Literary cadet, and Saturday evening bulletin. [volume] (Providence, R.I.) 1826-1827, 1826-08-05

Among the many suitors who appeared
before her, Henry Egland was all that the
young maiden could desire. He saw Eliza
Murry gay, beautlfiR, ,and attractive, possess
ing, with all her volatility, gentleness in
her manner, a sweetness Oftemper, buoy
ancy of fancy, and all ease in conversation,
which he admired. He offered himself
among the list ofsuitors for her hand. With
the true spirit Of an honorable courtship he
unfolded to her his circumstances, his pros
poets, and his future hopes desired an in
innate knowledge, willing that acquaintance
should blossom into friendship, and ripen
into love. She, with the ardent colour,
which female fancy ever gives to man, when
he stands before her in the beauty of lover,
sketched to herself the character of her
suitor-dwelt upon the candid manner in
which he had unfolded his purpose, threw
her rainbow over the future, pledged her.
self his, and his alone and promised him
separation from all society but his own.
Thus far all was right But in youth we
are but the beings of fancy (; and more es-
pecially the children Of volatility, live in
the delight Of the moment The gay and
giddy scene is the theatre on which they
move. This the reader already knows was
too much the characteristic of Eliza Muir
ry. A card for ball was handed her by
one who had always professed himself an
admirer, and she forgot in the moment of
its reception, her promise to Henry. But
when alone, her situation was viewed in its
proper light The card had been taken---
60 she must--and yet it might possibly
break off the connexion with Egland. She
knew it was wrong, but ne will forgive me,
and moving at the moment before a mirror,
she smiled with satisfaction, then putting
on an arch look, danced merriy away with
the exclamation, he cannot withstand that.
But her beauty possessed not the power she
imagined. He visited her the evening after
the ball, talked over the forfeiture of her
word coo!ly, and asked if she had acted cor
rectly. Instead of freely acknowledging
her error, she dweIt, with apparent delight,
upon the gay scene of the ball told of the
merry company present, of the politeness of
her partner, and, IN the end, endeavoured
to rid,cule the idea OF his being offended.
1t was enough--they parted
Years rolled on--they still mingled to-
gether In the merry scene--surrounded the
social fire slde--but the delight which affec-
tlon for each other had thrown over the
slvery moments they had spent together had
ceased. Cold iormality, and distant po-
llteness, had assumed its place. lsaw both
at length, however, married.
Egiand had chosen one who had no other
recommendation but mind and person.
Wealth did not throw her wreath Of splen-
dour and power around her brow. But sweet
and simple innocence in person, mind
rich in the variety of youth, gave to her
charms more alluring influence than all the
splendOur that wealth brings in its train I'm
aided they commenced the world-indus-
try their reliance--economy its hel pmate.
The gallant who had given the card, and
had been the partner of Eliza Murray to
the ball, became in time her husband. He
was one calculated to please amid the gale
ty Of youthful society. but unfit for the more
serious and substantial affairs of life. Such
was the hasty idea formed as witnessed
their wedding ceremonies. But Eliza Muir.
ry then wore the same gay and smiling
countenance, and the same laughing lips
spoke Of present happiness, when she bid
the wedding party welcome, as she used to
wear, when she could claim protection from
Henry Egland.
waited upon Egland and his bride
short time previous to my leaving the vii
lage. had seen Helen Gay often, but
never did she appear so interesting as after
wishing me success, when far away. She
took her husbands arm, and they wandered
away together over the meadows, to their
cottage residence also gave friendly
shake of the hand, and bade farewell to
Eliza Green and her husband, with an earn
est but secret wish, that he who was to be
the pro' ector of one, as fair as Eliza Muir
ry, might be all that husband should be.
| left two happy young couple then---as
happy as hope and fancy could make the
first silvery moon of matrmony.
Twelve years had passed away; when
curiosity and inclination led me back again
to the sweet village ofMid-Gotham. As l
wound my way down the road in the vii
lage, the recollections of other days came
up before mel thought of those had left
reveIiing in the joys Of "h!e's loveliest Pc
Rod" Changes expected to fine but
none equal to those that had occurred. 1
rode leisurely along, marking the atera-
tions that time and enterprise had made.
One neat and elegant mansion had risen, on