The Columbia Democrat. [volume] (Bloomsburg, Pa.) 1837-1850, 1837-05-13


the daughter in histories.
On his arrival at his lodgings, he found |
a letter from his guardians, in which he .
found the following entered among other
items:-"AIiss Emily Worthington has
been i'll, but is now recovering" Edward
cared at this moment, very little about the /
health or sickness of any woman in the !.
world.-Indeed. he rather thought Emily's |
illness was judgment upon her. If She !
had answered his letter, he would have been
saved all his recent modification. He de- |
cided on abjuring tic Aattcring and tickle !
sex forever, and turned to his desk to look
over some accounts to which he was refer
red by his guardians While tossing the
papers about, hall-listless, halEfretfll, what
should cGtch his eye but letter with the
seal not broken! lie started from his seat
in CONSERVATION. Why, it was his own
epistle to Miss Worthington! No wonder
that she had not written; she did not even
know his address. All the horrors of his
conduct now stared him full in the face.
Poor, dear, deserted Emily, what must her
feelings have been! lie could not bear to
! think Of item. He snalched up pen,
wrote to his guardians, declaring that the
illness OF his beloved Emily would, if they
didnot yield, induce him to take any mea-
sure, however desperate: and that he i'll
sisted on being allowed to visit her. No
thing but his own eyes could satisfy him
OF her actual recovery. He also wrote to
Emily, enclosed the truant letter, and the
following day set off for Allerton.
In the meantime, what had become of
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quite fulfilled her duty of being miserable
enough i'll the irstinstancc. Nothing could
be duller than the little village to which
was consigned the Ariado6 Of Aiferton.-
Day oG@r day she roamed-not along the
beach, but along the fields towards the post
office, for the letter which, like the breeze
In Lord Byron's calm, "caIno not.'' A..
fortnight elapsed, when one morning, as
she was crossing the grounds of a fine but
deserted place i'll the neighbourhood, she
was so much struck by the beauty of some
pink May, that she stopped to gather it;-
alas! like most other pleasures, it was out
OF her reach. Suddenly, very elegant
looking young man emerged from one of
the winding paths, and insisted on gather
ing it for her. The flowers were so beau
tilul, when gathered, that it was impossible
not to say something in their praise, and
flowers lead to many other subjects. En-
lily discovered that she was talking to the
proprietor of the place, Lord Elmsley-7
and, of course, apologized for her intrusion.
He equally, Of course, declared, that his
grounds were only ly too happy in having so
fair guest.
Next they met by chance again, and, at
last, the only thing that made Emily relapse
into her former languor was-a wet day;
for then there was no chance of seeing Lord
Emsley. The weather, however, was,
generally speaking, dolightful-and they
met, and talked about Lord Byron-nay,
read him togolher; and Lord Elmsley con-
lessed that nc had never understood his
| beauties before. They talked also of the
heartIessness Of the world, and the delights
of solitude, in a way thatwould have charm-
| ed Zimmerman. One morning, however,
bro't Lord EImslcy letter. II was from
his Uncle, short and sweet and ram thus:-
"My dear George.
"Miss Smiths guardians have at last lis
tened to reason-and allow that your rank
is fairly worth her gold. Come up, there
fore, as soon rs you can, and preserve your
interest with the lady. What a lucky iol-
low you are to have fine eyes-lor they have
carried the prize for you! However, as
women are mconstant commodities at the
best, | advise you to lose no time in secu-
ring the hoircss. Your allectionate uncle.
E."
'sTell them," said the earl, "to order
post-horses Immediately. | must be off to
London in the course of haitian hour"
During this half hour he despatched his
luncheon, and-lor Lord Elmsley was a
perfectly well-bred man-despatchod the
following note TO Miss Worthington, whom
he was to have met that morning to show
her the remains Of the heronry;-
"My dear Miss W WortIington.
"IIurried as | am, do not forget to re-
turn the volume of Lord Byron you so o.
blgingly lent me. How | envy you the
power ofremaining in the country this de-
lightful season-while / am forced to inn
mure myself in hurried and noisy London.
Allow me to offer the best compliments of
your devoted servant ELMsLEY."
Nowonder that Emily tore the note which
she received with smiles and bushes into
twenty pieces, and did not get up to break
fast the next day. The neXtweek she had