Martinsburg gazette. [volume] (Martinsburg, Va. [W. Va.]) 1833-1855, 1836-07-07
M ! 8 G e Z L A NJ Y .
From the Amateu,
n TVHI t9Ie -hVEutttUs
AM JUST SIXTEEN


cold, am not sick, and father gave me a
new dress this morning, and yet want
something. wish knew what it was
Perhaps Henry could tell, LII ask him 10
morrow morning.
Mary went TO bed, and tossed and tum.
bled and felt no better. In the moraing.
her eyes looked as if they were bound in
red ferret; and she complained Of head
ache. Nevertheless, when her mother Of
Tered her cup Of strong coffee, saying it
was good for that disease, she replied, I
thank you, Ma; help Henry FIRST. il you
please
MIR. Sandborn, Mary's father, was a
merchant. lie had store on India or
Long Wharf, and dealt in canvass, hemp,
ravens duck, and other artic les Of Russia
goods. He was an honest man and good
iather, but took little heed of any thing but
the fluctuations of trade and the rise and
iali oil the market. One day his daughter
asked him how he liked Henry Willet's
summer suit oh. very WE'LL he replied,
but should like his pantaloons better if
they were made of linen instead of Grape
Henry Willet was the son of his cores
pondent at st. Petersburg. and had been
sent in early childhood to Boston, for the
benefit of our schools. On leaving col.
lege at eighteen, he expressed a willing.
ness to enter MIR. Sandborn's counting
room in order to be initiated into the mys-
terles of trade. Perhaps he would rather
have chosen one OF the liberal professions,
but there was something under bis guar
dams roof, that made him very unwilling
to leave il. So he remained there until
his twentieth year bad expired, with the
prospect oil seeing his name painted in yell
low letters after Mr.. Sandborn's, at the
expiration of his minority. His principal
one day declared that he loved Henry as
well as if he were his son. 'Ah,' said Ma.
ry, wish he was your son.
And why sol
Because replied Mary, with smile
OF bewitching naivette. he would then be
my brother
Henry did not wish any such thing -
Yet he loved her with an affection beyond
that OF brother, and would have told her
SO. had he dared. In another year, thought
he to himself, if my father makes the ad :.
yaGces have right TO expect, and if |
continue to give Mr.. Sandborn satisfaction
4 shall become his partner and of course
sHQual. Mary will only be sixteen then
would be unfair to engage her af-
fuSIIdAs now, before she has chance to
form any judgment FOR herself Courage:
year will soon be over and she will like
me as well as she does now.
This forbearance was very honorable on
his part, no doubt; but it led to course
Of conduct very little pleasing to Miss
SandbOrn. Henry waited on her TO church
and looked out the exercises Of the day
for her. but she had little Of his company
elsewhere. lf she asked him to attend her
TO the theatre or any of the fashionable re-
sorts Of the gay, he was sure to be enga-
ged in business. Mary wa. grieved at
this, and believed herself sighted, but her
resentment was not enduring. She re
doubled her efforts to please him, and ere
the year elapsed, discovered why she val
ued his appreciation so highly. She no
longer yawned, ard wondered what allied
her.
The occasion was as follows: She was
sick, al least she imagined SO, and her ia.
Their sent for DIR. C. The good ply
stefan listened patiently TO her complaints
of sleeplessness, loss Of appetite. sc. and
decided she had the vapors. you want
air and exercise, he said. Let Mr.. VIII
let or your father take you in an open
chaise to Cambridge, or Dorchester, or
Dedham, three times a week, and | will
answer for your recovery
Il can't go to day. said Mr.. Sandborn,
Il have too much business to attend TO;
but Henry will go, know, to oblige you,
and dare say you had as lief have him
as me-
20 yes. full as lief and great deal ra.
ther,' replied Mary very innocently. He
is an excellent driver
Henry could have no objections, and be
accordingly drove the chase 10 the door,
and took Miss Sandborn in. Till they
took leave Of the rough pavement in Rox-
bury, neither said any thing, and then the
conversation was carried on in monosylla.
bIes, for Mr. WiIlet, poor fellow, was al
flicted with bashiulness. At last, sowev-
er, matters took a more lively turn.
How green the grass is, said the lady
for want of something better.
very green, indeed. 1t always is in
the spring time. answered Henry, and then
relapsed into stiffness.
What birds are those sitting on the
rail yonder,' said Mary, after pause of
some minutes.
Il believe they are turtle doves replied
the youth. In fact they were crows, but
the inierlocutors were both city bred, and
if they fell into mistake. they may be
pardoned for ignorance of Natural Histo-
ry. The doves. black as they were, serv'
ed them for topic.
What, are those the birds that love
one another so well ?" rejoned the young
lady.
Yes said MIR. W illet. the very same;
and il is said that when one OF the pair IS
killed, the other pines away and dies oil
grief -.
Il don't wonder at it, exclaimed Miss
Sandborn, her eyes at the same time till
ing with tears,'I am sure | should pine
and die too in such case should you not
Henryf' As she spoke these words Der