Sunbury American and Shamokin journal. [volume] (Sunbury, Northumberland Co., Pa.) 1840-1848, 1845-08-23

1t would be absurd in me to attempt descrp- |
tion of Lady Blessingion's style of beauty the
engraved portrait of her, by Sir Thomas Law.
renee, which every one has seen, will convey
all the information that is necessary on thus |
point. Neither Chaon nor Paris have at all |
succeeded in portraying her With respect
to literary requirements, Lady Bicssington can
not be rated remarkably high. She is lively, !
p;quant and plcos1nt-and her literary soirees,
depile the scandalous tumors already alluded |
to, are a match for Rogers breakfasts But |
am surg | need not de,ain the reader with fur.
ther particulars respecting oac of whom willis |
has written so much aud well.
Standing behind Lady Blessngton, md fami.
liary converting with her, was the famous
Count D'Orsay.
I" The glass offashon and the mould Of from"
Count D,Orsay Is son.ln.law OF the touu.
tess; but although separated from his wife, he
is on very good terms with her mother. As he
stood, his fine form relieved by the drapery OF
| the box, he certainly appeared TO be Que oi the
best looking. and certainly The very best dressed
/ man ever saw. say one OF the hes, iook,uc;
for he by no means carries away tn" palm IN
this respect. He is rather clicmiuate than other.
wise in face. His hair is light--so are his
| whlskers, which almost concealed the lower
part of his face and meet, ~ monsrouS hu>h
ness, under his well shaped chn--aud 50 il his
complexion. Seen in profile. his tenturcs are
exqusi,ely regular; hu, still there is an unman.
/ " sotncSs--a prel;incss which III becomes a
lord of the creation, about it, Ills dress was
iaultless in color and cu,--pericclly plain and
simple, and fitting to nicely, but could
not help smiling at the pains he must hive
taken with his toilet. Alter all the tailor had
good deal to do with his Countship-and il
there is one thing on earth which is more ridicu-
lcus than another, i, is the luan who only lives
for his looking-glass.
But Count D'Orsay is by no means brain.
less beau. Few men are more accomplished
than he He is graceful sIctcher-an an excel
lent mnsiclan--and his recent statute OF the
Duke of Wellington proves him To be an able
artist. Alas ! all these aids could no, save him
from the rude grip of SherifI'> officer; for the
.
arn not sure that he is not yet within four
walls, furnishing "runch" with materials for
the "Dossay Portraits"
Writing lnst now of Lhrd Byron. reminds me
nf Lady Byron, whom saw at Clifton. about
three years ago do no, know that ough t.
class her among anthoresSes but she Is So in.
timh'cly connected with literary matters TINT n
slight sketch other may no, be without inter.
est.
Lady Byron frequently takes up her tempo.
rary residence at the place have ilst mention.
ed, and it was during of her visits there that
. saw her, with Lady King, (now the Counties,
of Iovclacc.) the ada" OF Lord Byrou'S poems,
stroliing through the Xno'oaitni Gardens, on
Clifton Down. A. they stood before the ele-
plant, feeding the animal with fruit and cakes,
| had good view OF both.
, Lady Byron's countenancn was anything but
, preposscssing, and ! should think it never could
have been handsome. There was a shrcwl,h
= look about it, and as much pride in the whole
4 expression as ever remember 10 have seen dis.
| figure n human countenauce. PERHAPS trouble
nigh, have done ts work, and plougheG those
div an.ul lines or the constant effort to show
contempt fer the worlds opinions conjecurcs
may have chilled the heart, and 50 frozen up the
FEATURES into rrpulsvcncss Whatever may
have been the cause, 20 1t wnS--ihe widow o
the great Poet looked anything but nniahIe.
"Ada" Was fine, buXom girl, with a good
= hunored not over intellectual cast Of cornte-
d nance. | looked IN vain for some resemblance
>, to him who has immortalizcd her name. Sh,
i seemed to be- nightly amused by the monkeys
T who were gambollng IN large cage ; and
n left the "solc daughter Of Byron's "hou-e auj
It heart" screaming with delight at tie tricks o!
u Champanzee.
| Before | close this paper, would say few
t. words rcspoctlng an English lady, whose hI-to
II ~ as woman has been melancholy as bc
= career as a Poetess has been brilliant al
Il lude to the gifted daught of Richard Bransley
n Sheridan-MIs. Norton.
n | saw her once, and only once; it was "A, one
p of Carlylc's lectures But hers was face
e which once looked upon can never be forgotten
had heard much Of beauty, and seen some tin'
', specimens of it, but until saw Mrs. Norton,
never knew what intellectual loyeliness IN re
er alty was. II seemed as if nature had lavlshe'
et all the treasures il could command, IN order 4
st furnish fitting tabernacle for so brilliant
Ii mind TO inhsbit. Her complexion was yer.
Of pale and clear, and her hair jet black, was slmP