Herald of the times. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1830-1846, 1843-01-12

nuitcrrd the Colonel, ns he hn'shtd his
inspection aud turned away.
The Colonci WAS sincerely atat he'd
10 his friend fiu,ier, ard seriously re-
v0lved in his mind vnrr,us projects t"r
curing the hluc- :, ,cking of her lnia'ua-
lion. With Ihis intent he took pauiruiar
lpains 10 make t'nself ng,eeabl" Ia her
~ ,abir, and The dinner passed oft cheer
fully and acccpIably Ia ALL Plugs, I"
whom no topic came anlss, amused his
friends with anecdotes of their mutual
acquainiences- discussed The last new
navel (he bad never read a wo,d oi H.,
by the way with Mrs. Fluicr, and
finally entered upon d'.qnisilion in r..
gard To the merits oi Professor Cnbwcb
and Mr.. j. Doleiul Drvcl, whose con.
irlbuilons 10 the magazInrs seemed io
excite the especial admiration of the
blue stocking Although the Colonel!
been aware of the existence of those
IRENE ndo,is iuminaries, il was Amazing
Ia see with what spirit he entered INTO ii
coniioversy in regard Ia their writings
Cobwrb seemed to he the lady's lavorItr,
but her guest took mp the cudgrls i"r
Drivrl, and maintained the superiority
of that prolific author, IN the nuSt AM
mated terms
Al length The Coloncl adroiilv bronch-
cd the subject of Mrs. Fluirr's own
detachable productions.
'Ynu EXPECT some literary friends tn
see YOU this evening, ! believe :.asked
he.
'Ycs some gentlemen connected with
the press, Who are ANXIOUS to read some
new pieces of mine
Il have n plan for putting their good
ins'e and critical honesty to the Test
will you hear II >
Certainly. What NAV it b" Z
The Colonel drew n shabby booking
newspaper from his pocket. and >rid -
Here Is copy of the 'Chunkvllle
Clarion a sma,t liiile paper published
in town out west, which bought AT
auciion the other day. Tn" poets cor
ner is filled with the productions of the
ChunkviIle bards. Now, | wish You to
give me your poems, and allow me To
read them aloud, as II coming from
Chunkvllr, while the Chunkvlle poems
shall be attributed tn you
'You may try it, said Mrs. Fm'cr,
after pause 'but ! am snrc that Dab.
-ter aud Doit will know my s;l lie. They
have often told me, they could detect ii
among n thousand
we will sce,' rejoned the Colonel,
struggl ling To rcpreNs "A smile.
Eight o'clock brought with il Mcssrs.
Dabster and D"t, accompanied by n
gentleman in "A rusty suit of black, with
rather n suspicious iinge oi crimson on
his face, whom they introduced ns The
Reverend Mr.. Dronr, author of the
Virgins Vow and other poems
Mrs. FIuiter received her new nc-
quainlance very graciously, but WAS
obliged candidly To confess that she had
never before heard Of the 'Nirgin's
Vow = whereupon the reverend gentle.
man solemnly informed her, ihas II had
heen printed merely for private diSirbu-
ton. AS he said this, Mr.. Dur was
seen to puff out MS cheek with his tongue,
and tread 90 Mr.. Dabster's iocs.s
The literary gentlemen being all
seated, the Colonel said, Il will first read
to you lltilr poem called the Fnrsnk"n
One the authorship of which you will
nfcourse recognise,' aud here he glanced
significantly AT the blue stocking and
bowed. Then placing the manuscript
behind the newspaper SO as I" conceal
his design, he recited some sianzns,
written by young Miss Of thirteen for
the Chunkvillc Clarion
II is difficult tn describe the ecstacv,
INTO which Mcssrs Dabsicr, Dnu and
D,one were thrown by this eilnsi"n. -
No terms seemed adequate for the ex-
preston o. their admiration. They
clappra their hands, cried 'henuiiiuI |
superb sublime = and seemed u mnst
disposed to roll on The carpet IN the ex.
cess of their transport. Mr.. Drone,
whose eyes had been adoringly fixed
upon some champagne bottles and de-
caniers on sde-ta5le, suddenly looked
up towards the ceiling, shook his head
and heaved deep sigh. lis enthusiasm
was obviously too deep for words -
I''' "
A con'emp,uous smile now began Ia
settle upon Mrs FIultei's lips. II was
unnoticed by all except the Colonel, VIII"
resumed his elocu,"Dary task, by saying:
: Now, gentlemen, ! will with your per
mission, read YOU some lines, which |
think extremely clever, by young le-
mae friend Of mine. do not consider 4
them unworthy to follow even the polish .
ed s,anzas OF our fair hostess
The bIue-siocking's heart beat high .
a $ the Colonel commenced reading her \
own elaburate Ode 10 Despair She I
could not but admit that he did perfect .
Justice to it in the recitation but not \
" outstanding this, he had not half com \
pletpd it when the reverend Mr.. Dronc
gave yawu, aad said, in an audIbl"
whisper, To Do't = Sad stuff sad stuff \
Dot nodded his acquIcs"cnrc. Dab .
s,er played impatienily with his watch 4
KEY, aud catching Mrs. FIutter's eye,
shrugged his shoulders and made n wry |
face. The Colonel continued 20 read Il
Mr. Drone hemmed, laughed sneeriugly, H
and suddenly interrupted him with
tStop there "a tpOtnpnt ic yoIl Dlpn \