THE CONSERVATION
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Twas twilight; seated at the door OF a
moss-covered cottage, was the pride Of the
village, lovely Phoebe. Her finely moulded
form-her exquisite and voluptuous bust-her
classic and beautifully chisseled features-her
sweet lips-teeth Of pearly whiteness-
such eyes all combined, twas enoug to melt
the soul Of very anchorite!


Beside this angel knelt a youth, whose
cheek, pale as ashes, told the tale-he was in
love! Tell me this night my fate. Keep
me in agony no longer. Tell me what sacri-
fee shall undergo for you-you, my souls
idol Command me to perform pilgrimage
around this earth on burning Goals, and it shall
be done. Any, thing, any thing-but cast me
not off. Plant dagger in my heart, but keep
me in suspense no longer! Say, lovely Phoebe
will you-aoM you be mine?" He trembled
his heart throbbed-she saw he was ready
to swoon-a crimson flush mantled her cheek


"Like the rich sunset meath its Italias sky


She took his hand in her tiny fingers, put her
smiling lips to his ear, and whispered" Obed,
1 shanl be nothing else" "