Spirit of the age. [volume] (Woodstock, Vt.) 1845-1913, 1845-05-22

then, what do such trolops know what
Providence really made 'em for' Then
followed her, your ladyshp--and there
she would stand in the hail. your lady.
SIMPLIFYING to cry, and aggrayatng mo
past christian flesh and blood with her as
surance-and then I-oh, my lady, char
acter's such jewel, and make us forget
what's proper to ourselves and our bet
ters. And Mrs Pillow concluded this
lragmentary sentence with new supply
of.rolling tear-drops.
THAT will do-no more-that will do, ;
said the countess, and her lips almost
broke into aforgiving smile. Magical was
their effect upon the housekeeper; for Mrs
Pillow wiped her face, which on the inst
ant, was smooth, passionless and glossy,
as face of ornamental china. Mr. In
glcwood leaves us, said the countess.
4 am not surprised at that, my lady, if
Susan goes Her adyship turning quick
Iy round, bent naughty inquiriDg look
upon her servant. Mrs Pillow felt she
had been too abrupt That is | don't
think Susan would have stayed long after
him. His reverence once gave the girl
prayer book, my lady; well, would your
ladyship believe it, the wench was always
reading that book | always thought it
strange, my lady, still hoped it was
nothing but religion, But when people
turn thieves, and rob such sweet baby
oh, yourIadyship, what darling, darling
lamb his lordship isl So quiet, too! I'm
the worst of sinners, if he dosen't cut his
teeth like any blessed spirit.
This energetic praise ofthe baby seem
ed to touch the maternal instincts of the
countess; for suddenly remembering that
she had a child, she said-'Let his lord
ship be brought to me.
| would fam pass over the emotion of
such a mother. The babe was brought;
the mother kissed her child-kisscd it as
a nun would kiss her beads. Two or three
minutes passed, and she was about to re-
turn it to its nurse arms, when the fret
full creature-it seemed wasting and PIN
ing, an offering prepared for death
threw out its tiny hand, and fixed its fling
ers in its mothers hair, whining and pull
ling with all its little strength. Take him
away cried the countess, with a slight
laugh the-the little robell' and as the
babe was borne to the nursery, the moth
err turned quickly to a mirror and arrang-
ed few disordred raven threads deli
cately, tenderIy, as though they were Vi
tai as her heart-strings,
What knew snch mother Of her child?
She had heard its first wail-that incon-
venience she could not avoid 1t was from
that moment divorced from her cares
1t grew not beneath her eye, taking its
hourly life from her; she never knew that
sweet communion, when nature touches
every nerve repaid by love increasing; by
dawning consciousness; by looks of bright
ening knowledge; by ftlul broken muir
merings, deep with sense Of brooding
joy; by all that interchange Of mother
love and baby happiness; and more, by
all those pulses of the soul which, in the
thrilling present, assure the bisslul Gu-
turc. The countess saw her child but at
stated intervals; she knew she was
mother only by the clock. Her sole off
spring was her beauty that she nursed,
that she tended; that, with every furtive
glance, she with deep affection worshipcd.
For her child, that was entomcd in her
face. 1t was this that to my thought
made her hidoously lovely-that threw the
cankerous aspect of the witch upon the
features of a goddess. OF all | have
known, the countess stood apart.
Whilst in the possession of her ladyship
| saw all to be seen of the high world
Drawing Observation-Disclosures
opcra--all the shifting scenes, all the
beautiful and brilliant things, that make
what is called society. lhave seen true
nobility of heart add lustre to the jewel on
its breast; have seen the man of birth,
whose great ancestors were to him as con-
tinualIy present; whose memories were
as protecting angels, denying aught Of
mean or low, or selfish to approach the
sanctuary Of hts soul; men with hearts
and minds swcotcned and purified by that
everlasting fragrance breathing from good
and great mems graves. And | have seen
the caitil' whose stars and trinkets like
blazoned collin.pates, glittercd on moth
ing but corruption; men, with souls dead
and noisome, in moving carcasses With
Indignation did | first behold them; with