Vermont phÅ“nix. [volume] (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1834-1955, 1843-05-12

grinning girl, 'unoosen my cloak-untie m
, bonnet-give me a glass of water TIL
last words were uttered in calmer voice
The idea, that notwithstanding the awful de
usons respecting the splendor OF Banks
vile, under which she had been laboring
she could induce him to build house e
her own taste, out of his boarded treasures
came like a good angel and checked thu
outpouring other anger 1T is very strange,
said she, in hysterical gggle, that gen
teman of your fortune should be willing tc
live so simply
MY fortune y repeated Mr.. Banks, for
tune enough. Own this lot and farm
plenty for me--al the rest false report
No matter-thought I'd try my friends
make frolc of it-No harm done-no
sham here, striking his hand on his expan-
sive chest.
But your curriager gusped Aunt Phil
lis.
Borrowed
your fine clothes 2
All borrowed-hey
Aunt Phillis started up on her feet, quv-
erng with passion. you wretch-you
monster she exclaimed-you deceiyer-
you jack-daw in peacock's plumes I'll
prosecute you for an imposter. I'll have
you put in penitentiary-set in the pilory
transported to Botany Bay. To entrap,
this vile way, my unsuspecting innocence.
To lure me on the brink of matrimony-to
make me the laughing stock of the whole
worldP
Uncle Banks put his hands in bis pockets
and began one of his silent laughs.
TO think OF my waiting upon you as if
you were the grand Sultan, HIMSELF con-
tinued she after taking fresh INSPIRATION
of my tending your old equity feet-yea,
holding them in my very lap
Hey diddle, diddle, the cats in the fd-
die, cried he, getting up and frsking lit
to show the soundness of his limbs. Good
feet as any bodys feet No more govt than
you have. Ready for a reel this minute
Take us home directly ,unleeling wretch,
cried the unhappy spnster. I'll never sleep
in this miserable hovel-l'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 dis
tress of the weeping Elmira. Poor girl,
said he, kindly patting her on the shoulder,
don't take on so-Joe 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-tred of the seas
lost my money-wanted home-wanted
heard I'd got great fortune-it
wasn't my fault-didnt mean to make you
unhappy-thought you loved Joe-good boy
make you good husband
Elmira who weary and half stunned, SEEM
ed in passive state, did not answer but
when Joe, encouraged by his father, ventur-
ed to sit down by her and take her hand in
his, and she did not snatch it away, Uncle
Banks thought it propitious omen, and
drawing the back of his hand across his |
eyes he did not speak for few moments.
Aunt Phillis, completely exhausted, leaned
against the wall. Her bonnet partly united,
rested on the back of her head her turban,
by the jolting of the carriage
and her own wrathful gestures, was poked
on one side, revealing one or two stiff grey
locks, while her long dark ringlets uncured
by the rain, chung to her cheeks and chin
with mournful adhesiveness. The corners
of her mouth were drawn down into acute
angles; the corners of her eyebrows lifted
up in corresponding angles in an opposite
direction; her nose looked sharpened into
severer point. Shakespeare knew nothing of
madness. He had never seen
Aunt Phillis Manners.
Notwithstanding the rough appearance of
this lodge, in the wilderness of the boundless
west, where the storm-wrecked and eccen-
ric mariner had found a sheltered haven of
-est, it was comfortable and looked even
cheerful, illumned as it now was by the
blazing pine knots, which cracked and cor
uscated in the vast chimney and filled eve
y nook and crevice with the brightness Of
loon day. A good substantial supper was
Don spread before them by the maid of all
york. but no one but Uncle Banks tasted a
norsel. He seemed to have lost entirely the
Of his appetite, and eat of eve
y dish with the keenest relish.
Aunt Philis did not prow into the woods
IS she had threatened, but threw herself down
m her humble bed in state resembling
espair. The cup of her wrath had been
oamed over, and she was now drinking in
Hence the bitter dregs the verest lees of {
he wine of life. She felt as we may sup
ose, as the eronaut feels, who. after rising
into the blue convexity of Heav- {
n, leaving far below the grossness and opa-
ity of earth breathing the elasticity of a {
arer, purer atmosphere, almost hearing the
lusic of the embyrean, and catching Gimp +
es of the palace of the Sun, when, sudden 4
7, the gas expodes, the airy chariot falls, ,
nd he comes tumbling hendlong from his 5
lorious height, into some muddy pool, with r
ruised frame, broken bones and shaking t
rains
For hours she lay, planning schemes of :
nexampled vengeance, which for variety /
nd originality, might have shaped the tor Il
tents of the tabled Tartarus, till an appall- n