Martinsburg gazette. [volume] (Martinsburg, Va. [W. Va.]) 1833-1855, 1838-12-05
M s. G nnL A NY.
TIE ROYAL PROFESSOR.
Concluded.


and irollc, OF cake making and ntn crack.
ing. In lsOo It was more joyous sea.
son than is now--lor modern refinement;
has either obliterated or lessened the good
old customs of our lorelathers. The in
habtanis of the village Of Bloominpyille
could not be without their share of snort
and there was to be a y.making-wlll
you believe 1t, reader at aunt Marpa.
rettes. es, that sparing stinting house.
wife, after great importantly from her
niece, had resolved to give a feast TO 9th.
ers, though she should fast herself after
wards sufficiently to make it up. Yet a
part of the guests, at least, were not to 90
scot-iree, for the old lady contemplated
on making them sew to the amount of the
entertainment SO a quilting was deter
mined upon-that best Of merry. makings
of the olden time.
+" Why, Clara, said aunt Marguerite,
entering the room, "you astonish me -
not dressed yet why rally, now, Clara,
with your milk of roses, your cologne,
your pearl-powder, you'll take up half of
the evening al your toilet, as you call it.
and toll you make Of il now to be sure.
| wish you would stir yourself and get
ready. You know | must be in the Kit.
chen at the cake, and no one will be rea-
dy to receive the gals as they comes ill.,
Besides, want you to mark out the dia-
monds ofthe quilt before they come, that
as little time as possible may be lost.
dare say, with their giggling and laughing
they IL not do much, no how. Come, child,
haste"
Yes, aunt" said Clara, 81 am in
haste +; but we are to have the gentlemen,
you know, and want to be little par
ticular."
Yes, that's well enough" says her
aunt, +" but don't think you need be rery
particular, for | can tell you the Profess
sor is over head and ears in love already"
Well aunt said Clara, with a laugh,
" that is not very deep, to be OYER the
ears of such duck-legged mannikin."
"But he rs in love rery Deep" resumed
aunt Marguerite, 8" and let me tell you,
Clara he is an Englishman and hates
the French and all their fooleries, as much
os do myself--he'll like you none the
better for being powdered and perfumed
over. Conlound that French woman,
for turning your head with such non.
sense"
Her niece was irritated at the dsres-
pectlnl language used respecting one to
whom she owed SO much, and replied rea-
Oily
"Suppose ! was TO tell you, aunt that
| am an American, and hate the English
and all their fooleries 2" and the arch lit
tlemaiden, with roguish smile continued
to twirl the long golden uesses through
her fingers, while her graceful neck assn
med every variety of attitude as she stu
died her looks in the old-lashioned mirror
that rested on the bureau, by the side of
which she was sitting. Aunt Margarette's
countenance, which was cheerful, became
serious, She could not tell whether her
niece was in earnest or in Jest. A cloud
began to rise upon her brow-lhe precur-
sor of a storm-and a storm with aunt
Marguerite was no small affair, 1t was a
real hurricane--a tornado Of passion.-
She informed her niece that the Professor
contemplated making a formal tender of
his hand TO her; and then opening the bu-
reau, she showed Clara u large amount
of gold in secret drawer, and informed
her, that the reception of that, at her
death, depended upon her listening to the
addresses of Professor Hardigan. OF all
rhetoric the silent eloquence Of cash is
most persuasive. Yet Clara had head
l. i 4
freedom--she was not to be moved by
aunt Margarette's gold. A smile at her
aunt's earnestnees, and laugh at the
Professors expense, tended TO excite our
irritable dame of the black silk hood
Clara was sarcastic--her aunt became a.
busiye. will not repeat what passed
Suffice it to say, that aunt Marguerite
was furious, and gave unrestrained vent
to her madness in " Thoughts that breath
and words that burn. Z" She attributed
all the mischief to the airs which that
" vile French woman" had put into her
nieces head and SEEING up the par0pher-
MALTA OF the toilet, cosmetics, perfumes,
&c. &C., hurled them over the house.
Never was a room scented better with
cologne or young lady whltenend with
powder.
How great is a calm after Storm
Aunt Marguerite sat in the room with
countenance frightened with cheerfulness,
enjoying the conversation of the evening.
Only one thing was wanting TO make her
happiness complete--the presence other
countryman, Mr.. Hardigan. Ever and
anon she went to the window TO look out
for his advent. She desired his coming
ardently, for she thought DR.. Grayson
appeared to engross too much Of Clara's
cIrvar.ation Harnnan inooln thopuht