Herald of the times. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1830-1846, 1842-12-08
pepular Gales.
From the Philadelphia Saturday Courier.
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plate, exclaimed Mrs. Mcrvale, throw
ing down the latest number Gf 7 popular
magazine. "The truth is, in nine cases
out of ten, the writer does not UNDER
stand his subject, and therefore paints
a creature of Imagination which has no
counterpart in reality"
Kate Lorimer looked up from the
huge embroidery frame which had ac-
companied her from her boarding
school, and opened pair of large,
dreamy eyes, with look qf astonsh-
ment. Imagine, dear reader, young
lady IN the sentimental age, any where
between sixteen and twenty her will
lowy form arrayed in tasteful robe of
French muslin, her feet caseI in The
most delicate French kid slippers :;
twinng round her small, snowy fingers,
guIllless of contact with aught harsher
than zephyr, thf brilliant threads dcstin-
ed for the p!umage Of an Oriental bird,
on the canvass before her, and you
will have piciNre of Kate Lorimer, rs
she sat on luxurious ottoman, half
shaded by the rich folds Of damask
curtain, lest the "wind of Heaven
might visit her cheek too roughly" as
/,
it came through we open window.
"Rcally, aunt" she said, 81 thought
the stories in that work were exquisite.
! What could be more affecting than the
agony and despair of The lady who dis
covered pair of 'gater boots in the
room where her husband had passed the
night. Thing of the outrage to her
tender feelings, when she had left her
own room for reconciliation, and had
kissed his forehead rs he lay asleep on
the sofa"-
"Where she had driven him in fit
Of jealousy, as unwarrantable, as 1t wa
childish and unlad ylkc," interrupted
Mrs. McrvaIc. 81 confess, it is only
cqualled by the Eonchalancc ol'thc own
er of the boots, who, aGcr ner husband
had insutcd her by drinking 10 excess
in her presence, only laughed at his
tpsy loolerics, coaxed him to the sofa,
and bathed his manly brow with cologne!
Oh shame / | will venture to say
there cannot be loVrd a female, except
among the degraded Of her sex, wbe
you'd perform such aPag;.'
"Lovo is lind, " said ha,2 Iorimer,
"and the lady probably loved her hus-
band so well, hat she could excuse a
trihipg fault
ODE you call that trilling, Kate,
which is but the first step to utter ruin"
sa,d Mrs. Mprvalc. "But they erred
exceedingly, who uttered that aphorism
Passion may be blind, bat the love
founded on esteem, which is the only
sentiment deserving the name Of love,
is but too kccnly alive to the slightest
deviation Of its object from the lofty
sphere in which she has placed him
And these devations, if persisted in,
have power to change the most deyotcd
love into Indifference, dislike, and it
may be hatred and oathing."
ooh aunt Mcrvale," exclaimed
Kate, to whom this doctrine appeared
startling, as it was new-'you do not
mean to say that when u woman has
once loved, her affections can ever be
alicnatcd from their object :"
II do mean it, though in opposition
to the most approved theory returned
Mrs. Mcrvalc. "Thc sentiment ascrib-
ed to the brllc of Robert Emmet--
Il know not, ask not, ifgH,itS IN that heart,
but know that love thee, rhatcrer tliatart,
cannot find an honest response in the
heart of wcll-cducatcd, virluous wo-
men. often feel indignant at the high
flown, exaggerated pictures Of the. de-
'votion ofthc drunkard's wife. DO they
who write them think that because she
still fingers under his roof, submitting,
uncomplainIneIy @ his bruta treatment,
enduring living martyrdorr, that il is
from choice o. because she harbours
one feeling of affection for the tyrant
who cmbittcrs the very fountain oi her
existence No y thank Heaven, there
are few females sunk 50 low as to turn
like the chdsliscd hound and carcss the
hand that beats them. When - man
voluntarily brings sorrow aud disgrace