The Rhode-Island Republican. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1809-1841, 1840-09-09
does not revive; what shall We do ?"

opened her vide beautiful eyes, and started up
WAS It not we'll donel"
GOOD heaven, Florence"
"Well, my dear, did you never hear Of an,
one isinting before You will lose the wager
casina mia ~
my dear Florence, how you frightened
mer
Never mind-hush, here they come; now
take papa to the ball room for my beaver. and
leave the rest TO me-"
Emma did as she was desired, aud forbore tc
ask any question until they got home thcr
she anxiously inquired, &" did he propose !'
mo! provoking man! but very pearIy--did
I not faint we'll :"
"Yes; il will not do, Florence; that man
docs not care for you"
"Never mind that he shall propose"
But you don't care for him."
"Qui importe he shall propose
Never"
81 will make him Remember this is only
the first ball of the season."
Lady Monteaslc gave a fete at her villa at
Putney's. Mr.. and Miss Neville were there
Of course. Florence had an exquisite boquoi,
but she saw Lord ST. Clyde advancing towards
her; therefore she prudenlly dropped II into
tho centre OF large myrtle bush.
lyon have no boquer, Miss Neville" was
one Of his lordship's first remarks; "are you
net fond Of iiowersi"
Yes. passionstely," said Florence, "but
have lost mine; am sorry, for | fear | shall
not easily find another so beautiful"
"Will you allow me TO eudeavor 10 supply
its place with this 7" was the instant reply
Florence smiled and blushed as she took il :;
the smile was art, but the blush naiufe--for she
could not help it. Lord ST. Clyde's eyes we're
fixed on her face, and the next moment she
found herself walking with him, whilst Mr.
Neville was speaking TO the hostess, whose
gaunt daughter was looking very spiteful.-
Florence played her part TO admiration. Lord
ST. Clyde was in her power, for she had en-
gagged him in an animated Irritation. They
were standing on the brink Of beautiful foun.
tain, when the Earl exclaimed
DO you know the language of flowers, Miss
Neville !"
mo- said Florence. "but il must be very
pretty; do you know IL, my lord!"
"Yes, by heart"
Then tell me what these mean" exclaimed
the beauty, quit. 'nnocrnlly. as she offered bin,
his boq"er, which was composed Of n white
rose, pink rose bud, some myrtle, and one
geranium. The Earl hesnsied, aud laughed
Ihrn suddenly recovering himself he said,
They spesk in their simple language. the |
sentiment thar dare not express"
Florence felt her heart beating, but she only
angaed--the laugh encouraged The Earl
"FIorence, forgive me, IL"
"Ah. Miss Neville. have been looking for
you every where, aud here you are, all alone ~
cried one Of Florence's gay train, the elegant
Sir Percy Hope.
"Oh, not alone," said Florence, rather nm
noyed; Lord St. Clyde-~hy where is"--
The Earl WAS gone.
Florence, did Lord ST. Clyde propose TO.
day 7" said Emma to her cousin, in the eve.
ming.
Not quite, but as nearly as possible; de-
clare will never speak 10 Sir Percy Hope a.
gain.
Time, time, can nothing stay thee
The season 10 passing rapidly, and Florence
had four proposals; Of course she had refused
them, although they had not been rendered by
the Earl Of ST. Clyde. Still she continued her
gay and sidJy rosnd-s,il she SAID Z" hs shall
propose" until the last opera Of the season.
Pale, languid, but still deliestely beautiful,
the spoiled snd pelt.d Florence, Ieant back III
her box, deal to the strains OF The Grsi--regsrd-
less Of the sdulsiiso around her, aud dssusted
with every thing 10 the shape OF gsy,ty. She
lesnt back IN her char aud closed her eyes; on
with more Than common esrnestness on her
face. II was Lord ST. Clyde-thos. mild eyes
could Only belong TO him. What possessed
Florence at that moment Sh. did not bow
she did MT smile sho merely bent for.srd
and whispered the word Of departure TO her
companion; then winding her estchemers round
her, she placed her arm within that Of Sir Per-
ey Hope, and left the box.
The neIt morning Florence was really un-
veil. She said mot at home" to every one,
snd began to tune her harp. String after string
gave way, rs she drew them up. like the,
poor harp" she sighed, you are shaking,
spelling from neglect"
Suddenly the door opened and visitor Vas
snounced.
Not At home" cried Floresee hastily.
Pardon me, for once | Jisobey," said .
voice, and Lord ST. Clyde entered. Ho eon'
tinued-"I have iniruded. | confess, but It IS
only fer moment. come. Miss Neville TO
Wish you-to bid you-s long. perhaps 'a''
farewell"
"Fsreweili" said Florence, dropping hsr
harp key; +" this resolution hss been suddenly
taken, has II no, ~