The Middlebury people's press. [volume] (Middlebury, Vt.) 1841-1843, 1843-01-25

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beautifully on those dark clouds, and its fail
colors still shine most lovely on the sight.
1t is no longer the bow of promise. but the
realization Of my fondest dreams
George saw his Uncle cast an expressive
glance towards the handsome matron in the
opposite corner, whose color perceptibly
heightened, and he could not forbear ex.
claiming
'Ah aunt Mary is blushing. under
stand uncle's metaphor. She is his rainbow,
and he thinks life one long rainy day.
Not exactly so. | mean your last con.
clusion. But don't interrupt me, my boy,
and you shall hear lesson, which young
as you are. trust you will never forget
When L was young man was thought
quite handsome
pa is as pretty as he can be now,' in
terrupted little Ann,passing her hands fond
ly over his manly cheek.
Uncle Ned was not displeased with the
compliment, for he pressed her closer to
him while he continued
well, when was young, was of gay
spirit and great favorite in society. The
young ladies liked me for a partner in the
dance, at the chess board, or the evening
walk, and had reason to think several of
them would have made no objection to take
me as partner for life. Among all my
young acquaintance, there was no one,
whose companionship was so pleasing, as
that of maiden whose name was Mary.
Now, there are a great many Mary's in the
world, so you must not take it for granted
| mean your mother or aunt. At any rate
you must not look so significant, till have
finished my story. Mary was sweet and
lovely girl-wlth current of cheerfulness
running through her disposition, that made
music as it flowed. 1t was an under cur
rent, however, always gentle and kept with
in its legitimate channel; never overlooking
into boisterous mirth or undermining levity.
She was the only daughter of her mother,
and she widow. Mrs. Carlton, was her
mothers name. was in lowly circumstances,
and Mary had none Of the appliances of
wealth and fashion to decorate her person,
or gid her home. A very modest Compel
ency was all her portion, and she wished
for nothing more. have seen her, in a
simple white dress, without single orna-
rnent, unless it was a natural rose, transcend
all the gaudy bellies, who sought by the al
fractions of dress TO win the admiration of
the multitude. But alas for poor human
nature One of those dashing bellies so
fascinated my attention, that the gentle
Mary was for a while forgotten. Theresa
Vane was indeed rare piece Of mortal
mechanism. Her figure was the perfection
of beauty, and she moved as if strung upon
wires, SO elastic and springing was her ges-
lures. | never saw such lustrous hair-it
was perfectly black, and shone like FURNISH.
ed steel; and then such ringlets How
they waved and rippled down her beautiful
neck She dressed with the most exquis-
lie taste, delcacy and neatness, and what
ever she wore, assumed peculiar grace
and fitness, as fart loved to adorn what
nature made so fair. But what charmed
me most. was the sunshiny smile that was
always waiting TO light up her countenance.
To be sure, she sometimes laughed little
too loud, but then her laugh was so musical
and her teeth so white, it was impossible
to believe her guilty of rudeness or want of
grace. Often, when saw her in the social
circle, so brilliant and smiling, the life and
charm of every thing around her, thought
how happy the constant companionship of
such being would make me-what bright
ness she would impart TO the fireside of
home-what light, what joy 10 the darkest
scenes of existence =
'Oh uncle interrupted George, laugh
ing, i'll were aunt Mary, l would not let
you praise any other lady so warmly. You
are so taken up with her beauty, you have
forgotten all about the rainy evening"
Aunt Mary smiled, but it is more than
probable that George really touched one of
the hidden springs of her woman's heart ;
for she looked down and said nothing.
Don't be INPATIENT said uncle Ned,
and you shall not be cheated out ofyour
story. began it for Elizabeth's sake-ra-
Their than yours, and [ see she is wide a.
wake. She thinks was by this time more
than half in love with Theresa Vane, and
she thinks more than half right. There had
been great many parties of pleasure, H.
ding parties, sailing parties, and talking
parties and summer slipped by almost un-
consciously. At length the autumnal equi-
OK approached, and gathering clouds, north.
eastern gales and the drizzliDg rains, sue
ceeded to the soft breezes, mellow skies, land
glowing sunsets, peculiar to that beautiful
season. For two or three days was con-
fined within doors by the continuous rains
and am sorry TO confess it. but the blue
devils actually got complete possession of me
one strided upon my nose, another danced
on the top of my head, one pinched my ear
and another turned sumersets on my chin
You laugh, little Nanny; but they are ter
, rible creatures, these blue gentlemen, and
could not endure them any longer. So The
third rainy evening, | put on my overcoat
buttoned it up to my chin, and taking my
umbrella in my hand, set out in the direc
) ton of Mrs. Vane's. Here thought |
as my fingers pressed the latch, 81 shall
$ find the moonlight smile, that will illumin'
the darkness of my night-the dull vapor
will dispense before her radient glance, ant
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