Litchfield enquirer., 1831-05-26

cent of puns and neckclothiana, and good subjects for matrimony. Literary people die of the 6igitO nsOnstrGri. Fanny Wright is held prOfane, and lady editors bear the - at Billingsate, Virtue here deprives no man of cakes and ale." Whiskers are no letters of introduction. Good English is preferred to bad French, and the pale of Unitarianism is the limit of gentility. We have great mind, since we are 'ii' the vein," to show up Philadelphia, with its comicai contradictions-its rectangular streets, and its graceful women--its exces- sively dressed dandies, and it's decent Qua
 kers---iss strict religion, and it's European
 luxury. We should like to sketch Balti-
 n'ore, gay and wicked, and Charleston, learned and aristocratic, and all the places and people in this salmagundi of a nation--- but---we were talking of CeciIe.
 , She was, as said before, tired of every thing about her. She got up in the morn. ing, aud could not think why she should be at the trouble of dressing. She walked, dined, dressed again, dissipated, and went to bed, wondering, with the nGivette of .a seraph, why such stupid world should have been created. ttwas at this crisis of things that Mr.Hyperion St. John, the very efdotO" of cravat, joined her, as .ssual, one morning. in Broadway. He was the best specimen of his class, and having borne the caprices ofmy lady with more constant bienseancc than his fellows, stood rather ,he first in her graces. She took his arm very much as one leans upon a fence in June. and lounged down towards the battery, lis- tening to his exquistisms as one, in the same idle month, listens to the running by of stream. M'. Hyperion had never seen her in SO unoffensive a meod. He laid his fore6nger against his dickey. to preserve its integrity, while he should look round at her face, and Cecile, at that mo- ment having dropped her head to watch, for want of better amusement, the gliding in and out of her own lovely feet, it sud- denly occurred to him that it was very like what he had heard called [" a symptom''.-- his curricle 10 jarvey, the lady was in love with him With a silent blessing OH Wheeler, (he had the grace to remember who made him,) he rallied his brains. Gul'iHA l,sa,'"y vuvS y ana remembering, that in all the stories he had read, the next thing to love was elopement, he coolly. as if it was a matter in course, begged to know whether she would prefer his bays or luis grsys on the first stage of the journey. The diversion of this subject startled Ce- cile frem her castle building. She looked up, and seeing the unwonted smile of satis- faction on the face of her admirer, repeated his question twice over to herself before she quite comprehended him. Her first thought was how absurd !''---her second, "how refreshing !" Here was novelty The world had not quite come to an end. She could do something she had never done before. Run away! the thought was heav- enly. She thanked the gods as she turn- ed on her heel, and retracing their steps up Broadway, they stopped to arrange matters more conveniently at Fontaine's-. where our story found them.
 Cecile rose from the table at 6 o'clock that afternoon, leaving her papa dosing over his Moselle and snuf-box, and ringing
 for her maid, ordered trunk and bandbox-
 es into her dressing room. She then turn-
 ed the key, and laying her dresses all out
 upon chairs, sofa and fautsuii, selected two
 or three of the prettiest, Ia plain white one
 among them,) and folded them in the
 trunks. She threw in next two or three
 handsful of canoes, coral necklaces, and
 other orDaments---som indefinite articles
 of dress, a muslin night-cap and Uinai- grette to be used in the fainting scene--- next, pair of French slippers and Bible ---and last, lovely French apron of a new pattern, with which she intended to astonish her lord at the first breakfast sub sequeHt to the ceremony. Having chosen her pret.iest hat, and laid it aside. every thing was complete, and she threw herself upon the sofa to dream away the time till the arrival of the note from MT. St. John, announcing the hour when his bays would be at the door.
 shall not attempt to describe the dream, because the lady did not attempt it herself in telling me the story. It was, no doubt, like all city visions of matrimony. long vista, closed in the blue distance by four story brick house and iron railings, sery- ant in livery cleaning the door-plate, and a. child in pink frock and white pantalettes, playing in the verandah.-The arrival of the note. whatever it was, put as asstop to it very effsctually. It was written on rose paper, and, being June, sealed with a ca meo wafer. The first sentence or two. be- tug sentiment, Cecile passed over till the second perusal. The essential part of it was the naming of the hour. and glancing her eye down, she read, shall be at the door. in my Eurrikle" e"---it was quite e.