Western courier. [volume] (Ravenna, Ohio) 1837-1838, 1837-10-12

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ron, and although these visits had been
most punctualy returned it had happen
ed, as those things do happen, in dear
provoking London, where one is sure to
miss the people one wishes most to see,
that neither party had ever been at home;
so that we had never met, and was at
full liberty TO indulge in my foolish pro-
pensty OF sketching in my minds eye a
fancy portrait of my unknown friend,
Ii PenScroso is not more different from
L'AIIoGro than was my anticipation from
the charming reality. Remembering well
her mothers delicate and fragile grace of
figure and countenance, and solitary state,
! and somewhat melancholy story, hatl
! pictured to myself (as If contrast was not
IN this world of ours much more frequent
than congruty,) a mild, pcnsive, lntor-
estlng, tair-haired beauty, tall, pale, and
slender; found a Hohe, an Euphrosine
IA round, rosy, joyous creature, the We
ry lmpcr5onntien Of youth, health, sweet
ness and gaioty, laughter flashing from
her hazel eyes, smiles dimplng, round her
coral lips, and the rich curIs Of her chcs-
nut hair-tor having been fourteen
months widow, she had, Of course, laid
aside the peculiar dress-tho glossy ring
let's of her 'bonny brown hair literally
bursting from the comb that attempted to
contino them.
We soon found that her mind was as
charming as her person. Indeed, her
face, lovely as it was, derived the best
part of her Iovelincss from its sunny tenn
per, her frank and ardent spirit, her af-
fectionate and generous heart. 1t was
the cver-varying expression, an express
sion which could not deceive, that lent
such matchIess charms to her glowing and
animated countcnancc, and to the round
and musical voice, sweet as the spoken
voice Of Malibran, or the still fuller and
exquisite tones of Mrs. Jordan, which,
true to the feeling of the moment, vibrated
alike to the widest gaiety and the deepest
pathos. In word, the chief beauty of
Ellen Cameron was her sensibiIity. 1t
was the perfume to the rose.
Ilcr little boy, born just before his ia
theirs death, and upon whom she doated,
was magnificent piece of still life
Calm, placid, digniied, an infant Her
cules for strength and fair proportions,
grave as a judge, quiet as flower, he
was, in point of age, exactly at that most
delightful period when children are very
pleasant to look upon, and require no otis
er sort of notice whatsoever OF course
this state of perfection could not be cx-
pected to continue The young gentle
man would soon aspire to the accomplish
iilcnts of walking and talking = and then!
but as that hour Of turmoil and commo-
ton TO which his mamma looked forward
with ecstacy was yet at some months dis
tance, ] contented myself with saying Of
Master Archie, with considerably less
than the usual talsehood, that which every
body does say of only children. that he
was the finest baby that ever was seen.
We met almost every day. Mrs. Ca,
melon was never weary of driving about
our beautiful lanes in her little pony car
riagc, and usually called upon us in her
way home, we being not merely her old
EST, but almost Der only friends; for, live
ly and social as was her temper, there was
a little touch of sbyness about her, which
induced her 10 shun rather than covet the
company Of strangers. And indeed the
cheerlulnesa Of temper, and activity Of
mind, which made her so charming an &C.
quisiton to small circle, rendered her
independent Of general society. Busy as
bee. sportve as a butterfly, she passed
the greater part Of her time in the open
air. and having caught from me that very
contagious and engrossing passion, love
of Horticulture. had actually undertaken
the operation Of restoring the cd garden at
the cour-a copplce OF brambles, thisiles,
and weeds of every description, mixed
with howeting shrubs, and overgrown fruit
trees--to something like its original o."
der. The farmer, to be sure, had aban-
doned the job in despair, contenting him
self with growing his cabbages and pola.
toes in a field hard by, But she was Ger,
tain that she and her maid Martha, and
the boy Bill, who looked after her pony,
would weed the paths. and fill the flower
borders in no timo. We should sec; |
had need take good care o. my reputation.
for she meant her garden to beat m.ne.
Whut progress Helen and her forces,
shatter. brain boy who did not know vio-
len, from netile, and London bred girl
who had hardly seen rose-bush in her
ife, would have made in clearing this for.
sst of underwood, might easily be fore,old.
Accident, however, that frequent favorer
If bold projects, came to her aid IN the
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