The Rhode-Island Republican. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1809-1841, 1836-06-29

Never
Il will make him Remember this is
only the first ball Of the season J
| Lady Mounleagle gave a tete her villa at
Putney. Mr. aud Mrs. Neville were there,
of course. Florence had an exquisite bou-
( quet, but she saw Lord Clyde advancing
towards her; therefore, she prudently dropp-
cd into the centre of large myrtle bush.
You have no bouquet, Miss Neville,
was one of his lordship's first remarks; are
you not fond of flowers 2
/ yes, passlonately,' said Florence, but
have lost mine; am so sorry, for l fear
/ shall not easily find another so beautiful
( "Will you allow me to endeavor to sup
ply its place with ibis was the Instant re-
ply. Florence smiled and blushed as she
took it, Lord st. Clyde's eyes were fixed
on her face, and the next moment she found
herself walking with hun, whilst Mr. Ne
vile was speaking to the hostess, whose
gaunt daughter was looking very spiteluI.
Florence played her part to admiration.
Lord st. Clyde was in her power for she
had engaged in an animated Irritation.
They were standing Oh the brink of beau
tiful fountain, when the Earl exclaimed,
Do you know the language of flowers,
Miss Neville 2
NO, said Florence, but it must be very
pretty do you know it, my lord 2
Yes, by heart
Then tell me what these flowers mean =
she offered him his bouquet, which was
composed of white rose, pink rose bud,
some myrtle, and one geranum. The Earl
hesitatcd, and laughed; then, suddenly re-
covering himself, he said, they speak in
their simple language the Earl--Florcnce,
( forgive me il
All, Miss Neville, / have been looking
for you every where, and here you are, all
alone = cried one of Florence's gay train,
the elegant Sir Percy Hope.
'Oh, no, not alone said Florence, rather
annoyed; Lord ST. Clydc--why, where
is
The Earl was gone.
Florence, did Lord St. Clyde propose
to-dayl' said Emma to her cousin in the
evening.
Not quite but rs nearly as possible
declare will never speak to Sir Percy Hope
again
Time time can nothing stay thee
hC Stuoph "'o bhi
Florence had had four proposals of course
she had refused them, although they had
not been tcndered by the Earl of st. Clyde.
Still she continued her gay aud giddy
round-stIl she said, He shall propose,
uutiI the last opera of the season.
Pale, languid, but still delicately heauti-
ful, the spoiled and peltcd Florence leant
} back in her box, deaf to the strains of the
syren Grisi-rcgardless of the adutation
: around her, and disgusted with every thing
in the shape of gniety. She leant back in
her chair, and closed her eyes for second :;
; on opening them, she saw n pair of dark
4. eyes fixed with more than common ear
: nestncss on her face. Ii was Lord St.
Clyde those wild eyes could only belong
to him. She did not bow; she did not
| sme--she merely bent forward and whs-
; percd the word of departure to her chaper-
5 on then winding her ca6hmere around her,
: she placed her arm within that of Sir Percy
( Hope, and left the box.
{ The next morning Florence was really
4 unwell, She sand "uot Mt home" to every
one, aud began to tune her harp. String
' after string gave way as she drew them up.
? 4" Like me, poor harp" she sighed, "you
+ are sinking, spelling from neglect ~
: Suddenly the duor opened, and visitor
{ was announced. mot Mt home," cried
i Florence hastily.
c +" Pardon me, for once disohey," said 1
c voice, and Lord ST. Clyde catered. lie
b continued 81 have intruded, confess, bu
it is only for moment. come, Miss Ne
j vile 80 wish you-to bid you--a long, anC
] perhaps a last farewell y
Farewell = said Florence, dropping he
S harp key this resolution has been sudden
], ly taken, has it not =
NO replied the Earl, Il am going I,
] seek in Italy the happiness which was de
J med me here.
c Italy y exclaimed Florence, turning he
I ewes like melting sapphires on. the Earl
e dear, bright, sunny Italy my own fai
}. land J.
i lis it yours, Miss Neville = said 81
Clyde eugerly.
: Yes, my lord; Florence was my brit
place aud my home for fourteen hnpp,
l. years lsE ..s1
: Lord st. Clyde paused--notling is s.
t. awkward as pause In u tete-a-tetc; h
n felt this, and quickly rousing himself, h
Is said hastily,
n = | will not interrupt You any longer
i Farewell! Perhaps we may meet again.
IS Perhaps we may; good bye said Flor
lence, extending her hand it was slightly
e very slightly pressed, and she was alone
II For q moment she felt as if the past were