The Litchfield County post., 1828-02-14

OOut II.
"IasSumed sufficient resolution to ask the
explanation of this question and answer
| she gave it to me you have just learned
that am passionately fond of Rsscs it is
an hereditary taste my mother is still for
der of them than | am; since / was able
to think of any thing, have had the grea-
test wish to offer her a Rosc-trcc in blow,
(asa newyear'S gitt) on the first of Janu-
airy; have never succeeded Every
year L have put a quantity of rose-tfeeS in
to vases the greater number persisted,
and have never been able to offer one
rose to my mother" SO little did know
of the culture of flowers, as to be perfectly
Ignorant that it was possible to have roses
in winter; but fromsthe moment under
stood it might be, with6ut,a miracle, and
incessant attention only was necessary, /
promised myself, that this year the first of
January should not pass without Amelia's
offering her mother rose-tree in blow
We returned to the saloon--so close was
on the watch, that heard her ask my
name in whisper. Her companion an
swered, know him only by reputation;
they say he is an author, and so learned
that he is already professor" 81 should
never have guessed it," said Amelia; "he
seems neither vain nor pedantic." How
thankful was for this repution. Next
morning went to gardener, and ordered
fifty resources Of different months to be
put in vases. Unjust be singular i'll for
tune, Thought I if, among this number,
one at least does not flower" On leaving
the garden, went to my booksellers
purchased some works on flowers, and re-
turned home full of hope. intended to
accompany my rose-tree with fine letter,
in which should request to be permitted
to visit Madame de Belmont, in order to
teach her daughter the art of having roses
in winter; the agreeable lesson, and the
charming scholar, were to me much pleas
anter themes than those of philosophical
lectures. built on all this the pretticst
romance possible my milk pail had not
yet got on SO far as Perrette's; she held
it on her head and my rose was not YET
transplanted into its vase; but saw it all
in blow. In the mean time, I was happy
only in imagination; | no longer saw A.
melia they ceased to invite me to the
dowager parties, and she was not allowed
to mix in those of young people. l. must
then be restricted, until my introducer was
in state of presentation, to seeing her ev-
cry evening pass by with her mother, as
they went to their parties. Happily for
me, Mademoiselle de Belmont was such
coward in a carriage, that she preferred
walking when it was possible. knew the
hour at which they we're in the habit Of
! leaving home; | learned to distinguish the
sound Of the bell of their gate, from that of
all others of the quarter: my window on
| the ground floor was always open; and at
the moment heard cheir gate unclosc, l
snatchcd up some volume, which was often
turned upside down, stationed myself at
J the window, as if profoundly occupied with
my study, and thus almost every day saw
for an instant the lovely girl, and this in
slant was sufiicientto attach me to her still
more deeply. The elegant simplicity of
[ her dress her rich, dark hair, wreathed
| around her head, and falling in ringle.s on
her forehead !; her slight and graceful fig
ure-her step at once light and command
ing-the fairy foot that the care of guard
ing the snowy robe rendered visible, inna-
med my admiration, while her dignifed
| and composed manner, her attention 10 her
mother, and the afablity with which she
saluted her interiors, touched my heart yet
more. began, too, to fancy, that, limited
as were my opportunities Of attracting her
notice, was not entirely Indifferent to
her. For example, on leaving home, she
usually crossed to the opposite side Of the
street; for had she passed close to my win
dows, she guessed, that, intently occupied
las | chose to appear, l could not we'll rlise
nay eyes from my book; then as she came
! near to my house, there was always some
thing to say in rather louder tone, as
Take care, mamma lean heavier on
my arm; do you feel cold;" | then en-
countered the transient glance ofmy divin-
ity, who, with blush, lowered her eyes
and returned my salute. The mother, all
enveloped in cloaks and hoods, saw moth
ing. ] saw every thing-and surrendered
| my heart. A slight circumstance augmen-
Isdsmy hopes. / had published "An A.
bridgement Of Practical Philosopher" It
was an extract from my course Of lectures
was successful, and the edition sold. NV
bookseller, aware that had some copies
remaining, came to beg one for cnstom-
er of his, who was extremely anxious to get
it and he named Madcmoiselle Amelia
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