Green-Mountain freeman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1844-1884, 1845-10-02
BY MRS. CAROLINE H. BUTLER.

I
an unsuitable match! Never were two persons
whose habits whose dispositions and tastes were
so congruous----ac0cr, neOer" And when at
the same time the staid Mortimer Beaumont led
to the altar the charming Arabe Delany, the
world clapped hands eXutingIy: "What a fortu-
nate union of hearts and hands, what congeni-
] ality of disposition, what unity of taste. NeY-
er was there more desirable match-acccr,
nererw
And it must be owned that for once the world
did seem to be in the right; for Harrington was
a wild, reckless fellow, ever on the wing for now
city and pleasure; now here, now there; one
day making love to the bellies Of Saratoga, the
next in oiskin jacket and tarpaulin under the
" sheet" at Niagara; to-day IN New Orleans at
the feet Of some star-eyed Creole, tomorrow dash
/ ing four in hand through Broadway or Chestnut
street. In short he was the last person one would
have chosen to guard the happiness Of so sensi-
tive being as Mary Dornton. lie must have
been more deserving than the world gave him
credit for, or he could never have gained the az
lection of so high minded and amiable a girl
Mary had no pretensions to beauty except what
lay couched in those large, soft, hazel eyes, and
i'll the general expression of goodness which rest
cd upon her countenance; neither had she for
tune wherewith to pamper his caprcious ghims
and lure him to her side. By what magic did
she expect to retain the love Of her tickle hus-
band To all appearance it was certainly the
most unwse thing Mary ever did when she con-
scented to become Mrs HARRINGTON
Not so with the other pair Of lovers about to
essay the porilous path Of matrmony, which joy
Gus anticipation irradiatcs with such soul-entran-
cling Visions Of delight stretching on--on-and
gliding even the dark portals Of the grave beyond
Happy those for whom those bright visions en-
durc unto the end Kindness and foaboarance
hold love in sweet bondage. 1t is under their
united influence that these blissluI imaginings
Imay become reality. Cherish then these 59usc-
h0H gods both in lc's Joys and in its vicissi-
tudcs for if once neglected, love too soon es-
capcs their trembling, reluctant hands: all van
ish alikc-oyc, kindness, forbearance; and in
their place strife and remorse rise goomiy! -
Beaumont and ArabelI seemed fitted by nature
to tread LIES round together, loving and beloved
lie was highly cducdted of mild temper, benev-
client in his feelings, and delighting in home In
bcstoWng his hand upon the young and charm
ing Arabell, whose life had been passed in seclu-
sion from the gay world, who knew not its plea.
sures or its vices, unsophisticatcd and innocent
what future ofrapture opened before hinTl re
doubt Of happiness was to doubt Of his existence
1t was a bright morning in early Spring,
twclvo-month after these double nuptials. Beau
mont sat at his desk pondering over huge fol-
10, when a saucy zephyr stole through the case
mcnt and Whispered i'll his ear bright dream o
love The young lawyer raised his anguid- head
What charming day---how bland the air---hov
green the grassland with what beautiful hue
the fresh-budding foag dotted the branches Of the
old yoke-eIm Again tie breeze kissed his ten
pies and scattered upon the page before him
few stolen blossoms from the early-Aowering al
mond. Now away with these dull tones anc
musty parchments Welcome Joy and Arabcll
f This day, at least, we will leave the dusty pave
mcnts---our feet shall press the tender grass---wt
will pluck the drbutas from the wood, and TIT
violet from the meadoW---wc will listen to TIT
Joyous lovc-notes Of the BIRDS and our own shal
echo them---yes, this day. Arabell shall be sacre,
to love and thee And that no careless cy
g might mtrude upon his happiness, or mockin,
ear listen to his words, Beaumont secured nea
little equippage, which lis own hand might guide
f and thus, his heart OVERLOOKING with delightful
G antlcipations, he refined in his beautiful steed
q before his own door
twill be seen that Mortimer Beaumont wa
, still lover
> Springing lightly up the steps,
Where is Mrs, Beaumont he demanded {
the servant
. She is out, sir was the reply,
Il 'Out--ou! She is always out it appears {
n me ?
Yes, sir, she is out good deal, sir! said til
i obsequious waiter.
What do you mean, rascalF exclaimed Beat
o mont, raising his whip. ATTEND to the horses
N nor dare open your lips
Poor Beaumont for the first time in his lii
!, anger had mastered his reason.
When ArabeIl married. she was a novice i
city life, and unfortunately her initiation prove
= a scene Of enchantment from which neither tn
=, delights Of her neW-found home nor the tendC
attentions Of her husband could withdraw her.
+ Among her acquaintance were several fashioni
4 bic ladies, gay, frivolous, and thoughtless as he
self and in their society there was an rresstb
fascination for Atabe Ere six months wei
passed, Beaumont could not but acknowledge t
i himself that she was more fond of dress than sui
: ed either bis taste or his purse and he olte
o sighed as he found that domestic life had not tn
# charms for her he had londly anticipated.
) Ashamed Of such an ebulition of anger, how
ever impairment the remark of the servant Beat
= mont entered the house to await the return of Ar;
. bell. lie was great lover of neatness and OF
J.. der, and either his vision was affected by wht
had just taken place, or an inexcusable air {
q careless house-wifery spread itself over ever
room; in the little dressing-room of Arabell, di,
- order reigned supreme Her dresses, her jewel,
were scattered heednsslv about the wardrob