Vermont phÅ“nix. [volume] (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1834-1955, 1843-02-24
From Chambers Edinburgh Journal.
GRACE BROWV.
A Sketch for Mothers and Daughters.

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selfwilled but the effects of this latter
quality were softened down and rendered
quite loyeable by her open, generous dis
position, which would not allow her to in
Jure another, even to crafty that ruling
passion. Some said that Grace thought
herself sufficiently handsome and termed it
vanity. True, perhaps, when each Sabbath
morning found her ready decked for the
sunny walk TO the parish church on the hill
side, or the weekdays evening saw her in
her little chamber window plying her nee
dle-yes, perhaps then, as she caught a side
long glance of herself in the little mirror, she
might think it no great wonder that the young
men gazed as they passed her, or that they
looked so curiously at the bow-pots and
Towering geraniums perched on the sill of
her casement-perhaps, too, she might think
they cast a glance beyond, But was this vani-
VF No; Grace was as free of that hateful
quality as the bird which carroled so ioy-
ousiy IN his bright cage on the cottage wall.
vanity cannot be Justly attributed to those
VINO are only conscious of possessing the
qualities which are theirs in reality, but to
those who boast to themselves of perfec-
IONS which they can never hope to possess.
Such was the case with those who termed
Grace vain.
One. fine. autumn evening she sat. as usu-
al, beside her geraniums, over which was
hung her little bird Pet; but the leaves of
the former hung droopingly as though to
ask OF their sweet mistress the usual drop
OF spring water, and poor Pet chirruped and
hopped from perch to perch, and rufied his
yellow feathers TO attract her attention.
but IN vain.-No cooling drop greeted the
slckly leaf-no tiny fingers placed a bit of
sugar betweenP Pets wires. And how was
this -! Was Grace i'll! No but her thoughts
were wandering, and although her eyes were
liked full on poor Pet and his companion
plants, she neither saw one nor the other
And whittier were her thoughts wandering;
only into a neighboring lane, up which
she strolled when the sun was beginning to
dip his bright head meath the blue tops of
the neighboring hill. 1t was a very pleas
ant lane but as its sides we're bounded by
high hawthorn and wild rose bushes, it NAV
be supposed Grace did not 90 there for the
sake of any beautiful prospect, for her
whole height was not more than the top of
the banks on which the bushes grew. For
what, then, could it be- In truth it was
that there generally accompanied her thith-
er a very pleasant companion-not her
mother-not one of the neighbors dauph-
tiers. No but a young man, the son of a
farmer not far distant.
Yes, the truth NAV as we'll be told. Grace
had given, or thought she had given, her
little heart to this companion of her strolls .
and, indeed, any one to look on him. mioht
imagine a better choice could not be made
Tall handsome opI o.Ll.:-
ms eye beamed when he looked on her
But they who knew him better than Grace.
SAID that he was tickle. Neither did they
scruple to warn her of that knowledge
But Grace would not believe. How could
she, when she saw that, although they spoke
against him, they were always ready 10
welcome him to their own homes ? Be-
sides, there was an eloquence far more
powerful to the heart and understanding of
Grace-more eloquent, more easily be-
heved than aught they could utter. Yes.
the eye and tongue of William Clively were
me monitors most eagerly sought, and most
willingly listened to when found. How
could she think he was deceiving her p
There was no falsehood in his deep gaze
on her-no harshness in his soft voice.
But there was one who did not like him. p,
to whom Grace had ever yet been accus-
TONED to pay the most profound submission. ,
because that humility had never been forced, ,
but ever won from her by love. That being I
was her mother 4,
She had been sitting in this deep reyerie :
some ten minutes, from which she was i,
aroused by a light hand being laid on her :
shoulder. The blood mounted to her tenn /;
DIpS and Chaak for che I,o., ...L-.. -
ing her eyes, that it was her mother. and =
she lelt conscious that her mothers eve was n
reading her innermost heart. She also y
knew that she had noughtto fear, for though y
al this moment her little heart had been re- h
Deiled, her parents chiding was ever one !,
of gentleness. Of iaa r.aE ds. y
Grace, love-" spoke the mother, gently =
her hand on her h~alfdowncast head h
why do you not go forth this evening /? l.
See, the sun has almost lost its last bit :,
crimson in the deep grey. Come, love y
you have been sewing all day. Just throw n
your scarf around you and walk in our gar E,
!"
II would rather not, mamma" answered ;,
Grace IN a low tone, turning her head still h
more from her parent, and, for the first a
lime, casting her eyes on the dropping plants o.
and, now sulky little Pet. But she quickly :
added, 81 will water my trees and chirrup
10 Pet a little, for he seems quite to have the II
li >.
And how comes it that he has the K
love y again spoke her mother. s.
"Ah! / see, mamma, returned the now P
qaliteariul, h~alrsmiling maiden l see you b,
nave been reading my heart, and that it is NJ
Useless to keep anything from you. But d,
nough you have seen part that was passing pl