The Massachusetts spy. [volume] (Worcester [Mass.]) 1831-1858, 1832-11-14
THE DILEMMA.

81 believe there is something in the shap,
OF tear in those dark eyes of mine, abou
which the women rave so numerically" salt
young Fitzclurence, as, after an absence O
twovears. he came once more in sight of hi:
native village of Malhamdale. STANDING
upon the neighborng heights, he watched
the curling smoke coming up from the cot
tagc chimneys in the clear blue sky of eve
ming, whilst, little farther off the last
beams of the setting sun were PLAYING upon
the western walls of his fathers old haro-
NAL mansion, and about mile to the riph,
of it, he could distinguish the trees and
pleasure grounds of Sir Meredith Apple
hy's less ancient seat. Then he thought OF
Julia Aoplet'y, uiO- t---~net,e onIu kill L.
youthful playmate, his first ifiefni, and his
INST love; and as he thought of her, he sighed.
wonder why he sighed When they part
ed two years before, sanctioned and en-
couraged by their respective parents flor
there was nothing the old people wished
more than union between the two fami-
lies,) they had sworn eternal fidelity, and
plighted their hearts irrevocably to each
other. Fitzclarence thought of all this. and
again he sighed. Different people are DIFF
ferently affected by the same thing. After
SO long an absence many man would, in
the exubetance Of his feelings, have thrown
himself down upon the first bed of wild
flowers he came 10, and spouted long
speeches to himself out of all known plays.
Our hero preferred INDUCING in the follow
ing little soliloquy.
"My father will he amazingly glad TO see
me, and so will my mother, and so will my
old friend the antediluvian butler, Morgan
np-Morgan, and so will the pointer Juno and
SO will my pony, Troius "a pretty figure, by
the by, should cut now, upon Troilns, in
thislgay military garb Of mine, with my sword
rafting between my legs. and my white
plumes streaming in the air like rainbow
over him? And Sir Meredith Applehy too,
with his great equity leg, will hobble
through the room in ecstacy as soon as |
present myself; and JuIia-poor Julia, will
blush, and smile, and come flying into my
arms like shuttlecock. Heigho! am a
very miserable young officer. The silly
giil loves me her Imagination is all cram
med with hearts and darts she will bore
me to death with her signs and her tender
glances, and her allusion TO time past, and
her hopes of time to come, and all the ar
tlllery of love sick chi,d's brain. What
in the name of the Pleads, am TO do?
believe had sort of penchdnt for mel
once, when was mere hoy, in my nurse;
leading strings; | believe l did. give hel
some slight hopes at one time or other -
but now -O! Rosalind dear delight
ful!"-
Here his feelings ovel powered him, ant
pulling miniature from his bosom, be GOV
cred il with kisses. Sorry am / TO bt
obliged to confess that it was not the min
iature of Julia.
But what is TO be done ?" he at lengtl
resumed. "The poor girl will go mad
she will hang herself in her garters; o.
drown herself like Ophela, in brook un
der the willow. And shall be her muir
deIer! ], who have never yet knocked
man on the head in battle, will commenc,
my warlike operations by breaking tn,
must not he: must be true to my engage
ment Yes though myself become
martyr, must obey the dictates of honor
Forgive me, Rosalind, henvenliest object Q
my alteration. Let not thy FItzclarence"-'
Here his voice became again inarticu
late and, as he winded down the hill
nothing was heard but the echoes Of th
inultitudlnous kisses he continued TO LAWS
OH the little brilliantly set portrait in hi
hands.
Next morning, Sir Meredith Appeb
was in the midst Of very SUMPTION
breakfast, flor, notwithstanding his gou
the baronet contrived to preserve his appe
tite,) and the pretty Julia was presidn
over the tea and coffee at the other end {
the table, with the large longeared spanit
sitting beside her, and ever and anon lool
ing wistfully into her face, when a servuI
brought in, on little silver trny, lettt
for Sir Meredith. The old gentleman reo
it aloud; it was fom the elder Fitzcla
ence:
".My dear fiend-.4!fred urriued la
night. He and ioiH dine teiih you to-da
Yours, FITzcLARgNcE,"