Vermont phÅ“nix. [volume] (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1834-1955, 1845-11-13
SELECTED TALE.
two PICTURES.
A Tale of the New York Aristocracy.
PICTURE II.

The glowing landscape of hill and vaey-of
mighty lorests-of sparkling waters, gemming as
diamonds the emerald-robed meadows-'the shell
tered cot-the cultivated farm, must now dsap-
pear from our picture; and in lieu thereof we are
looking upon the crowded, tumuItuous streets Of
the city. The countless throng on the move,
are before us-luxury aud want-the rich man and
the beggar-happiness and misery-booming
health and ghasy disease all pouring alike TO the
same goal--death and oblivion
Fronting of those lovely parks in the city Of
New York, upon which the wearied eye may with
pleasure repose, and where the bright sparkling
fountain comes eaping and dancing to the SUM-
stands the residence of Mr. Taylor. Carriages are
whirliug to the door, and gay.throng are lightly
tripping up the marble steps; for it is the matinee
of the fashionable inmates.
ROBBED in the very extreme Of elegance and fash
ion, Ida languidy receives the compliments of her
own sex, and the batteries of the other. While
thus agreeably occupied, servant entered, and
presented between his white-gloyed fingers a small
silver waiter, which was billet addressed TO
Miss Taylor, saying at the same time that the bear
er Of the note awaited an answer Slightly bowling
an apology to those around Ida broke the SEAL and
a slight shade of vexation passed over her we'll
schOoled countenance as she read;
we have Just arrived in the city, dear cousin,
with some friends from H. We are now at Bunk
er's in Broadway, and desire earnestly TO see you
dear Ida Write, if but one line by the bearer that
we may know when to expect you. Your own
HELEN and Lizzie MOORE
Ida chreessly twisted the note in her fingers, and
throwing it back upon the waiter, said, with an air
ofindillerence-there is no answer; then resumed
the Irritation with the exquisite at her side. Yet
mdLgre her hearessness, the pleasure Of the morn
ing was over she felt reproached for her conduct,
and the wrong she had committed towards her az
fectionate cousins haunted her continually.
There was always mystery about cousins! more
perplexity lies couched in that one little word than
Euclid ever propounded They are either very
bewtching. most Iovenble, engaging, charming lii
tie creatures-or the most annoying, horrible. not
to-be-endured beings that burthen humanity-de-
Iightul companions, or less to be desired than
Macbelhs witches But of all those who happen
TO hear about that pleasing or unfortunate tie OF
consanguinity las the case may be) there are none
upon whom the anathema falls more heavily than
those designated country cousins = country cous-
ms! 2 oh horrible exclaims the fair one, to whom
the idea only connects itself with some wild, UNI
tanned inhabitant Of the mountains In the coun-
try, amid the green fields and shady lanes, where
they have sprung up indigenous with the humble
violet and blushing daisy, they are well enough
and may there presume to appear on hospitable
thoughts intent eyen before The polished demzens
OF the city, who, TO escape from the heat and tur-
mol of its mis-ffom fell feyers and infectious
air--are willing TO endure even with complaisance
for season, these grubs to the family tree But
where Nature placed them. there let them remain
nor expect in the saloon Of aiiuence that tolerant
smile which met theirs under the old trees of their
native bone. The proud exotic, in its marble vase