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

Fine horses these, BROTHER said he put
ting his head out of the window; SWEEP
like the wind. Ride like king Poo
Leila don't cry-wish there was ROOM
Take you next time--bye, bye
The noble horses which had been paving
the ground, impatient of their long restraint
bounded forward, at the first touch of the
whip, and the carriage was soon out of sight
But as long as it was seen, the white hand
kerchef of Aunt Phllis waived from the
window, like an oriflamme of victory. The
stage, which brought Mr.. Clements and his
son, was soon at the door.
Il do not think | can part with you, after
all said Mr.. Manners, retaining Leila in a
parting embrace--I shall be too lonely
Then come with u.s. with Mr.. Clements,
and let me reciprocate, as far as | am able,
the hospitality l have received under your
roof
THAT cuts rather close thought Mr.. Man
ners.
Come with us said Charles, then Leila
will not carry divided heart
Leila echoed these invitations most earn
estly, and to his own establishment, he found
himself in few minutes seated in the stage
coach, at his daughters side, about to make
an extempore visit to his poor relation.
As Aunt Phillis is in reality the heroine
of this tale, we feel it proper tribute of
respect to follow her course, IN preference
to the unambtious Leila. 1t is not our in
tention to follow the minutig of a journey
which required many days to accomplish,
for we are as anxious as she was to reach
the home which had so long been looming
on the restless sea of her maiden fancy
The last day, their road lay through rough,
billy country, which gave many jolt to her
weary sides and aching limbs They rode
through leafless forests, which seemed
stretching into "a boundIess contiguity of
space, and through which the wintry winds
whistled, making the most melancholy music.
Long and anxiousy did the bride real, and
the bride apparent, gaze from the carriage
windows, straining their eyes to catch a
glimpse Of the distant spire of Banksville,
where they were to enjoy the realization of
their golden dreams. 1t was a grey, misty |
dreary looking day, and towards evening
the mist condensed into clouds, and the
clouds descended in drizzling rain, which
completely obscured the country, and made |
the travellers fold their coaks more closely
round them, and draw towards each other |
with more ah'ectionate familiarity.
oh, am so tired = exclaimed Aunt
Phillis, leaning her head against Mr.. Banks
ample shoulder shall we never reach home
You told me three hours ago it was only ten
miles to Banksville.'
Don't be inpatient replied he, soon be
there. Charming place; get fine supper /:
rest like princes"
1t was a late, dark hour, when the travel
lers reached the termination of their Jour
ney Aunt Phllis and Elmira had both
fallen back into deep slumber, from which
they were scarcely aroused by the sudden
cessation of the motion of the carriage, and
the voice of Uncle Banks, bidding them to
wake up, for they had got home at last
With stifened limbs, and bewildered capac-
tiles, the film of sleep still lingering on their
eye-lids, they were assisted from the carriage,
and led stumbling along over rough path.
way towards low dwelling entrenched in
a cluster Of forest trees, whose branches
made coarse network over the roof
where are we going cried Aunt Phil
lis.-'What sort of place is this2 Oh,
dear!-I can scarcely see my hand before
me-
Never mind said Uncle Banks; see
soon enough. Halo there'-givng a thun-
derng rap at the door-'bring light here.
la light for the ladies!'
A heavy step was heard numbering near
the door, which being swung open wide,
displayed large, cumsy-formed girl,
dressed in lnsey-woolsey garments, with
sleeves rolled up to her elbows, holding a
candle in one hand, and shading her eyes
with the other.
La, MIR. Banks, if it isn't you Bless my
stars! here are ladies', sure enoughp
Open the parlor directly Run and
make up fre-good fire-blazing fire. !,
cried Mr. Banks, taking the candle and
eading the way for his shvering guests. +
what are you stopping for, at this ugly
I'D place, when we are so near home ask
ID Phllis, mechanically following him,
While cold, fearful drops began to gather on
Ter darkened brow
Joseph, | thought you said we were to E
ret home tonight said Elmra, in trem- e
ling, reproachful voice, sinking down into n
he first chair she saw, half dead with fatigue n
nd indefinite apprehension. r
Home ? repeated Uncle Banks, rubbing q
us hands exultingly together, 'and what e
hould this be, but home New place to p
re sure-going to be palace by and by n
ot quite finished yet. Welcome to Banks 9,
lille, my dear-fne place, isn't it, heyp |,
Home screamed Aunt Philis lifting
p both hands almost as high as the ceiling o
rolling her eyes round the unpapered and B
npainted walls, up on the unlathed rafters, b
len into the huge chimney, where the large
irl was pilng pine knots higher than her u
cad, and whose broad glare soon illumina- al
I'd the whole apartments Home home m