The Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1837-1867, 1842-07-05

iuturo fate Ono oVonlng, Cecil, VINO hau iohs
known and admired Mrs Dale, invited her TO walk
with him on tho piazza that they might witness
tho effect Of moonlight upon tho distant sea.
Il am indebted to Miss Grey's headache for tins
invitaiion,' said Mrs Dale laughing, as she took
his >urm, had she been in tho saloon my eyes
would mover have been thus favored with moon
light scone.'
Forester entered disclaiser against the lady 's
assertion, and playful conversation onsued, when
Mrs. Dale suddenly changing tho topic, said
Pray tell mo-. Mr. Forester, If Mr.. Beauchamp
is so immensely rich?'
Il really cannot take II upon me To determine
that delicate question, Madam, was the reply, 'bui
firm believer in tho doctrine Of O,npensations,
I am bound TO suppose he must be very wealthy
'Not understanding your premises cannot clear
ly comprehend your deductions, said Mrs Dale,
pluyfuly.
sWhy, Providence always bestows something
to compensate for great deficiencies, and ps Mr.
Bcauchanip cannot boast either mental or physical
gifts, take it for granted he must have money
'Reay, Mr.. Forester, did not think you were
so i'll natured. | am Mr.. Beauchamp has the
prettiost hands and feet in the world, and his
dent admiration of the ladies' proves him to possess
good heart
'To your last argument can offer no opposition
Madam was the gallant reply; 'but as to his hands
and feet, only say that it is not tho first time
that ladies have been driven to extremIties in their
search for his good qualities
'Well, suppose responded Mrs, Dale, laugh
ing heartily, chat must allow your wit TO atone
for your severity, bu, how long is it since you turn
ed satirst?
Ever since made the discovery which all the
experience of others cannot teach us---that all is
not gold which glit,ers. l have almost come to
the conclusion that nature, like an over careful
house wife, hides her true gold and silver in least
suspected places
In that Dame Nature might be in the pre-
dcament OF n queer old lady | once knew who hid
her rich plate under tho raors in the garrett, and
when she wanted it upon occasion Of dinner par
ty, obliged to borrow Of a neghbor because
she had forgotten whore she had deposited her
treasure
Il believe five want to find really vrtuous
and true hearted woman we must look elsewhere
than among the beautiful said Forester bitterly.
'Fie! 6e if had the slightest claim 10 beauty
should Danish you from my presence for that up-
gallant speech
you ought rather to consider 1t a compliment,
for there is not another woman here to whom
would have uttered it, or who would understood
me, perhaps, il had
'Ah now you hatter my intellect at the expense
Of my person, and no woman ever relished such a
compliment. But return to your assertion; how
can you venture 10 despse the aurements Of beau
~ after loasling daily snch banquet of lowell.
ness Miss Orel offers to our eyes. l look at her.
woman as | am, with delight, for !
fresh, pure, SO marble like complexion
'Your comparison is more correct than you i'm
agne, Madam; her beauty is indeed like that Of
the marble statue, carved by right cunning and
skiiul hand, but wanting the Promcthean touch
of SOUL
sWhe Ellen Grey is the delicate aabaster vase,
beautifully and finely wrought, and with all its OK.
quisite loneliness brought ont in rich relief by the
lamp which lights ii from withn is it not thus you
won ID have continued the comparison ? said Mrs.
Dale mschevously
'Your illustration is a beautiful one, aud perfect
ly true, was the reply; ELLEN Grey is full of gentle
and womanIy feeling
perhaps you are pref udiced against Miss Oriel,
Mr.. Forester; it be possible that there is no
soul shining in those soft dark eyes''
sThere is mental power enough, if that were all,
but there soul mo heart the lofty impulses
of pure intellect the tender affections of feminine
nature never yet lighted up those eyes or suf1used
that marble brow with the blush Of genuine feel
ing
well, you have known the lady longer than
have, it would be idle to dispute your assertions;
indeed, / must confess, when l watcl. her sweet,
unruffled look and manner, l am irresistby re-
minded Of the old Morse legend of the Snow-Wo.
man-so dazzlingly beautiful, so fatally cold
yet / have seen her under circumstances which
would have given you a very different impression
Of her. Imagine that beautiful woman alfred in
the simplest manner all fashionable airs laid aside,
and apparently the very creature Of romantic feo
ing; imagine such perfection Of loneliness, with
eyes Of softness and voice all tenderness apparent
|, yielding up her whole soul to the sweet impress
sons of nature, amid tho loveliest scenery that
even our beautiful land can produce; imagine the
effect ofsuch beauty seen beneath the soft light of
the summer moon or gazed upon ia tho silent sane
tuary OF the forest glades, mingling its fascna
ting influence with the lovely sights and sounds
which charm the senses in the sunset dell, when
The voice Of the singing rivulet makes music on its