The northern galaxy. [volume] (Middlebury, Vt.) 1844-1848, 1845-09-16

She pressed her forehead with her hands,
leaned on her dressing table, and wept bitter
| ". Little did the noble minded and kind
hearted Fitzgerald know the pain he had in
| hicted. He loved the gentle creature deeply,
deyotedly, and would have pierced his own
bosom rather than wound hers !; but he be-
gan to see they had nosentiments in common
except their love OF nature. She looked up
on her husband almost with wonder, W hen
she heard him display the rich treasure of his
polished mind. Worlds would she have CIV
en-, could she have commanded them, TO
have understood and conversed with him.
| She read, but her untutored mind, with none
| to regulate and guide it, was little benefited
by books; besides, they had crowds of com
pany. and her time had been much occupied
in walking the grounds, riding, eatiug, music,
dancing, visiting, &c.
Isidore often thought how much happier
she could have been with Fitzgerald in the
wilderness THERE she was al home; but
| HERE she would say, Il shall be almost a
| burden to him for whom | could toll for
ever
The two gentlemen came, and Isidore,
knowing they were her husbands particu-
lar friends, took great pains with her attire
and she never looked more beautiful than
when she entered the room leaning on Fitz-
gerald's arm. They gazed on her admiring
eyes, and soon procured seat near her.
Had her husband left her, all would have
been well; but her wounded spirit shrunk
from his observation, and she answered only
in monosyllables. Finding it impossible TO
draw her into conversation, they soon re-
tired to another part of the room. Caroline
Moreland, as she seated herself beside her
on the sofa, inquired,
What is the matter with my go cd cousin
to-day, you look quite forlorn. Has your
canary bird taken flight, or your little spaniel
run away1'
IsiGore blushed; she saw that Mr.. Har-
court had heard the sauiation, and she was
confused and distressed. After few mo-
ments silence she said. in low voice,
Il have been indisposed, and had some
idea of not leaving my room; but l thought
walk in the air would be of service to me-
You don't look very ill., said Caroline.
i never saw you have more color but you
might as well have remained there she con-
tinued, in an under tone, and with scorn-
full look I'VE should scarcely have missed
you
Isidore felt too wretched even 10 reply to
very animated and agreeable. The only one
who appeared listless and dispirited was the
innocent mistress ofihe mansion. She was
unacquainted with fashionable life, and the
fear ofsaying something that might displease
her husband, kept her silent. He saw she
was dull, and drawing her arm within his,
proposed walk around the garden, inviting
as many choose, to follow him.
Come, Fitzgerald said Major Harcourt
as they left the house, you are too selfish TO
allow me the honor and attempted to take
the arm of Isidore; butshe chung to her hus
band. who, confused at her showing so much
reluctance to accept the proffered attention,
said, as he hurried her down a retired av-
enue,
Mrs. Fitzgerald is indisposed. Iwillre
turn to you directly
When they were quiet out of hearing, he
beggedt to know what was the matter,and why
she appeared Sc unhappy ?-she sighed, and
the tears shot into her eve.
i am not well and
'Oh. if you really feel i'll, retire; and l will
apologize to our guests -..
She was glad to avail herself Of the op
portunify, and was quietly seated in her
room.
Many weeks passed much in the same
manner. and 1sidore grew more and more
weary of society. She was alone. Her only
enjoyment was walking around the estate,
comforting the sick, and playing with the
children of the tenants. One evening she
was returning from such an excursion, and
the sun was setting behind rich curtain Of
crimson and gold, she threw herself on a
bank under the wall OF a summer house, COW
cred with honey-suckle and grape vines, to
enjoy the scene. She had not been there
long, when she heard voices, and not wishing
to be seen, drew still further under the vines.
1T is in vain for you TO excuse her, on ac-
count of her being young. tell you, Har
court, she is beautiful fool and pity Fitz-
gerald most sincerely. He has been fascina-
ted by pair of bright eyes. Did you see
the expression Of his face this morning when |
some one asked her which was her favorite |
hero!
Il did, Campbell, and felt for the distress
Of his lovely wife; but do you not see that it |
is her timid sweetness united with her love |
for him that makes her appear so much en- |
barrassed, and so awkward. She looks upon |
him as being Of superior order and her |
very anxiety not TO mortify him causes half
her Mistakes There was no cause for her |
tears tIis ilOTuf1S. HtTc DIRE many dSTttd- |
BILE and polite women who make their hus- |
band very happy, that know nothing of Julius
Cesar or Alexander; but the timid creature
thought she ought to know. and feared that
her husband would despise her for her ignor-
ance.'
We'll, you will acknowledge she appears |
like fool, and that she can never make Fitz-
gerald happy is.
Il fear she never will but she does not |
seem like a fool to close observer. 1t was
unfortunate for her, as well as our friend |
that she had not married poor man; then
the duties and cares of her station would |
have wholly occupied her attention, and she
would have been contented; yet | am con-
vinced that she has mind enough lift could
be properly strengthened and cultivated.
Were she fool, she would be happy here,
surrounded with every thing as she is, to
please the eye; but you see she is not and |
| fear never will be, for Fitzgerald cannot send
her away to school. He would not wound |
her gentle nature; and she has not resolution |
to leave him for a few Yeas. If she had but |
a real female friend to advise her, if the |
mother of Fitzgerald were but alive: but |