The Columbia Democrat. [volume] (Bloomsburg, Pa.) 1837-1850, 1839-08-24
Number NJ.


her mind TO reconcile them.
They were all three seated in the psrlor
MIR. Moore was arranging the FIRE. When
this was concluded, he threw the tongs from
him, snatched book from the mantel, and
opened it abruptly; but after a moments
perusal, he closed it again in violent hui
NOR, cast fierce glance at his trembling
wife, and hurriedIy rose from his chair.
Rosanna, deeply moved ,clasped her arms
around his neck as he was about to rise,
and afectionately caressed him. He could
not reject her innocent coaxing, and the lit
tie girl, thinking she had succeeded in touch
ing his heart, took in her hands the mois-
tened handkerchief wherewith her mother
had been drying her weeping eyes, and
dried them second time Herewith. She
then tenderly embraced her mother, who
returned her afectionate caresses with all
mothers fondness.
The parties being now favorably disposed,
nought remained but to establish the peace.
This was no easy matter--neither would
make the first overture, and without the
penetration of little Rosa, the reconciliation
would not then have taken place.
She took her fathers hand between her
own little hands, and pressed it to her bo-
som; she then took her mothers hand and
Joined it to her fathers, as it lay near her
heart. Human pride could resist no long
er; the alienated parents rose at the same
moment, and cordially embraced each 9th
er.
From that hour, Rosa was the idol Of
them both.
Six years after this, ROsanna, the ugly
Rosanna, was the ornament of every socie-
tv 70 which her mother presented her. A.
miaDIe, witty, anu observing, her conversa-
lion was universally courted.
Onesummer evening, the sun, which dur
ing the day, had shed over nature an intense
heat had just disappeared, leaving the hcri-
zOn covered with long white bands of red;
clouds more and more dark, were heaping
themselves on the eastern sky; the atnios-
phere was suaicating, and one would deem
The earth was returning to the sun the heat
she had been receiving from the latter DUR
ing the day. All was heavy and weary; the
air inhaled, seemed rather to suffocate than
to nourish. A drowsy languor overcame
every one.
In saloon, whose every window was
thrown open might be seen gliding here and
there in the darkoned light groups of young
females, whose white dresses, slightly agl-
tated by the rising breeze Of the evening,
offered something mysterious and poetical,
whereon the imagination loved to dwell. A
low, languishing whisper was then heard,
like the soothing murmur of some distant
rivulet. A young woman, seated before a
piano was repressing her hearts sentiments
by an extemporary melody, now smooth
and tender, now deep and trembling.
/
No more whispering, but a general si-
lence took place, for hers was celestial
sympathy-~a seraph's song.
Lord Underwood, fine blue-eyed young
nobleman, was so deeply touched by the
melody, that his frame seemed agitated by
momemlary convulsiOn. He listened to
the angels voice; so softly harmonizing with
the sweet tones of the instrument, and felt
an indescribable sensation thrill through his
frame.
The music ceased, but the sweet voice
still vibrated on Underwood's ear, and there
was charm in the witty and original trife
TO which he listened, that transGxed him
where he stood.
How beautiful must that young girl be"
thought Underwood. f" Happy the man
on whom may fail her choice" and he IN
voluntarily sighed. Suddenly lights were
brought in The young woman was the
ugly Rosanna.
Lord Underwood was supplied. He
closed his eyes, but the charm Of that voice