Litchfield enquirer., 1830-09-30
ALBTNA MCLUSH.

there is any thing hate in life, it is what dainty people call a spirituelle. Motiou- rapid motion--a smart quick, squirrel-like step, pert, volublc tone-in short live ly glrl-is my exquisite horror would as lief have a dia6te petit dancing their in- fernal hornpipe on my cerebelum as 10 be in the room with one. have tried be-, fore now to school myself into liking these parched pease of humanity. have iol- lowed them with my eyes, and attended to their rattle till was as crazy as fly in a drum. have danced with them, and romped wi:h them in the country, and per fled the salvation of my white thighs by setting near them at supper. l swear off from this moment. do. wont--no- hang me if ever show another small, live ly, spry, woman a civiity.
 AIbina McLush is divine. She is like the description of the Persian beauty by Hafz :-' Her heart is full of passion, and her eyes are full of sleep.' She is the sis ter of Lurly McLush, my old college chum, who, as early as his Sophomore year was chosen President of the Dolce-farni- ente ,SocietY-no member of which Was ever Known to be surprised at any thing | fast alone excepted.) Lury introduced me to his sister one day, as he was lying upon heap of turn:ps, leaning on his el- bow with his head in his hand, in green lane in tine suburbs. Ho had driven over stump, and been tossed out of his gig, and came up just as he was wondering how in the d-l's name he got there AL pima sat quietly in tho gig, and when was presented, requested me with a, delicious drawl, to say nothing about the adventure - would be so troublesome to relate it to every body! loved her from that mo- mont. ... .,.t. ..gs4,s. ...5...... .- Miss McLush was tall, and her shape, of l its kind, was perfect. 1t was a feshy one, exactly, but she was large and full, and without t'a rosiness which would have made it vulgar, healthy. Her skin was clear, fine grained, and transparent; her temples and forehead were perfectly roun- ded aud polished, and her lips aud chin swclled into ripe and tempting pout, like the cleft of bursting apricot. And then her eyes--large, liquid, and sleepy-theJ languished between their long black irin' ges as ifthey had no business with day light--like two magnificent dreams, surpri' sed in their jet embryos by some birds
 nesting cherub. Oh it was lovely te look into them
 She sat usually upon a fauteuiI, witl her large, full arm imbedded in the cush- ion, sometimes for hours without stirring have seen the wind lift the masses ol dark hair from her shoulders when 1t seem- ed like the coming to life of marble He be-slIe had been motionless so long. She was model for tho Goddess of Sleep, as she sat with her eyes half closed lifted up their superb lids slowly as you spoke to her, and dropping them again with the de. liberate motion of cloud, when she hac murmured out her syllable of assent. HeI figure, in sitting posture, presented gentle declivity from the curve ot heI neck to the instep of the small round foo lying on its side upon tho ottoman. re- member fellows bringing her plate ol fruit one evening. He was one ot ou' lively men-a horrid monster. all rlght an eles and activity. Having never been ac- custon,ed to hold her own plate, she hac not well extricated her white fingers iron her handkerchief, before he set 1t down IT her lap. As it began to slide slowly to- wards the floor, her hand relapscd into tho muslin folks, and she fixed her eye upon l
 with kind of indolent surprise, dropping her lids gradually, till, as the fruit scatter
 ed over the ottoman, they closed entirely and liquid jet line was alone visible through the heavy lashes. There was al r imperial indifference in it, worthy of Juno
 Miss McLush rarely walks. When sh' |, does, it is with the deliberate majesty O Il 1 R;3o. fIor small Dlump feet melt to tht