The spirit of the age. [volume] (Woodstock, Vt.) 1840-1844, 1841-09-10

me. 'YOu have Just learned that am passion
atey fond of roses; it is an hereditary taste; my
mother is still fonder of them than am. Since
was able to think of any thing, have had tho
greatest wish to offer her rose-tree in bow-as
new years gill-lhc first of January. ] have never
succeeded. Every year have put Il quantity of
rose-trees into vases; the CRATER number perished
and have never been able TO offer one rose to my
MOTHER So little did know of the culture of
flowers, as to be perfectly Ignorant that it was pos
sible TO have roses in winter; but from the moment
| understood that it might be, without miracle,
and that incessant attention only was necessary,
promised myself that this year, the first of January
should not pass without Amca's Offering her moth
or rose-tree in blow. We returned to the saloon
so close was on the watch, that | heard her
ask my name in a whisper. Her companion an
swered, Il know him only by equation; they say
he is an author; and so learned, that he is already
a professor Il should never have guessed it,
said Amelia; he seems neither vain nor pedantic.'
How thankful was | for this reputation Next
morning | went to gardener and ordered fifty
rose-trees of different months to be put in vases.
1t must be singular i'll fortune, thought |, if,
among this number, one at least does not flower
On leaving the gardener, went 10 my booksellers
purchased some works on flowers, and returned
home full Of hope. intended TO accompany my
rose-tree with fine letter, in which | should re-
quest to be permitted to visit Madame de Belmont,
in order to teach her daughter the art Of having
roses in winter; the agreeable lesson, and the
charming scholar, were to me much peasanter
themes than those Of my philosophical lectures.
built on all this the prctiest romance possible; my
mk-pail had not yet got on so far Parreties s.
she held it on her head; and my rose, was not yet
ransplantcd into its vase but saw it all in blow.
In the meantime, was happy only in imagination;
| no longer saw Amelia; they ceased to invite me
TO the dowagcr parties and she was not allowed TO
mix in those of young people must then be re-
strctcd, until my introduction was in u state of
presentation, TO seeing her every evening pass by
with her mother, as they went 10 their parlios.-
Happily for me, Madame de Belmont was such
coward in carriago, that she preferred walking
when it WIS possible. knew the hour at which
they were in the habit of leaving home; learned
to distinguish the sound of the bell of their gate
| from that Of al others Of the quarter; my window
on the gcouud floor was always open; at the mo-
ment heard their gate cosc snuluhed up
volume, which was often turned upside down, sta
toned myself at the window, as if profoundly oc-
cupicd with my study, and lhus almest every day,
saw lol an instant the lovely GIL, and this instant
was sufficient TO attach me 10 her still more deeply
The elegant simplicity of her drcss;-hcr rich
dark hair wrca,hcd round her head, and falling in
ringcts on her forchead; her slight and graceful
fgarc; her step at once light aud commanding
the fairy foot that the care of guarding the snowy
robe rendered visible, inllamcd my admrolon'
while her digniicd and composed manner, her AT
icnon to her mother and the alability with which
she salu,ed her interiors, touched my heart yet
more began, too, to fancy, that, limited as were
my opportunities of attracting her notice, was not
entirely Indifferent to her. Tor example, on leav-
ing home, she usually crossed to the opposite side
Of the street, for had she passed close TO my WIN
dows, she guessed that intcnily occupied as l
chose to appear, could not well raise my eyes
from my book; then, as she came near my house,
there was always something TO say, in rather II
oud tone, as take caro- mamma; lean heavier on
me; do YOU feel cold = | then raised my eyes,
looked at her. salutcd her, and generally cncoun-
tered the transient glance of my divinity, who, with
u blush lowered her eyes, and returned my salute.
The mother, all enveopcd in cloaks aud hoods,
saw nothing. saw every thing--and surrendered
my heart. A slight circumstance augmented my
hopes. | had published AN Abrdgmcnt of Prac-
teal Philosophy 1t was an extract from my
course of lcctures-was successful, and the edition
was sold. My bookseller, aware that had some
copies remaining, came TO beg one Of me for Gus
toner of his, who was extremely anxious TO get 1t;
and he named AIadcmoiselle Amelia de Belmont.
| actually blushcd with pleasure; TO conceal my
embarrassment, aughingly inquired, what could
a girl of her age want with SO serious work.
TO read it, sir-doubtless,' replied the bookscl-
Ter. 'NIademoiscIlo Amelia does not resemble the
generality of young ladies' she prefers useful TO
amusing books lie then mentioned the names oil
several that he had lately sent to her; and they
gave me high opinion Of her taste. From her
ippaticnce for your book added he, ! can an
swcr for it, that it will be pcrused with great pleas
ure; more than ten messages have been sent; at
last, promised it for Tomorrow, and beg oil You
to enable me 10 keep my word thrilled with
Joy, as gave him the volumes, at the idea that
Amelia would read and approve of my sentiments
and that she would learn TO know me.
@ October arrived, and with il my vases oil rose
= trees; for which, Of course, they made me pay
c what they chose; and was as delighted 10 count
= them in my room, as miscr would his sacks oil
gold They all looked rather languishlng, but then
4 il was because they had not yet reconcled them
selves 10 the new earth. ! read all that was ever
written on the culture Of roses, with much more