The Litchfield County post., 1828-04-17

Wnep tHc HoueNt. IFOprISty OI ulS Wdn~ nerS 1; her mother who was very old and rather deat, the good natured and respect fui way in which he answered seveEal questions which she put to \bim. The daughter blooming girl of sixteen, said nothing, but perhaps the looks of pleasure with which she listened to the praises he- slowed by the rest of the family, was not the least eloquent part of the panegyric. In the course of the evening, Mir. Stend- hal learned that his guests name was George, that he was an orphan, and that he would leave MarSeilles in five or six days. He mentioned also the names of some of the merchants with whom he had done business and one of them happen l ing to be particular friend of Stendhal's, the good banker went to him the next day, to make enquiries respecting his new ac- l quaintance. All l know of him said the merchant. Sis that he comes from an old correspon- dent of mine, who has recommended him very strongly to me. He has transacted business for that gentleman with several others besides myself, and he is generally regarded as clever and intelligent young man. My friend lamented in his first let- ter, that he had not the power to offer him permanent situation, and he asked me to look out for one for hinl---but have not yet met with any thing likely to sut.'
 This was enough for Stendhal, who was sort of a b. nevolent Quixotte in his ! way. He wished to serve George; but with the delicacy of true generosity,, he desired that the young man should feel himself the obliger, rather than the obli- ged. He told him that he wanted a.clerk; George fell into the innocent snare laid for him he offered himself, and was directly accepted. ~a4 a.fa Mr. Stendhal was well satisfied with the abilities of his new clerk, and not less so with his conduct the only thing that he wished was, to see in the young man more of the gaity natural in his time of life, but he was constantly serious, and even sad. notwithstanding that, his temper was so sweet, and his manners SO mild and amia- family. Two years passed away, and, at the end of that time, George had become, what MT. Stendhal emphatically called his right hand, he relieved the good banker from great part of the fatigue which he had till l then taken upon himself; and while he had never relaxed, in the slightest degree, his attention to business, he found time to render himself as agreeable and useful to the female part of the family, as to the master of it. He was Leocadie's lan- guage master, to the great satisfaction of Mrs.Stendhal, who had no longer any rea- son to eproach the dear girl with that dsin,l ion to study, which had been her only fault. But what perhaps drew the hearts of both mother and daughter still more strongly towards him was, his unwearied attention to the good grand- mother, who was alike beloved and vener- ated by all the family.
 All at once Stendhal perceived that his wife appeared unusually serious and ab- stracted. It was evident that she had something on her mind but what could that something be, which she concealed from husband, with whom, till then she had no reserves. After puzzling his brains for little time with vain coniec- lures, the banker took what he considered to be the only right way in these cases he, determined to come to the point at once. 'Till now,' said he, i've have been hap py; it is evident that you have ceased to be so: tell me the cause of your uneasi- ness-and if it is in my power to banish it, regard the thing as done.'
 'Then it is done,' cried Mrs. Stendhal, embracing him. My uneasiness arose from discovering Leocadie is in love- 'In love !-and with whom.'
 with George.' 'So much the better-if he loves her.
 If, MT. Stendhal - 'If, Madame s endhal-I say, if'---
 And I say there is no if, in the case the poor fellow is too honorable to say word-but see clearly he is dying for her.
 'Ah! my dear mother's eyes are not always to be trusted on these occasions: i: but Twill speak to him myself'
 And without any preface, he said toathe young man the following day--.George. it is time for you to be looking about for wife: what do you think of my daugh- ter?'
 George had no need to reply ; his coun- tenance told Mir. Standhal plainly that his