pas
sed her convulsively to his beating heart
"God will be merciful to us who love
so dearly, Alice darling."
Sho knew it, but she knew also that
God did not always answer tho prayer
falling from tho hopeful lips. Sweet
Alice! and down tne future sho looked
tremblingly, and saw tho fragile from
and spirtiunl face, with lilies brasded in
the soft, brown hair, her eyes grcv din>
with tears, for she knew not if it was rt
bridal or a burnt), for close fresidef the
altar was the grave-yard. P
They were not wanting who wondered
at Ben Boll's choice, and thought it
strange ho should take Alice, May in
preference to the fairest and wealthiest.
Some there were who held ther heads'
loftily when they passed hef, b?V: her/">
heart was away on the bine' waters, lau'df
she heeded it not. j, ,
How she watched the days in. .t^icir*
passing, she noted how the summer \mnetlR
?how the fields of waving grain grcW
golden in the sunlight?sho heard'' ther
glad voices of the reapers; and when 'tho'
leaves were falling, the merry children1
went nut gathcti.ig in the woods; theii
the noiseless snow fell and lay.'qn the
hillside as in the olden days; t.un^L^the ?
genial spring-tide sun melted it away,,
and the violets and hair-bells dot!iea ther
fields?so passed a year.
She was growing fairer and more beau
tiful?tc.o brilliant for anything earthly.
Once she knelt at the alter in the: little
church, and listened to the words uniting
her with the Savior's redeemed on earth,
but it was only an outward form, for her
heart had long been in the keeping of
angels. Again sho watched the- Wading
of tho summer days, and when the soft
winds swept over the silvery. rye> fluids,
she thought of the sea afar, with its broads
waves. All through the winter days sho
grew more spiritaual in her Jbcnutv, and
the slander white hands wcreHoftcn fol
ou her breast, as she pryed lor those who
would soon be left desolate; for sho'knew
she was dying. , . ,i
la did not startle her, shq haxi.a^e^t
long ago that the fair green earth would
hold her pulseless henat, ere it had left
the cloister of girlhood. Eifo wn* sweet
and beautiful, yet in her sinlessness,
death had no agony, save her sorrow for
those left in loneliness. It was only a
little way to the land of rest, and her feet
had never grown weary; yet she longed
to look once more upon the flowers, and
have them braided in her hair, anc\ -so
she lingered on till the voice of spring
was hoard on the hill-tops.
One morning when viewless h&uds
were gathering back the misty curtain of
the night, and the stars grew dim in tho
glory of early iaorn, sweet Alice, stood
on the threshold of Paradise, and the
golden gates were opened totlvo fair,
meek girl. There trembled on licr lips
! a prayer and a blessing for Ben Bolt,
I and her mother, giving radiance to tho
fair, deait face; ami they braided spring
flowers iti her wavy, brown hair.
The church-hell chimed softly to tho
few years earth had claimed tlie stainless
soul of Alice May, as they brought tho
coflin in the little, old church- How
beautiful she looked in her white burial
robe; too fair and sweet for death: too
' . . . i. f
holv. had there not been a resurrection
beyond. Close beside her, stood ( the
friends of her girlhood gnziug on that
young face, as if they would fain call her
back to life, and its sweet love. So they
laid swe<:t Alice to sleep in the old church
yard, and those who had looked coldly,
on her, took to their sorrowing hearts a
sweet memory of tho early dead.
There was agony too deep lor utteranpo
when tho strong, ardent-hearted man,
whose guiding star had been the.love--of
that sweet girl came tiack to find the^cot
tage horn*- desolate, and Alice slcop^ug
beneath a gray stone in tho church'-y^rjd.
But God and Time are merciful,
as years passed away, bo came to think
of her us garlanded as tho golden ?ru^t
age of Eilen land.
This was the memory that his friend
sang of, as they sat in the summer twi
light years afterwards, and talked of tho
faces that had glimmered and faded in
their early pathway, how, of all the glad
hearts of childhood had clustered together
only they two wero left. Somo slept
in the tremulous ocean; some, in the junglo
depths; others in the forest shade, aud
beneath tho waving prairie grass. Somo
there were, who slept peacefully in... lipo
green old church-yard, and among these
the fairest and best was "swoct Alice-,"
Ah, he could never have forgotton that.
Year3 afterward, they laid Ben Bujl
to sleep by the side of "sweet Alice."