The Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1837-1867, 1843-05-30
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friends make a fiolic of il No harm done
no shame here striking his hand on his expansive
chest
.But your carrioge' 'gaspcd Aunt rhils.
Borrowed
'Your fine cothes9'
'All borrowed-hcy.'
Aunt Phillis started up her feet quivering with
passion. 'You wrctch--you monster, she exclaimed
--you decever-you jack-daw in peacock's Pumes!
Pm prosecute you for an imPoster. III have you
put in pententiary-set in the pilory-transported
to Botany BAY. 10 entrup, this vile way, my I'M
suspectng nnocen,ceT To lure on the brink OF matrl
.mony-to make me the laughing stock Of the whole
'world'
Urcle Banks put his hands in his pockets aud be-
gan one Of his silent laughs.
ITO think of my waiting upon you as if you were
the grand Sultan HIMSELF continued she after taking
II fresh inspration.-'Of my tending your old equity
feot--yea holding them in my very lap
'Hey diddlc, dddle, the cats in the fddle.' cried
.he getting up and lriskng little to show the sound
ness of his limbs 'Good feet as any body feet.
No more govt than you have. Ready for reel this
minute
Take US home directly, unfeeling wretch cried
the unhappy spinster. I'll never sleepsn this mis-
-erable hove-i'll perish in the woods first
Uncle Banks, who had enjoyed sufficiently the
rage and modification of Aunt Phillis, seemed TO feel
real compassion for the distress Of the weeping Emi
Poor girl said he, kindly patting her on the
shoulder, don't take so-Joo loves you he's
young and strong-be rich man yet. Every tree
Of the West has treasure Of gold in its trunk. I'm
getting old-tired of the sea-ost my money--wanted
a hone-wanted res--foks heard I'D got great
fortune-it wasn't my fault - didn't to make
you unhappy thought you loved Joe--good boy
make you n good husband
Elmira who weary and half stunned, seemed in
passive state. did answer, but when Joe,
aged by his father, vctlured TO sit down by her and
take her hand ia his, and she did snatch it away
Uncle Banks thought it propitious omen, and draw
ing the back of his hand his eyes he did not
speak for few moments.
Aunt Phils, completely exhausted, leaned against
the wall. Her bconet partly united, rested on the
back Of her head; her tnrban, dsarranged by the
jotng of the carriage and her wruthful gestures
poken side, revealing two stiff
grey locks, while her long dark rngets uncurled By
the rain, chung to her cheeks and chin with
full ndhesiveness i he Of her mouth were
drawn down into angles; the Of her
eyebrows lifted up in corresponding angles in oppo
site direction; her looked sharpened into
severer point. Shakespeare knew nothing Of me!aH-
choly madness. lie had never seen unit Phlis
Manners.
notwithstanding the rough appearance of this
lodge, in the Wilderness of the boundess west, where
the storm wrecked and eccentric had found a
sheltered haven Of rest it comfortable and look
ed cheerful, lumned as it was by the
blazing pine knots, which crac,ed and corruscated
in the chimney and filed every nook and crevice
with the brightness Of noon day. good substantial
supper spread before them by the 'maid of
all work. but one but Uncle Banks tasted NOR
sci. He seemed TO have lost entirely the fasdious-
Of his appetite land eat Of every dish with the
keenest relish.
Aunt PhiiIis did not prowl into the woods she
had threatened, but threw herself down on her hum
BILE bed in state resembling despair. The cup of
her wrath had been foaming over, and she now
drinking in silence the bitter dregs; the veriest lees of
the wine of life She felt as we may suppose, the
Hronaut feels, who, after rising majesticay into the
blue convexty Of Heaven leaving far below the gross
and opacity of earth, breathing the elasticity Of a
rarer,purer atmosphere, almost hearing the music Of
the embj rean and catching glnrses ofthe palace OF
the Sun, when, suddenly, the gass expodes, the
airy chariot FALLS and he tunbing headlong
from his glorious height, into some muddy poo with
bruised frame, broken bones and shaking brains.
For hours she lay, planning schemes of unexanl-
pied vengeance, which for variety and originality,
might have shaped the tormens ofhe tabled Turtars,
till an appalling Inconsistencies of her own impo-
tence, and the righteousness of her wrongs checked
The ingenuity Of her revenge She resolved at length
to Sc, hcme as speedily and quietly possible, to
say nothing to her brother, any of her friends, of
her disappointment, and thus herself from the
derision which she knew would be her portion. FL
niva's feelings were not deep, nor her passions
strong. Her character had been moulded by circum-
s,ences, aud it was easily remmoulded. After the
first ebution ofsorrow and chagrin convinced that
her destiny was fixed she submitted with comparative
good grace determining in her mind, that her
father should build her fine house, and that the