Burlington free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1827-1865, 1843-06-02
From Sargent's Magazine for May.
A'SKETCH OF MRS. TROLLOPE.
FROM THE poRTI oLIo OF ONE WHO KNEW Her.

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FROM THE roR1I oLlo OF ONE WHO KNEW HER.
BY HELEN
Mrs. TRoLLopE! What a name ! Sure
ly Juliet was wrong ii she thought a rose
would smell as sweet were it called a dam
delion! To my mind, at least, the name
ever sonveys an idea of the person or thing.
I cannot help thinking that some of the pre-
JUDGES agains, Mrs. Trollope have been cal
led into existence by the inharmonious sound
other name. But if they have birth at the
echo of that name in her absence, how soon
are they doomed to lasting oblivian when
the Same unmusical dissyllAble is once pro-
nounced in her presence.
Lady Bulwer SAID to me one morning, as
we were riding together on Tes champs ely-
sces, "Yon must become acquainted with
my friend Mrs. Trollope. l think you will
appreciate each other"
Mrs. Trollope !" exclaimed I, endeav-
oring to impart to my voice and countenance
an expression, which | intended to be super
cilious-"Mrs. Trollope! What, After
her abuse ofAmerica ?"
"Do you not call the holding of a mirror
to your eyes abuse" said Lady Bulwer mild
ly. "Thcre might have been a defect in the
glass of the mind whence the reflection pro-
ceeded 4; and the most symeirical objects
might thus have assumed a distorted shape,
but is not that the best of reasons for bccom-
ing acquainted with the mirror-holder, and
correcting her errors You certainly must
know she is a coarse woman, is she not 2"
Cod,se? Why, If you apply the word
10 her skin, l cannot say tina, it is of the f.
nest texture. But If you alludo to the COM
plenion Of her mind, | have never discover
ed its want of delicacy."
A few days after this conversation, "A note
from Lady Bulwer was placed in my hands.
That day was the first Of the Long Champs
festival, and she offered me a seat N her car
rage to Join the possession. Her billet con-
eluded with these words: 81 think il right
to forewarn you, that Mr.. TrulIopc will be
with me II! Bat for my sake. l hope you
will be magnanlmous !"
return a hasty and delighted acceptance
and had not yet decided upon the best man.
ner of receiving Mrs. Trollope, when Lad,
Bulwer's carriage drove to the door.
She was about the medium height. He
figure was good, but somewhat inclined I,
snbon point-Her age she bore so well, tina
! could not even guess it. Her features wer,
irregular but Gne ; and there was a marke,
expression of benigni,y in her countenance
which was exceedingly prepossessing.-Hc
dress-and there is nothing more certain
than that the dress of a woman does bespeaI
her mind-was rich, elegant, and yet partic
ularly neat. kept asking myself as | look
ed at her "What can be more tasteful tina
that superb black satin, so closely fitted t
her form-those cuffs, and that collerette {
boint lace-,hat quiet looking cap, disclos
ing a small quantity ofhair neatly folded be
hind her ears-that simple bonnet of SHIRE
Grape, with the single rose on one side
Most assuredly, this is not my Mrs. Tro
lope! cannot trace the slightest resent
lance to the individual | expected to see J"
Lady Bulwer looked at US, and laughe'
without any very obvious cause, while HI
glance plainly said, Snow, at least, ! hoT
you will know each other, if you happen
meet in a crowd!" She perceived that
slight degree of restraint was still appareI
In our demeanor; and determining to reno,
the canse, from which it proceeded, she a,
dressed Mrs. Trollope, rather abrupt
with: Do you know that my young friei
here, accuses you of injustice towards h
countrymen, and especially her countryy
men!"
"Perhaps am Yankee enough myself
have been able to guess it," said Mrs. Tr,
lope. "But ] should hardly think that h
sge rendered her a competent Judge of h
truth Of my remarks on America. 40 tn