Litchfield enquirer., 1833-09-19
THE TWO LETTERS.

Amelia de Beaufort was sixteen. She was yet at the boarding school; her father came one day to see her and said, con- gratulaie you, an, about to marry you, Amelia She almost jumped for joy.
 Shall have carriage ,and opera box ?
 Undoubtedly
 neck, and then, with indifference, asked the name of her intended: for that at Pa- ris, is the last thing fashionable young lady cares about.
 He is.' replied M. de Beaufort, the Count d'O Orsini, Corsiean of distinction ]; his age, forty; superb man, possessed of a very considerable fortune, and no heirs j; does that suit you?'
 I'm all obedience, father but he is n well bred man hope
 'Hc begged me to hand you the marriage presents previously to himself ibeing intro- duced to you, and that, think, is proof of good breeding
 The giddy girl gave an approving smile and hastened to examine the presents he had sent her. The spleudor of the dress es. and the exquisite taste displayed in their selection, spoke favorably for Count d'Orsini. A fortnight afterwards Amelia dc Beaufort had changed her name,
 This is the way that marriages take place in Parisian good society.
 The Count was amiable, and gallant.-, He captivated Amelia by his wit, polished manners, and the facility with which he yielded 'tp all her caprices; he however could only obtain her friendship and es- teem; there was something about him that repelled love. A perpetual constraint ap- peared 10 shackle all his motions. Amidst his most tender cndearments, sudden re- Eminiscence would seem to dart through lis mind, aud his eyes terrified you by the in- tensity of their gaze. He apparently wish- ad to dive into your inmost thoughts to de- tect any suspicion that might. be lurking a- gainst him.
 Polite and obliging to every body, Ee yet could gain no ones confidence.
 A singular custom of the Count contri- buiedsto stide in Amelia's bosom tho germ, of tenderness. by filling. it with supersti- tious dread. He scarcely oyer allowed himself to be surprised by daylight in tiie conjugal bed; at the first ray that peDe- trated the apartment he arsse and with look 0f anxiety hasiened io1fy fo the couch when q few minutes before lIe pressed his young wife to his bosom. When the Coun- tess had asked him tho motive of so strange a habit, he answered: Is w0s UOac but his countenaree became so gloomy that the question was not repeated.
 A thousand sinister ideas fioated through the Countess mind and frozc her blood. - Why all tliis extreme care to keep lis shirt closed around lis throat, and never to expose lis arms or shoulders she puzzled herself with hundred different coniec- lures. Predisposed to horrors, from read- ing llie new novels, there were moments when she thought her husbands body coy- cred with ulcers and frighlful sores; al other times impressed by lhe satanic le- gends of the middle ages lately received upon the stage, she went so far as to think that the g0sc he had made was compact Ywitb the devil, and that himself--one night she uttered dreadful scream, as she iho't she felt he had claws instead of fingers.
 Bot during tine day she forgot all tllis :l the count was so good, so handsome hap- py in being rich, and an, object of admira- ton, she passed her whole time in a yorlex of pleasure her life was perpetual mo- ton. Surc symptoms of maternity gave additional charm to her brilliant and varied existence. She became habiiuatcd to the singularity of her position, and seeing her husband make display of devotion, she no longer doubted his sincerity. Its vOw,