Herald of the times. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1830-1846, 1843-08-24

MolhCr mplher ~ exclaimed n
sweet, eager voice, and the speaker,
child Of thirteen years, burst into the
room, where Mrs. Carlton sat al work,
-"dont you think there is to be prize
given on exhibition day for the hest
composition Aud mean to try for it
-sha'nt -
She was a little, haruln- scarun, look
ing thing ! suppose she had run all
the way home from school, for her straw
bonnet hung on her neck instead of her
head and profusion Of soft dark hair
was streaming in such disorder about
her glowing face, that you could not tell
If she were pretty or not but YOU could
see pair OF brilliant grey or blue or
black cyes-thcy certainly changed
their color with every new emotion, hut
! think they were really grey--full Of
laughter, and love beaming through the
truanl tresscs, aud all eloquent with the
beauty of Il fresh, warm soul. The
change IN the child's eyes is no freak or
foolish fancy, for every one noticed il,
aud her -cehooI-crony, Kate Sumner
used to declare that when Harriet was
angry they were black grey when she
was thoughtful violet when sad and
when happy and loving, they changed
10 The tenderest blue.
Mrs. Carlton drew The little giil to-
wards her. and smoothcd back the re-
bclIIouS cuIS, at the same time cxclam-
ing, with long drawn sigh-"My dear
Harriet how you do iook."
"Oh, mother IT'S not the least mat
ter how look ! If were only beauty,
now, like Angelica Burton, would keep
my hair as smooth as AS anu thing
but | wouldn't rub my cheeks though,
as she does always, just before she goes
into n room where there is company,
would yOa mother -
The mother gazed at the chiId's ex-
prcssive face, as she spoke, with It's ir-
regular, yet lovely features, the strange
bright eyes, the changing cheek, the
full aud sweet, but spirited mouth, and
said to herseIi-"M ha,ever YOU may
z think, my darling, | would not change
your simple, childlike unconsciousncss,
for all Angellac's beauty, spoiled as it
is by vanity and aGcctation"
But mother, do give me subject
for composition, for | want to write it
now, this minute !"
"Harrict," " said Mrs. Carlton quietly,
ego and brush your hair, change your
shoes, and mend that rent in your dress
"a neatly as you can"
Harriet halr pou,ed, but she met her
mothers tranquil eye, the pout changed
to a good-humorcd smile, and kissing
her, allcctionately, she bounded off to
do her bidding"
While she is gone, you would like
would not my dear reader to ask a
few questions about her. can guess
what they are, and will answer them, to
the best OF nv knowledge.
/ Mrs Carlton is widow, with n mod
crate fortune, aud a handsome house in
fremont street, Boston. She has been
a star in fashionable life, but since the
loss Of her husband, whom she tendcrly
loved she has retired from the gay world
and devoted herself TO her chid--a wild,
frank, happy, generous and impetuous
creature, with half dozen gnrng faults,
and one rare virtue which nobly redeem
ed them all. That virtue, patient reader,
you mus, find out for yourself Perhaps
you will catch a glimpse of il in
CHAPTER II-AUNT ELoIsE.
Harriet was busy with her compost
ton, when her aunt, who was on visit
10 Mrs Carlton, entered the room
Aunt Eloise was u weak minded aud
weak hearted lady, of very uncertain
age, unhappIly gifted with more sensl-
billiy than sense. She really had deal
of feeling herself, and al almost
lueNhaustlble shower Of tears, varied
occasionally by Mysteries and laiutIng
fits, whenever any pressing cxIgcncy,
ia the fate other friends, demanded sell
possession. energy or immediate nssIs-
lance. II, too, there happened, a. there
will sometimes, ~ all house holds, to be
an urgent necessity for instant eA.tilon
by any member OF the family, such ~
sewing, watching with an Invalid, or
shopping with country cousin, poor
} Aunt Elolse was invariably and most