The Democratic Whig. [volume] (Columbus, Miss.) 1842-1843, 1842-11-24

dressing at once fol dinner, managed
to reach the castle just in time to hand
in Lady Tresethen. OF that dinner |
but remember that was the only guest,
and that the earl regretted his daugh-
ter's absence from table, Lady Caro-
line having been thrown that morning
from her horse. tainted somewhere
about the second remove, and recover
ed my wits some days af,er. on the
safe side oflhe crisis of a fever.
shall never forget that first half
hour of conscious curiosity. An ex-
quisite sense of bodily reposemingled
with a vague notion of recent relief
from pain, made me afraid to speak lest
| should awake from dream, yet, if
not dream, what a delicious reality
A lady of most noble presence, in halt
mourning dress, sat by the sidea cheer
ful fire, turning her large dark eyes on
me, in the pauses Of conversation
with gray-headed servant. My bed
was Of the most sumptuous luxury; the
chamber was hung with pictures and
draped with spotess white; the table
covered with the costliest elegancies
of the toilet; and in the gentle and de-
ferential manner Of the old liveried
mental, ard the subdued tones OF in
quiry by the lady, there was refine
ment and tenderness which, with the
keen susceptibility Of my senses, 'lapt
me in EIysiurn;" I was long in re-
membering where was. The lady
glided from the room, the old servant
resumed his seat by my bedside, other
servants in the same livery came softly
in on errands Of service, and. at the
striking Of the half hour by clock on
the mantlepiece, the lady returned.
and | was raised TO receive something
from her hand. AS she came nearer,
| remembered the Countess Tresethen.
Three days after this [ was permit
ted to take the air of conservatory
which opened from the Countess bou-
doir. My old attendant assisted me
to dress. and, with another servant,
, took me down in f1WteuI. was in
slippers and robe-de-chambre, and pre-
sumed that | should see no one except
{ the kind and noble Lady Tresethen,
i, but had scarce taken one turn up the
!, long alley Of Towering plants when
, the Countess came toward me iron
4 the glass door beyond, and OH her arm
b a girl leaned for support, whose beau
= ty-
4 (Here Tom dabbled his feet for some
minutes in the water in silence.)
i'll God bless me! l can never give yo'
h an idea OF it, 1t was new revelation
:. of woman to me; the opening OF al
! by her approach, my Imagination, FAC
J. celebrated, as that faculty always is, BY
2 the cairvoyance of sickness had gone
= through a whole drama OF love-falr
il alteration, desperation, and, rejection
f and so complete was II, that IN ate
J. moments when these phases of passion
81 came round in the proper lapse oil day
e and weeks, 1t seemed TO me that L ha'
f. been through with them before; that
is was all familiar; that [ had met an
loved in some other world, this sam
m glorious creature, with the same looks
words, and heart-ache; in the sam
conse rvatory Of bright flowers, an
faith, myself in the same pattern OF
tn brocade dressing gown!
Heavens what beautiful girl wa
le that Lady Caroline! Her eyes wer
I'd of light gray, the rim of the lids pei
ID fectlv inky with the darkness OF III
v long sweeping Iashes; and in her bro"
~ hair there was a gold lustre that seen
f. ed somehow to illuminate the curve
n Of her small head like halo. He
n. mouth had TOO much character Tor
in perfectly agreeable first impression.
n was nobility and sweetness educate
5e over native high spirit and scornfu
vn ness-the nature shining through II
lie, transparent blood, like flaw lhrou2
". enamel. She would have been, in OIL
nh er circumstances, maid of Sarasos:
or Gertrude Won Wart; heroIns
m nerhaps devil. But her lascinaIlo
or "My daughter said Lady Tres
on then, (and in that beginning was
RI the introduction she thought necess
nd }ry,) ssis, like yourself, an invalid ~
he escaped from the doctor; you mu
ad congratulate each other. Are ye
tie strong enough TO lend her an arm' M
ne Bergman" ;,
AT The Countess left US, and with Il
ter composure ola sister who had seen !.
yht every day Of my life, Lady Caroll
3 took my arm and stroIIed slowly
vas and fro, questioning me OF my seo'
ing at the lodge, and talking to me
by her late accident, her eyes sometll.
ing fixed upon her little embroidered s'i
ht. pers. as they peeped from her sno,
in morning dress, and sometimes lno
as Iently raised and brought to bear