The Rhode-Island Republican. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1809-1841, 1838-03-07

i Hearts that the world in vain has tried,
| And sorrow but more closely tied;
Asomething light as air-a look
word unkind or wrongly taken
| Oh love that tempests never shook,
A breath-a touch like this hath shaken"
Moore.
As we do not piqus ourselves, like the
celebrated Ariosto, on following one person
exclusively through every hour of the time
our story embraces, we shall shift the scene,
and with an Asmodeus-like facility, trans
port odfself and readers to a small group
assembled in an elegant boudoir ia Broad
way. This little party consists Of three
I not uhinteresting persons; each bully
employed in their several occupations.
Reclining on sofa, with heavy vol
ume in his hand, is stretched q gentlemen,
in whose frank and noble features few tra-
endured I; and who, but that he still rests
his left arm in sling, might be forgotten
Ms the hero Of that terrible nigh, st ver-
sailes. The book he helds 10 Gibbons
Rome; but he appears more interested in
the rise aud progress of his compsnion's
work than ia the Decline and fall Of the
Roman empire. Indeed, had the great his
torian himself viewed the object Of conrem-
pls,ion, he might have pafdoned the mat
tenlive reader, for never yet did human
eyes rest on farer face than that which
graced the young lady Of the group. She
is in youths loveliest season, and although
her dress be that Of a mourner, her bril-
liant face, and gay employ, puts her sables
Il IL kas E.e
already blazing with oil the gold Of Ind, but
to which she is adding = s,omaeher. and
cesIus of superb jewels, and so much is
she occupied by her glittering psrspher-
MALTA that she heeds not how anxlously the
student on the sofa 10 watching her. The
third person 10 an old lady, who sits knit
ting purse in the recess Of the window,
looking the very fac-simile Of Popc's no
character at all'-the person to play pro-
priety without being Madame de Trop, one
who sees nothing but what is glaring as the
daylight, orhears aught but what is loud as
thunder. The gentleman first broke the
silence.
"You seem to be very busy with all that
tinsel and foilstone, Florence it would not
require a great stretch Of hns sgination to
suppose you young lady about to make
her first appearance on any stage"
"Tinsel and foilstone." Indignantly re-
tor,ed the offended lady "what sort of a
Judge IRE you, DE We're, if you can't tell
the difference between gold bullion and
, precious stones, and their limitations only"
E "Well, all is not gold that glitters,
Florence, you know, and the garsh sem
blance is too often mistaken for the solid
reality; but may ask to what purpose al
that gorgeous para phernalis is to be ap
pliedi | came here 10 read " Prometheus
: to you this morning, and find you too
deeply involved in the study Of satin an,
. gems to bestow any attention on Shelley
G What are you about, pray you 7"
y Florence blushed, and answered to tha
part of her betrothed husbands speecl
which could be most conveniently replied
to.
It 81 am sure, De We're, am most anx,
. ious to hear Prometheus; so pray begin
. and ! will give you attention, for fine Ian
guage and fine reading together is rea
for the gods"
A smile played over the features of tn,
: sailor at this bon bon to his vanity, aRc
4 with q pleased expression he took up tb,
E volume.
"Wait one moment until I find tn,
fringe-stsy, Mrs. Montague, have you any
more gold spsngles1 Don't you think
7 Janson, should have worked gold lesve'
: between the diamond storks1 The seduis-
antes shosld he brocaded to match the
lappels. Oh; 60 on De vere-l'm oil at.
tention."
Before the first magnificent speech o
the Titan had progressed half way. Mrs
y Montague sidIed on tiptoe up to Florence
4 with the spsngles, and . low whispering
ensued, which subsidized into dumb motion
on the reader looking irnpa,iently up then
Florence dropped one of her jeweIIed stems,
and routed about in sesrch Of il, quite as
, sured It vss under De We're, o. covered by
his book. He slapped ood-bumouredly,
and assisted in the search; when the los,
treasure was found, he proceeded uninter-
rupted towards the close Of the celebrated,
the unequslled curse, when ct these sub
lime words
Let thy malignant spirit move
In darkness over those love,
} On me and mine imprecsie
b The utmost torture oftby hate"
an exclamation from Florence stopped
him.
""rn very magnificent" he said, inter.
prefine IL INTO one Of pleasure.
Oh, Il would be-" replied the girl, eager
", "it would he divine did not the setting
Of the rubies fray the satin. Oh, look Mrs.
Montague look, bon mere. the stomscbsr
will fysy the satin -