Southern Argus. [volume] (Columbus, Miss.) 1834-1842, 1839-08-27

nation in the world can endure ennui like
the English, there Is certainly none at less
pains to conceal it--and Manners at length
was only kept from downright pelulance
by the appeara ce OF an evening paper.
This he listlessly took up, and placing the
lights in the most convenient way for him.
sef-io the total disregard of his compan.
ion-began to pore over the columns in
the desperate hope Of finding amusement.
But il were tedious TO tell how dull
evening was spent. and we fear our read
ers would hardly thank us for such mar
ration. Suffice it to saw " as the journals
have 1t, "that Henry Mann RS sat it out,
not, however, without making the secret
re oluton, that so long as the gift Of reason
was continued TO him. he would Lever sub
NIT 10 such an ordeal again"
"Did hear you order your cab at one?''
said Mrs. Manners to her husband. as he
entered the breakfast parlour the following
morning.
yes, my dear, replied the other, pour
ing ont cup of coffee.
"Where do you 20 to day?'
"Really, my dear, that depends alto.
gethcr upon circumstances
But, Henry, | had arranged that you
and l were to accompany my sister, Lady
Powderlask, 10 SqueelinI's mo ming con
cert
Knowing how particularly fond am
Of music" replied her husband.
NAY, but ther to accompany me. You
know cannot yet be seen in public with
out you."
Il declare, Mary, you are as full of
whims rs a superannuated Lady Patron
ess. What earthly harm can there be in
your going TO morning concert without
dragging me there, when you know my
detestat'on of all concerts and morning
concerts in particular"
dragging you" cried his wife, thor
oughly pqued. IL am aStonshed to hear
YOU use word like that"
IL know none more applicable" replied
the husband quietly. mot content with
my having remained at home all yester-
day evening TO oblIge you"
ITO oblige mer' cried the beautiful and
once fascinating Mary Dudley, in unftiJn-
ed astonishment, and putting back her
chair, with domestic TRACED. start, oh!
this is past all enduring 1t is mere wan.
ton"
"My dear Mary. let us have no scenes,
for heavens sake. You employ your ex-
ceent (hem!) Judgment for one moment.
and YOU will see that it cannot be expected
that should continue every day, hour,
and minute of my existence, in attendance
on my wife. Much as love you, Mary"
continued lie, with his mouth full Of but
tered toast, ''that, you know, is quite inn
possible"
A considerable pause succeeded, and
Manners was beginning to congratulate
himself on the success OF what he liattered
hm> elf was 'frmucss,' when TO his utter
his wife, towards whom he
had not once ventured to look, now burst
INTO a flood of tears.
Starting up, lie rushed TO her side, and
made use Of all his former terms of en-
dearmcnt, which were yet fresh in his
memory, repeating them almost me-
chancaiIv; but his wife'S agitation only
continued to increase, and dreadn9 the
usual finale of lantng fiji, he pulled the
bell violently, and summoned her attend.
ant. who nstantiy-as they always do
made matters worse, by exhibiting little
agitation of her own, out of sympathy to
tie dreadful way" of her dear mis-
tess"
Rap, rap, rap, rap. rapi
"Confound it," cred Manners. going TO
The window, here is Lady Powderfask.
Oh! VIC shall have the whole family here
b; and by"
IL bounced her ladyship, who instantly
enlvened the SC, ne by new burst Of
sympathy. Fragrant essences, soothing
expressions on all sides and great deal Of
whispering on ore. we're put in requisition
to restore tranquility; and in short time
Mrs. \ anners permitted herseIfto be led
to Ter own room, in a state, however, Of
extreme NERVOUS agitation"
Manner. was left alone. Now, to go
out was impossible would have been
barbarous 10 have done so-the day, as if
10 add 10 his gloom, set in dull and driz-
zily, and takirg up the newspaper. he
threw himself MO hi chair, and began
with a melancholy interest TO iead tie
'Coroncr's lnqueSts."
.Ah. Manners' cried Lord Sweepstakes,
entering the room about an hour after the
events above mentioned. What, still in
vour dressing cownl Why, we shall be
latel"
My dear fellow, ! really cannot &C
company you to-day"
"Why not; what's the matter"
ooh, nothng-but the fact is-you
know we are old friends; you must pardon
a little weakness, ehl-but the fact is, this
is the last day of our 'honeymoonl
THE WHITE FEATHER.
BY HENRY R. ScHOOLcRAFT.