Herald of the times. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1830-1846, 1833-02-07

| reasoned upon the folly of long court
| ship, love without riches, and filial duty.
darcy in a voice feeble from age, but
which he modulated so as to stimulate
emotion, seconded the kind efforts Of pa
rental soliciude, and it was agreed that,
prior to the nuptials taking place, enter
! tainmonts should be given in honor OF
the expected wedding. No money was
spared Old de Jaunay threw open his
house. Music, wine and dancing emil
| vcned the fete--the most brilliant ever
given in Blos; and when Isabelle SUR
veyed the preparations, all the love of
her sex for gaioty broke forth, and she
whispered to herself Il thousand times,
what delightful thing it must be to be
married, when even the preparations are
so charming Poor Isabelle! The COM
pany arrived from far and near; Darcy
moved up and down among them like a
wthered leaf Of the wood along the fresh
grass. Isabelle entered; 'how cEarmingn
'How beautiful she is' were on hun
dred tongues. The old people talked Of
the prudence of the match, and congrat-
ulated her father. The young people
but no matter.
Among the visitors was young che
Waller of good family, but little fortune.
His air was noble; his age under thirty,
in the very prime Of manhood. He was
struck with the beauty of Isabelle, and
the pearl about to be flung away. WereI
she but NINE said he to himself, 'what
a treasure should lpossessn lie took an.
opportunity Of speaking to her and hand
ing her refreshments; he also opened a
dance with her-many tmid but kind
sentences he addressed to her, and she
heard him say to himself after they part
ed, Sacrificed onep-The guests were
gone; and when Isabelle retired to her
chamber, his manly form, and the words
she heard him speak to himself, recuy-
ring vividly to her recollection. She
thought how much sooner she could mar.
ry the chevalicr than the Count The
day and mig ght these ideas strengthened.
At length she decided she would rather
have her liberty through him, and she
determined to tell her father she could
not marry Darcy.
Il do not think | shall marry the Count
dear papa said Isabelle to her father.
ParJleu, but you shall though hus-
seyn was the reply.
But l wont, my good papa, nor shall
any one make me-
Than you shall enter convent
with all my heart but | wont marry
that old man.
Take time, girl, and repent. will
not allow trifling--get you to your cham
ber.'
To her room Isabelle went, and spent
the day alternately laughing and crying
to think in one case Of the change Of her
resolution and D'Arcy's chagrin, in the
other of her fathers anger. Night found
her half in mind to wed the old mbecile I
after ALL That night, however brought
her letter from the chevaier, full Of a.
greeable compliments, expressive of
ove which the writer could not control,
and asking for leave to hope, if it were
not too late--1 will never marry that o.
1ious Darcy, if die for it, said Isa-
belle, 'once for aN.'
1t would be tedious and commonplace
" 'Si"tS WV ~ VI "hSStioh uS-
ween the two lovers. They soon un.
lerstood that they were made for each
other; and Isabelle learned how to esti-
mate truly the difference between old
age and youth in affairs Of the heart
A thousand times she wondered how she
could ever have been the novice she had
shown herself, in agreeing to marry d.
Arcy. 10 the mean while, the time rap
idly passed away ere she must wed D.
hrcv or enter convent, her father leav-
ing her no other alternate. Isabelle had
succeeded in gaining some little delays;
'ut the day was just arrived, and no
chance appeared Of avoiding the dread
I'd alternative but by an clopement. -
This, for many reasons, was impractical
Die. The chevalier at last devised
method which was successful. They
we're, one day, in the garden of her ia
hers house, in Paris, a city celebrated
even now for its delicious garden house.
Beaux and bellies were seated in arbours
ut in walls of dark green foliage, or
in alleys perfumed with or
lngc and lemon trees, and ornamented
With statues or vases of white marble,
ooled by the fountains that arose spark
ing in the noon tide beam. Isabelle
vas seated by the old Count, to whose
cdious, thrice repeated tale Of an an
lent court scandal, she listened with her
and upon his shoulder, her heart sick
ming at the duplichy of her situation. (
The cheyalier leaned upon the back of