Herald of the times. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1830-1846, 1842-10-27

carriages roll 'busses rumble ; cabs fly
news-boys bawl and a thousand other
things add 10 the excitement.
/ There are two genilemanly-lookin
young men, who have Just turned from \
store window, IN which they have been
gazing One is II good-na;ured, every
duy-looking parsonage, about the middle
height the other rather tall finely -sliap-
ed, with regular features, brown, silky
hair, bright and smiling eyes, and ruddy
cheeks see now they are walking
arm. in-arm leisurrly along. A moment
more, and carriage approaches IN al
opposite direction. Now it is nearly OPP
posie ihem--n face of most expressive
beauty is visible through the window
bewItching smile is upon il, and u pair
Of sparkling blue eyes greet, with look
of recognition, the aforesaid gentlemen.
They bow in return, and one bushes !:
il is the tallest Of The two.
"ls she not beautiful :" exclaimed the
other.
"Do you think 80, George ?" said his
companion, absiractedly.
"Do ! think SO Come. cousin John,
that is excellent. ! suppose you do not Z"
said The first speaker, archIy.
w-I 7"
eyes, you--you my dear fellow /; you
who danced with her so often at my
birh-nlght ball, month ago, just after
you arrived upon your v,sit to us; you
who have gallanied her whenever you
could get an opportunity since (; you on
whom she does not look very coldIy, |
think you-
"Wcll, COZ, what else 7" interrupted
the one called John, with good -hunour-
ed smile.
"Why-bu, IN just give you
piece ofndvice: pop the question as soon
as possible, for she Is worth having,
assure you. II You do not, you will
stand a chance of losing her, foI she
does not look coldIy on Ned Mortimer,
either. So ] say pop The question at The
first opportunity. If were not engaged
already, might not give you such ad-
vice, nv good fellow"
"Pshaw You don't know what
you're saying, coz" was The reply,
whilst the colour deepened on the speak
cr's cheek.
"Don't II But see that lady has
dropped her handkerchief l'll run after
her with it,"
Willis, he was performing this little act
ofbenevolence, or honesty, or politenrss,
whichever you choose to call it, his com
panion walked slowly on, muttering,
"pop the question:" "Ned Mortimer"
"chance Of losing her." SC. "rime
enough, though" said he, shalt aloud,
"time enough"
And now, gentle reader, have We no,
recog gnzed this good d-looking parsonage Il!
That last exclamation might have told ye
it was our friend John Brown.
His cousin, George Montgomery, was
soon again at his side and walking on,
which they entered. IL was the resi-
dence Of Johns aunt and Georges mo
ther
The lady, whom their conversation re
lated to, was named Clara Stanley, an
heiress not only of wealth, but also of
beauty. Mistress Of herself-for hei
parents had been dead some years, aud
she was now Of age-she was free to be-
stow her haud on whomsoever she pleas
ed. Many suitors had she, as might
naturally be expected but to n few on
ly did she give an encouraging smile. -
Our hero had become acquainted with |
her shortly after his arrival in the city,
and now, to use vulgar expression,
was "over head and ears in love ~
And indeed she was no unworthy object
for, to an amIable disposition, she united
a highly cultivated and sound mind. -
John had intended several times, when
good opportunities had occurred, to make
an offer of his heart and hand, but 'tine
enough" he said TO himself, and SO the
opportunities passed. Now his fears
were somewhat awakened bv his cousins
hints respecting Ned Mortimer, "a fine
looking, worthy young man, and he de.
,ermined TO improve the chance, should
any again be presented.
We will now take the liberty Of trans
porting our readers to another scene. -
The time is evening, and several days
subsequcn to the previous one the
place beautiful villa, so ne short dis
lance outside of the city proper "a mag
nifcent saloon is filled with the elite of
the beau monde dancers bound lightly /.
to the soul-siirrIng strains of music, and
mir'h and Joyiulness prevail. II is Mrs.
Manley's ball-a lady distinguished in
he fashionable circles. Let us enter
and see whom we can recognize. Oh I, Il
here is our bon ami John Brown, and
his cousin George Montgomery, and the
lady who smiled upon them from the
carriage the other day, Clara Stanley
she is leaning on Johns arm they are
awaiting to take their places in the next
coIlIIon She is a bewitching creature \
Such an exquisitely rounded form, and
SO dignihed lis carriage such auburn
hair, such delcately chiselled features
such rose lips, and pesry teeth such
: glowing cheeks, and such laughing light
blue eyes, whose every sparkle tells of a \
merry soul within Now see another
person approaches the group. lie is a
all, finely formed man, with noble fea-
ures, dark eyes, and pleasing counte-
rance.