Madison Whig advocate. [volume] (Canton, Miss.) 1839-1841, 1839-08-03

! III was q bright, sunny day when
| rose the hill that overlooked the village
| where was born, and where nv pretty
little cousin dweit. The clouds lay pill
ed IN fieeces at the west, or were rolled
away ike massy curtains to let the set
ting sun peep out, while his mellow
beams streamed forth, lining the DARK
drapery with gold, and bathing a thou
sand hill-tops with their liquid light
Just beneath me lay the village. EN-
powered IN dark green trees. with it:
modest little church steepIe shining il
the summer sunset. Besides the white
splre was the church, and not far off the
parsonage, fanked on one side by the
lawyers house, and on the other by nv
good old uncle's aristocratic residence
they were, as in all villages they are
the three best houses in the place,-fol
| If the advisers of our birth. our lives
and our death, don't deserve to live we'll
I'D like to know, my dear sir, who does
Fill up-fll up, egad, we'll toast the
whole three, sir, and give each bump
er- stopped awhile to look, but though
a crowd of sweet memories rose to my
throat, and though | had been to the
Black Hills, and shot buffalo, somehow or
other | could think Of nothing but my
pretty cousin, and | caught myself run
ming my eyes over the landscape TO
trace her favorite walks-and then again
wendering-and | felt little uneasy as
thought of it-whether she hadn't got
married by this time,-or, puzzIing my
self to guess if she was as lovely and as
saucy as ever, and still so proyokingIy
hostile to kissing her good-lor-nothing
cousin. | felt futtering at the heart,
which ended, as | rode up to the gate, in
queer kind of feeling, as if the blood
in that region had ceased to flow, and
my whole left side been filled up with
lead. But recolIected had shot buffa-
10, and | thought it was no use to be
afraid of my pretty cousin. So threw
my bride 10 a strange servant, and
walking up to the door, relieved myself
by giving most laundering knock.
is Ellen in?' said |.
Yes SIR said the maid, as she held the
door ajar and stared at me as though |
had been perfect stranger, the hussy!
This wasn't the kind of reception | fan
cied, so just lifted my hat, and cava-
lierly pushed by her into the hall.
what name shall give Miss Barton p
said the astohished maid
Monet said |, forgetting that | was
in a land of ceremonies, and highly in
dignant at the conduct of the maid, none
tell her want to see her. and throw
ing open the parlor door, | walked in,
flung myself on the sofa, leaving the
maid perfectly amazed that a man almost
as yellow as a Creole, should not only
ask to see her mistress, but refuse to
send his card up to u beauty who was
worth fifty thousand dollars, and to
crown all, actually walk unlimited into
the parlor. | heard her slam the front
door, and saw her go up the entry wiring
ing her hands, but | only ran my fin
gers through my curls, and began hum
ming u Black foot tune which a pretty
little Indian girl had learned me.
Directly the door opened, was trou-
bled with that COMPOUNDED choak and
flutter again, as my pretty little cousin
walked in, looking more beautiful than
even she used to, or in my widest
dreams | had pictured her. left her
little girl not quite thirteen,-I found
her budding into womanhood, at sunny,
sweet eighteen. Her form was like a
sylph's for lightness, but was already
developing the full roundness of the CAPT
toIian Venus. Her face had the same
regularity of feature, and the same ex-
quisitely sweet expression as ever, while
her letty hair, modestly curtained over
her brow, in part hid the rich. brunette
cheeks beneath, and gave relief to the
dark eyes that still sparkled and flashed
as when they used to laugh at me in my
boyish days. | have seen many beau
eyes as hers. They had, too, such long,
dark lashes, dropping SO modestly over
their deep light! She advanced hastily
intothe room, expecting, no doubt, from
my refusal to send up a name. to see
some intimate acquaintance, but behold
ing one who seemed to be a perfect strap-
ger,-for purposely sat in deep shad-
ow,-she came TO sudden halt, like a
startled fawn, and stood there with her
bosom palpitating under her white dress
as if it were breathing snowdrift.
Ellen said |, advancing into the
light.
1t acted like magic. At first she start
ed eagerly forward calculating 'coz.
while her dark eye flashed with delight;
then she hesitated. blushed crimson, and
looked down, and finally suffered me TO
clasp her little hand in mine, and sub
mitted to a kiss which am afraid IS any
thing but cousinly. In an instant, how
ever, she recovered from her surprise,
and, though the lady shone in all she
said, she was my own little cousin still
She was lovely being. Her converse
ton equalIed her beauty, and her viva
city was bewitching- Then, too, she
had such wit. 1t almost made one a
shamed of himself to talk to her. Gould
get but one kiss from this pretty cousin
of mine.' said 10 myself, and then
fell into reverie.
WE'LL, sir-but here's to US both
from that time forth it became the great
object of my life 10 effect that which
had failed Of innay youth, and which my
lovely little cousin so proyokingly per-
sisted in refusinr Why. sir. we were