Burlington free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1827-1865, 1840-01-10
From the " orld Of Fashion
MERCY O'MORE-OR LOVES RO
QUERIES.

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QUERIES.
A breathing creature was Mercy w.
More. From the Giants Causeway TO
Cape Clear, from Connemara to the mn
of Huwlh. YOU would not meet with ano,h
er such a dear. delightful, clever, cap'ivat
ing darling. All the boys Of high estate
and low estate. rich and poor ,acknow lodged
The fluctuations Of Miss Mercy, and no one
was ever known to be thrown into any 9th
er than an ec,latc state when she favored
him with a smile of that dear. delightful.
:limpled face Of hers! o, it was quite en-.
chatting to have such a smile beamed upon
HIM. Talk of the sun There never was
u raw from tnat glorious lumlnarv tnal te''
so warm upon the heart of created man a.
n smile from the face Of Mercy o. More.
There was man who declared that upon
his heart Miss Mercy had made no lmpres.
SION and people SAID, in consequence, that
he had no heart at all, but he had. and
pretty good one, too, as The sequel VIII
show 1t happened, too, that this very
identical young gentleman, with hard
heart, or heart with low covering. was
the only one whom Mercy herself had fall.
len in love with.
We'll, Florence. darling said Maurice
O'More, one day to Mercy's sister, 'and so
YOU believe that our beauty is fast caught
in love with that unloving Eng lishman
Harry Perceval'
81 DO, indeed was the reply.
And what makes you think sn:'
Il can interpret downcast eyes and gem
tie signs. | warrant. Sister, said | sweet
sister, what do you think Of the gay young
"A N
enough said she; and then 'he'gho
heigho she sighed. Do you mark that
The goody man, said |, will make some
pretty malden's heart ache! Il do not
doubt he will che straight replied, ant
then turning the leaves OF many books bu
nothing pleased her there she tried he
pencil, too, but after making many crook
ed lines, and nothing else, she blamed thu
unsklllful maker of the cyrayon, and snap
ped i, in pet her gay guitar, she SAT-
was on, Of tune and then her harp, alas
She swept her fingers over the s'rings, bu
the only music they made was the echo
her sigh
And from this, said Sir Maurice, 'yo
infer that she loves! Well-well, tim
will show
1t Is possible that Harry Perceval ma
have felt the soft passion creeping upo
him, and not wishing to become benedict
he resolved upon flvlng from the nelghbor
hood Of Mercy OMore, Certain 1t IA tina
he called TO him his man Barney, jontle
man, who otciated in various capacities
valet included, and ordered him to pack U
all his 'traps,' 'for,' said he, Barney, W
leave this to morrow morning.
Sure you won't SAID Barney.
Sure wIll,' responded Harry Perceva
'lhey want to persuade me that I'm
!ove with Mercy OMorc.'
And you could do worse than to be
love with her, sad Barney,
Could ! ?" said his master, but | don
happen to be in The mind just at present
do any thing so desperate. Pm not to
caught with her bit of the barney
Don't you be talking of the blarne
mnsther,' replied the faithful domesli
'Mayhap, you hav'n, been rubbed upon Il
blaney stone yourself! By my cohscien
I've heard you whispering such things in
the ears of'he English girl. that ST. Pa
rick himself could not beat with the blarn
stone at the back OF him.
Hush, Barney no tale-telling out
school,
Say ie TO yourself, malher. Isn't yo,
self thut's lbelling the red cheeks a
bright eyes BLESSINGS on 'eml of M
Mercy! Ah, masiher-whenever | ca
Twinkle Of those eyes, feel a great c
warmer all the day alter Och, such G,
such diamonds !!