Jeffersonian Republican. [volume] (Stroudsburg, Pa.) 1840-1853, 1841-03-10

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canvass admirngy TO the light, then struck his
urehead honghlluIIy with his hand, aud, at
| length, with uncomfortable enthusiasm, ex-
claimed:
| Beautiful What at noble looking fellow,
! Fie upon you, Harry! 1t is your lauudiced
Imagination, which blinds you 10 The charms of
that manly face. What an eye! What whiskers!
| If Evel!ne can resist those whiskers then Is
she impregnable."
"Pshaw" replied Singleton, somewhat
| chagrined; 'of course the face is fauered, but,
without prejudice, | consider it superfluousy
| hideous. Pah. The hug of black hear
would be exstacy compared with the contact OF
that bushy excrescence. Hang the fellow
What shall do, Buckwo0d? How dispute the
claims Of this Internal handn?"
! "Inrite him to lake sail with you over to
liobOken, one ollhese pleasant mornings. But
no, fear The fellow isn't worm shooting; and
as you seem TO he in earnest about this matter,
my dear Harry, | will lend YOU helping hand.
If can't exiricale you from this dilemma my
sell, know the man who will do ii, if human
ingenuity and audacity can prevail. You know
Mr. Moses fimberstock, of c0urse?"
"Timherstoch Moses Never heard OF
such person"
"Whai! Do you not know Moses! Wait
here awhile. | will bring him to you, and we
will consult upon your case. Not know Mo-
ses! Poor ignorant youth! A capital fellow
is Moses-Ihe prince of spectators and of hum
buss--and the envy and detesraiion of his Wall
Street brethren. Oh, YOU must see Moses,
Cheer up, Harry This is a lucky thought
Moses shall make man of you yet; and if he
does not astonsh your particular friend Count
WhiskerandoS, he is not the Moses | took him
for. Adleu for five minuies"
And So saving, Mr. Frank Buckwood abrupt
y threw away his segar, put on his hat, and
knocking down Venus de Medicis in his pro-
gress, Quilted the apartment.
CHAPTER H.
Singleton was alone; and taking his brush
and pallet, he commenced painting The sub
Ject which he had marked out upon his canvass,
was fancy sketch, representing the stolen
meeting of two lovers The lady had her fin
ger raised in the altitude of listening while the
youth had his hand upon the hiIt of his sword,
if he heard TIE footballs Of hostile ntruders
His left arm was round the slender waist of
his companion A noble white charger tied 10
I e,
which, IN lis attitudes, was spirited and grace
ful, aud extremely we'll colored The young
artist, however, did not seem to regard it with
much complacency; and after TWO or three
touches, he threw bv his mall-siick his brush
and pallet, and, taking a chair did what Young
gentlemen in love are very apt to do-he solilo-
quzed:
In vain do Try 10 rally the hopes that have
forsaken me. Existence stretches before me
one barren level, unillumined by that orb which
would have made lis deaoaon parallSe"
As he uttered these words, a sound Of persons
approaching was heard, and the next moment
Count Mareschin0, lnarshaIl;ng Mrs GRAY and
EyeIIne, entered the studio. The nObeman
was certainly very extraordinary person in
appaarance. His hair was very black and very
hountll"l-enye!oping The principal portion of
his face. A quzzing glass was stuck before
his right eve, and kept in lis place by the com
preston of his brow. Around his neck was
black satin kerchief, sprigged with gold; and
his vest fllmed with all the colors of the ran-
bow. His panlaloons were of light blue, and
ne wore a frock coat frpeged in the most sub
lime fashion. He carried a supendous cane,
twisted into as many convolutons as the ser
peni of the LAGOON
Bat in wha, language shall describe Eve
line! Neither the pencil nor the pen could do
her charms even imperfect Justice
"This way, ladies'" exclaimed the Count,
with an spparen, aflecration of broken English,
and foreign accen--"h here is the apartment
OF our grande artiste. BY gar, he is not quite
equal to Monsieur Isabey, who painted my like
ness at Paris, but he promise very we'll"
So, my rival" multered Singleton, who, in
ms apathy, did not even turn TO see who were
his visitors. g should like to burke him, the
back-whskered rascal!'
"Volla, madame!" said the Count, addressing
Mrs Gray. What say you to dat portrait,
ha?"
"Ah' Count" replied the lady, sit does you
no SOFT Of justice. Il Is mere caricalure--is
it not EveIine?"
II is, indeed, - returned the young lady thus
accosled; adding in a lower tone, "a carrica-
ture OF humanity, but at the same time fatler-
ed likeness oiihe original"
The Count looked perpexed. "Does she
mean that for sneer," thought he TO himsell. |