Why not catch the laughter of those youthful lips, and tell how
the young men and maidens amused themselves that fine autumn day?
Everything innocent and fresh is beautiful--and there are eyes which
shine more brightly than the sun, voices which make a softer music
than the breezes of October in the laughing trees. Redbud's face and
voice had this innocence and joy in it--there was pleasure in the very
sound of it; and such a delicate kind of light in the soft eyes, that
as they went, the young men felt more pure, and bowed to her, as
something better than themselves--of higher nature.
The light of Fanny's eyes was more brilliant; but Redbud's were of
such softness that you forgot all else in gazing at them--lost your
heart, looking into their lucid depths of liquid light.
One heart was irremediably lost long since, and, gone away into the
possession of the young lady. This was Verty's; and as they went
along he gazed so tenderly at the young girl, that more than once
she blushed, and suffered the long lashes to fall down upon her rosy
cheek.
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