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

ever, WHO hau ds strongly sworn, prove
herself at least an equal match for the ma
she loved, honored and obeyed. As for In
glewood, he sat with his lips glued togcth
, err The polite vehemencc of the earl ha,
kept him silent; now her ladyship was abou
to speak, and he knew that naught re
named for him but to suffer. With wha
scorching softness in her eyes--with wha
bitter self complacency-with what an OBJ
truse sense of martyrdom, did the Count
ess Blushrose carefully construct a hand
tul ofinuendoes, every one of them C
nough to wound a womans peace for ever
Il am sure, my lord, I'll a man could
be killed with music, the mortal melody o
her ladyshp's well educated voice had Ger
tanly slain her husband, )-"I'm sure
that is | hope, | am always a patient lis
tener TO Mr. IngIewood. know the good
ness that prompts him; the conscience that
anmates every word know his devotion
TO the high and abstract character, as
think Ihave heard you call it,-you see
my lord, how treasure all your syllables
yes, the high and abstract character o.
his function, know his regard forthe fami-
| ly--his especial consideration for ourselves
and therefore from HIM can bear anything
Nevertheless, my lord, as was saying to
Mr. Inglewood as you entercd-that is, l
was about to say--I would not have him
scold you as know he does. He must
not take upon common report-the world
is SO censorious, the world so delights TO
destroy welded con6dence-what never
can believe, at least not all Of it. And,
therefore, my lord | say he must not scod
you
Has the reader watched a welI-grown
kitten with its maiden mouse? Has he
seen how that veIvet-coated, playful crea-
ture, having first crushed its victims loins
with all its teeth, drops it; and now, crouch
ing apart, with serene assurance that the
miserable wretch cannot escape, watches
with sweet lorbearance its writings and
strngglngs, the very hopelessness of its
agony TO get away? How the said kitten,
its claws humanely shea,hed, they hav-
ing already done their WORKOUTS forth
one paw, and now the mouse on one side
how on the other--and turns it over and
overland all in play-all in the pretties,
sport?
If the reader has seen this, sure am,
he can find parallel in wife and husband
10 puss and mouse.
NO, Mr. Ingewood, continued. her lady
ship,-'his lordship has, know, his faults;
still, he is not the Inscriptions libortine'--
Madam!' exclaimed his lordship, firing
at the word, and then turning fiercely
round upon his chaplain MIR IngIewood,
what is this?
Mr. IngewoCi, in patient Amusement
looked at the welded pair, then asked,
what, my lord!'
'Am ], sir, inhibited to your nsinuations
for this Oh racter7 Is it thus, in my
own house, you fulfil mission of peace!
4 protest, my lord s'ammered Ingle-
wood II protest l.
oh, Mr. Inglewood is plain speaker
cried the countess, delig,ed at the sue
cess of her arifce. 'And then so faithful,
so vivid an artist, TOO! am sure l am
delighted with the portal, that, as you tell
me, my lord, Mr. lngIewood has passed off
for me. 1t must have been so grateful 10 a
husband so flatterine to his wife! And
then it is so comlorto Bile to have at ones
elbow kind remembrancer of ones little
faults. Not that | want to know all your
lordships treasons, and even if | did, Mr.
Inglewood is so good, he would never tell
aH' .....
The chaplain was by nature and self-dis-
cipine meek, forbearing man, but he
was full of generous impulses, and the i'm
piled SANDER Of her ladyshlp was too much
for his patience; he, therefore, committed
great breach of decorum; for, ereher la
dyship had well concluded her sentence,
Mr. Inglewood brought down his clenched
fist upon the table with such a report that
the countess lenpt in her chair with a slight
shrek, MIR Inglewood!' exclaimed the
aStonished earl you forgot YOURSELF
Do you know, sir, what you are!'
Yes, my lord replied 1ngewood, with
sudden calmness-'no longer your chaplain
| entered your lordship's service as a min
lister Of peace: | will not-no, my lord
will MOTTO suit the tickle humors of the
great, be made a scapegoa. and irebrand
| am no longer, si:, your servant.
Come, come said the really good ma