Lincoln telegraph. [volume] (Bath, Me.) 1836-1846, 1841-05-27

invalid and toll till midnight over her sewing 10
earn an additional sum to purchase for her those
little comforts so grateful to the sick Her
brothers, thanks, thanks to the munifcent school
system of the city, were taught daily at the pub
lie school without expense, and, save the homely
provision for their table, they were happy and
well enough off Caroline alone bore all the bur-
den of toll and anxiety. Yet she shrunk not
from it, but, unweariedly, with cheerful temper.
and light heart, gave herself willing sacrifice
to her filai affection. Woman in adversely rises
into the angel.
Mrs. Emily Wharton the most charming
bride that had been led to the alter, in Phadel-
phia, during the winter of 1888. Her husband,
Percy Wharton, was young gentleman of for
tune, just from his travels in Europe, where he
had first seen his future bride. They were no.
BILE pair, and patu-e we'll as fortune had made
them worthy of each other. Percy was generous,
high-spirted, and the soul of honorable feeling
Travel had not spoiled, but improved him. 1t had
elevated his character, and given him healthy
knowledge not only of mankind but of himself
He was amiable to fault, and not less distin-
guished for the quiet, geptlemanly tone of his
manners, than for his learning and good sense
Emily-how shall describe her Let the
der imagine the lovliest young bride he or she has
ever beheld, and they will form some notion of
exquisite grace and beauty of Mrs. Emily Whar-
ton. But, then, this lovely young bride must
have hair, black as the ravens wing, and eyes,
dark as midnight, with long shadowy lashes, just
subduing, not yelling, their brlliancy. She
should have a complexion something between a
Spanish girls and blonde, but more fayoring the
Spanish, with dark, arched brows, contrasting,
but harmonising, with pleasing forehead not SO
white as Parian marble, but softer and far more
beautiful. She should have exquisite profile
not Grecian-not Italian-but fin ertcan-that
lovely, delicate out of the face so peculiar to
beautiful American females, which possesses all
the regular chisseling of the Grecan beau ideai
without its hardness. Her nose, too, should be
the least bit in the world refreusse, and with the
most charming mouth she should have sweet,
sparkling smile, which should display a set
of the most brilliant teeth that ever gave richness
to the smile Of beauty. Such was the face of
Emily Wharton. Her figure was moulded like
that of youthful goddess, superb, and Juno-like.
She dressed with perfect taste, which, altogether,
united with her beautiful face won for her the
praise of being the finest and most lovely-shaped
woman in Philadelphia. She was clever lin
English sense) without being blue, and her con-
yersation was full of wit and yvacity. She had
good share of plain common sense, and but very
little vanity. Ifshe vain of anything it was of
her handsome husband, to whom she had been
now four months married, and-of her beautiful
teeth
It was bright and cheerful May morning, az
ter refreshing night shower. Caroline Archer,
with two or three other apprentices and their
mistress were seated at work upon superb riding
dress, which, apparently, was nearly finished
The morning seemed too lovely to remain within
Caroline glanced out of the back window into
the little parterre, adorned with few flower pots
of geraniums and monthly roses, and sighed
The little canary bird in the cage hung up by the
outside of the door, sung with most noisy hilarty
as the slantng sunbeams, that poured into the
little yard between the tall surrounding roofs,
shone warm, upon his perch, while hooking
bird, in the neghborng yard of a French peru
quire, poured forth a food of ravishng song, as if
trying to rival the yellow minstrel by the richness
and wonderful variety of his strains. Glimpses
from the open door caught of passengers in
the streets-gliding past all gay, cheerful, and
seemingly happy. Caroline sighed again, and
bending her face over her work, pursued her toll.
She sighed not 70 mnge in the gay throng--nor
for berty-though confinement to one so young
and naturally light hearted, and with soul to
enjoy the happiness of life was irksome and try
ing. She sighed to think of her mothers lonely
and desoate condition, at such joyous hour
How she would ENJOY this bright sunshine If
| could be at home for half an hour to lead her
forth on short walk ~ were her thoughts She
had also recently bad new cause of anxiety
Her mother illness had not only exhausted all
her own little wages, but had left her with no
means to meet their quarterly rent of twenty dol
lars, which was due that evening at nine o'clock.
She knew not how to obtain it-knew not what
to do. She was, therefore, sad and thoughtful,
and full of anticipation of evil to those she loved.
Unless the rent was promptly met, she knew that
their cruel landlady, (for coarse vulgar woman,
who kept an inn at the corner of their street,
the owner of their tenement,) would, as she had
threatened, seize upon their little furniture, and
turn them into the street.
While she was INDUCING these heavy thoughts,
a Young gentleman entered the shop in front; for
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