Litchfield enquirer., 1831-05-26

the pretty name those two black lines stand for-but it's true story, and of course you know 1 can't 1; so, till see you where l can whisper tt in your ear. we'll call her, if you please, CeciLe.) Cecile, then, was belle of some two winters standing. hate description in a real story, and so I'll just say, that she was sort of Aurora Ra- by-looking beauty, (don't look for the de- scription, Miss, it's naughty book, Don Juan,) dark eyed, dark haired. and with the foot and hand of a Peri. She was a glorious little creature, real angel by can- dle-light. and by daylight something be- tween Honor O'Hara, Fenella and Di Vernon, but twice as lovely as either. The men adored her, and the women tnothing hates like woman) were eating their hearts up about her. Tksy abused her tOut-d-toat. They said she was not stylish, Chats the word, since genteeI is exploded,) but, like other angels, she was sort of witch, and knew the fashions a month before the milliners. They said she was proud, but pride is bewitching in woman whose lip is pretty. They said she was dirt, and sarcastic, and couldn't read without spelling, but on these points, tout le monde ct s0 sGeMr had different opinion. Nothing would do; she was a belle in spite of them-and that reminds me to go on with my story.
 Cecile, l was saying, had been a belle for two winters-that is to say, within that number of seasons she had refused the three Y" fine men, (there are never more at time,) and provoked beyond endu- rance, the three hundred fine women, (of whom there may be any quantity.) She had worn what she fancied, and the millin- CTS had not resented it-said what she chose, and visited where she pleased, and cut all stupid people, authentic or not--and still the men swore (and the women admit ted because they swore) that she was di- vine. Like another great conqueror, how ever she soon exhausted her material, and wept for new worlds. The same eternal VOWS from the same eternal whiskers-ths same eternal daylight and candle-light, with their same eternal walks, suppers and dances-lt was too much for even angelic patIence-Cecile was eMnyMee q mort
 And who wonders? Who. that has mada Imam, wonders at feeling of tOHjours perd- riE at the very sound of its name, forever
 
 loves to look all day at panorama The parties are brilliant-buts who loves to make one of a belle's cOrdOn composed of every nation, and speaking every language under heaven or, to maintain mono- logue to pale, exhausted, over-dressed creature, who would rather die than be at the trouble of a sentence Then the eter- nal oysters, pickled and stswed, stewed and pickled, he only variety seen at party through the season. with salad concocted q Ia GOth, rolled into the rooms upon round tables, and rolled out again, before he who eats like Christian could select and trans6x one of proper proportions and the pink champaign, sweet and sick ish; and the short, ill-cravated, indigen- ous beaux, and the tall, discontented-look- ing exotics-stereotyped Manuel heads crowding up"n the eye like the multiplica- ! tions of an incubus, and the slavish similar ity of every article of dress to its neighbor -Bennct fast asleep over his cremona, and coalitions dancing upon two fee. square who, we again ask, in the name of tho foul fend, would not, of such a routine, tire and sickenf
 Far be it from me, however, to indite an unqualified phlippic against the metropo- I;s of our land. There is n0 place this side the water which gathers so much of the rich and rare--no place where the feet ot the women are smaller, or the enterprise of the men more laudable-none where the pave is so brilliantly lhronged, the simple more dexterously enlightened, and the plethory of the pocket more speedily re- lieved-none, in short, where there are united such fOci of people and things, or where one may learn faster the necessity of combining, in his andividual person, the accomplishments of Briareus and Argus. It is London diminished. No place like it "lo take ths nonsense out of you." The first person singular is, to all but itself, very indifferent pronoun. Nobody cares there whether you |" cock your thumb" or no. Fanny Wright is no lion in Broad- way, and the Frugal Housewife might eat her " hard gingerbread" !" and swear that it was nice uncOnti adicted.
 How different iron, Boston Here. every body knows every body, and his business. | You cannot stir without feeling your im- portance.-A very little stranger makes . very splendid tiger.' and peculiar tie in cravaI gives you three months immor- sality. Your birth, religion, early history, finances, and probabilities of distinction transpire with your arrival.--" Good soci- ety." at the same time, doubts while it dis