Lincoln telegraph. [volume] (Bath, Me.) 1836-1846, 1841-06-03
t@electcU Talee.
From the Lady's Book for May.
THE nEILLINER's APPRENTICE;
OR THE FALSE TEETH.
A Story that has more Truth dan Fiction IN il,
BY Professor j. II. INGRAHAM.
Coatnued.]

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little before one clock, on the same day in
which the scenes at the milner's shop took place,
| gallant cavalcade, consisting of halfa dozen la
dies and gentlemen, started from the door of one
of the princely mansions of Grard Place, and full
| ofgaety and spirits, turned down Broad street.
Here they gave rein to their spirited horses, and
at a rapid pace rode along this magnificent ave-
nue., which, but for the railroad that disfgures
it, would be without parallel in the cities ofhe
! Union. A few minutes swift riding brought them
| into the suburbs, and, after winding through ma
ny shady lanes, and traversing pleasant roads,
adorned with citizens villas, they passed upon
spacious thoroug hfare, crowded with carriages,
pedestrians, and horsemen, and, soon after, de-
soendng a hill, from which was most delightful
rural prospect of woodland lawn, and river, they
drew rein at the gate ofthe Laurel Hill Cemetery
| By the courtesy of the very gentlemanly origina-
tor and director fthis lovely spot, Mr.. Smith,
the ladies were permitted, without the trouble of
dismounting, to ride through the gravelled ave-
nues of this exquisite place ~ 4f
.'Pray, Mr.. Smith, asked one of the ladies',
distinguished less bya superb green rding-habit
that swept the ground with its flowing folds than
by the elegance of her figure, the dazzling beau
| ty of her face, the perfection of her seat in the
! saddle, and the admirable manege of her steed
pray, Mr.. Smith, do tell me if that is one Of
Thoms statues of Souter johnny you have in
that niche p
I" Ride nearer, Mrs. Wharton, where you can
look over the iron fence, and you will recognize
in it a grarer friend of yours than Souter, said
the director, smiling.
at is Old Mortality in very truth, Percy
Frank, did you ever see any thing SO perfect' l
wish Walter Scott were of our party and could
see it. How it would delight the good old gen.
| tleman.'
(which of them, Scott or Mortality, sis p ask
ed the young man whom she called Frank, the
very same young ge ntleman that had made Car
oline Archer work a button hole stitch on &C a
hem" pair of the fawn-colored gloves he had
purchased were upon his hands.
"Are you not ashamed, Frank, to destroy En-
lmy's sentiment ?" asked Percy Wharton.
frank has no more sentiment than Sultan
herc!" she said, patting her horse upon the arch
ed name. 'See how intelligently he looks. as if
he was alive to the beauties of the sculpture and
had read Waverly. Out upon you brother
Frank" s.s##H
E" Believe me, sis, he is trying to spell out that
tin sign hung on the statue, like aporter's label"
+" Silence, brother! this is no place for light
conversation Indeed, think it will be wrong to
ride through the cemetery
"Trans of funeral carriages traverse it daily,
Mrs. Wharton, said the proprietor, " and al
ways drive in my own barouche
" You had best ride in, Emily, said Percy, Gas
we have planned long ride before we return to
the city, and there will be detention in remount-
ing"
Slowly moving along the ascending and wind
ing avenues, the whole party, accompanied by
the attentive director, went through the whole
cemetery, lingering here and there before mon
ument and selecting lovely spots where they
thought they would love to lie when LIES cares
were over. at /
ELIZABETH - repeated Mrs, Wharton, paus-
ing before simple block of marble erected above
green grave. g How touching Not another
word on the tomb How afectingy touching
Here is another My DAUGHTER, AGED SEVEN
TEEN YEARS.! What tale these few eloquent
words tell - 81. y
Thus they wandered through the rural grounds
OF the cemetery, yet pausng a moment on the
highestpar where all the ways met, to conten-
plate prospect that has no equal. The Schuyl-
kill stretched away the right and left, present
ing ON either hand the most perfect scenery, SO
that it was difficult to decide which was the love-
lier, the northern or southern view. Its banks
were adorned by groves of oaks, and elm, that
from sloping green hills descended till they hung
over the water, which was black with their shad-
ows. Numerous villas, with lawns of bright green
spread before them, studded here and there with
a copse or a group of venerable trees, were half
hid, half seen through the forest either shore
while the quiet and rcpose of the whole was re-
lieved and enlivened by galy painted canal bar
ges, gliding beneath the banks and filling the air
with the wild melody of their bugles.
''How lovely! 20 was the exclamation of all, af-
ter they had surveyed the beauty ofthe prospect.
"Do you remember Mount Auburn 2" asked
Percy of Emily.
eyes, hut it is less lovely than this Here,
methinks, would willingly repose after Death