New-York daily tribune., 1842-12-03

senarable friends. He turned out warm-hearted,
dashinp T.ouisianian, and his father. though ra-
,her loose in his reading OF Shakespeare, was not
ve,v :. tieh,n in his sons drafts on the Planters
BANK. and by all I could gather was a man Of
enormous fortune, and exceedingly fine cid
fellow. AS to Mss Cym5eline-Poyntz honored
, me so far as TO open correspondence between
US, and after few years epistolary acquaint-
ance, l was to meet her now, for the first time, at
Saratoga.
This rumpery circumstance has no particular
bearing On my story, dear reader, but l should
have told il you in conversation, and why should
paper (not endorsed) stiffsn our intercourse? Be-
side, it has given time to think which end of
| my story comes foremost.
Nothing so difficult as beginning
| Except, perhaps, the end"
was first on the ground-a good augury in love
as well as honor. Poyntz's party had engaged
rooms, and were expected hourly, and Congress
Hall had but these three cells in its vast hive un-
occspied-(on one OF them destined for /" ay honey
| fondly hoped Meantime | was sealed
Packet-sight, sympathy and hearing shut and sa-
crcd-"t be opened the arrival of the as
slgnee." Lovely girls there were, and plenty of
| vehicles to their acquaintance, and twilight and
music conspired, as they always do, ;'to egg on
that amatory proneness, SO dreaded by Saint An
thony-but | scorned to meet Miss Cynbeliae
Poyntz, having consoled myself in her absence ];
aud | f'attered myself that when she should draw
the cork of my reserve, the efervescence so pith-
| lily pent within, would % ascend NE to the brain
| of my friends fair sister, "a and there dry me up
the crude vapors" of previous Irritation, which
might ''there inhabit." SO passed the time in
bribing the servants, and getting ready few in.-
promptu sonnets-ndispens preparations, both,
! Tor campaign at Saratoga.
AS said before it was my advantage to be first
on the ground. The serenity of mien usually mo-
nopollzed by the ladies-(t being their province to
receive,) that acquaintance with the geography OF
doors, and favorable lights, and things TO be STUN
oed over-thst captivating familiarity with bell
pulls, servants names, probability and nature of
interruptions, etc, etc.,-all the important
trcnchmenis of the besieged, in short, had fallen
for once to the besieger. The gritty rgidity of
The dust Of travel was not in my amaranthne curls,
(though, of course, it would have been of no con-
sequence If 1t were, y" the shining rose bred by
| The amorous sun, was OH the tip of mn nose
;bc joled bushes unseated from the checks by
corduroy ard mud-hoes, not in nny forehead
attempting to get back over the nearest bridge
Il was not Ia need of cold cream and lavender
Twas cool,
1t very warm afternoon when Miss
Poyntz came to tca--her first appearance to my
naked eye, though / had been presented to her
through green veil few hours before, and, with
the eye of fancy had seen, truth say, quite diff
terent style of person. What her complexion
would be, when it came to be properly distributed,
could form but vague idea. Her eyes were
hne-yes, (now [ think them over,) particularly
hne-of sort of warm velvet, with silk fringe;
the velvet lustrous, the silk not; but when she
looked at you and meant any thing by it, those
dark eyes lay broad upon you. like the aat of
and-close-confdng- if she had the power
of removing the Intervening air, and you were as
good as plump up TO her, till she chose to look
;lway. Such eyes, with enough to back them
would scarcely, in the common course Of Prov-
dence, be let loose world of arsenic and razors
but Miss Poyntz fortunately had her little abate-
ments Not to be too particular, her voice was
one. She talked animally-Gke negro. That
softness which falls throug the voices Of those who
think, like dew through the sunset nr--that senti-
ment which makes tone seem deep-down and
gentle-that delicious variation from contralto to
soprano, which every highly educated woman prac-
tises instnctively in following the range of her
own thoughts and feelings-a this was wanting,
painfully wanting to the unconscious Cymbeline.
[ say unconscious-for she thought she saw herself
she appeared to others, when she looked in the
glass Wel-a-day Wea-day
Poyntz was gay man, less fraternal in the dis
posal of his time than in any thing else and he
found occupation more to his taste than respond
ing to his sisters Jeremiads on the peeling of her
nose and chin. Of course, was g too happy" to
| nonopolize Miss Poyntz, glad sorry, and as
there no ball that mig hit, we Joined the crowd
cd promenade around the spring and through the
long isle of the portico-lnutualy anxious to
please, probably, though the effort to blend the
Cymbeline of my fancy with this sun-bnrnt and
uncomfortable young lady, threw upon my side,
ioubtless any little edium that existed between us.
1t was getting toward 10 o'clock, and | was re-
covering little from my first disappointment
(for, after all, your friends only sister, with very
ine eyes and very large fortune, even though her
voice be wooden and her style untdy, is ret of the
class of evils unmtigated by hope, ~ say | was
beginning to carry Miss Poynz's arm little closer
to the organs of life, when my friend tapped me
| on the shoulder from behind, and begged me to
stop at the window of the small drawing-room on
! the right.
My Aunt, Mrs Heens, has come down stairs
for a few minutes and | must present you, said
Poyntz. "And, | say, make your best bow my
good fellow, for she has travelled all over the world
and knows man when she sees him"
This sounded formidable. protected my bow
on the stitfest known model, and made hasty men-
tai outline OF stop-gaps and other aids of conver-
Satloh suncent TO carry me through the hrs. i've
minutes and the next moment l felt as if | had
known Mrs. ST. Heens for years. She spoke as
we approached her, So gentle, so sweet, so win
ming and kind tone had never before betrayed to
nae that there was passage to the heart through
the ear. | released myself from Miss Poynlx in
stinctively, and leaned against the blind window
There was no light in the drswing-room, and by
the broken lusre of the lamp half hidden in the
evergreens of the collonade l could only distin-
guish that the lady sitting within was tall and sen-