The northern galaxy. [volume] (Middlebury, Vt.) 1844-1848, 1846-02-10
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cannot see it now-it has disappeared behind
those gigantic trees-lhere, now look-yes,
you may be certain that is the house, for see,
with usage equally old-fashioned as the do
cile, the whole family are pouring forth to
meet you. What absu,dity
Ida colOred, but made no reply.
Well continued Mrs. Ellery, Il hope you
will not be surfeited with kisses from the old
uncle and aunt, and your sun-turnt, freckl'd
cousins! | must say, Ida, | pity you
Ida colored still more deeply, and in hes
ItatlDg manner replied
Indeed | know nothing Of these people,
and probably should never have seen them,
had not our physician ordered me TO the
country for pure air and exercise-but | as
sure you shall allow no such familiarities as
you speak of!
Mrs. Elery was right. That old fashion
ed house ivaS the identical one; and "ery
true, too. in the spirit of old fashioned hospi-
taify, the family had assembled at the gate
to welcome Ida. And beautiful group they
were. too, TO look upon. First, there was
Mr.. Moore, with his silver locks barred 10 the
evening breeZe-and. leaning on his arm.
Ms. Moore, in her neat gingham dress and
snowy cap. while the sweet happy faces Of
Helen and Lizzie, bright with eager expec
fancy and JOY, completed the picture.
AS the carriage stopped. Mr.. Moore advan-
ced and kindly received his neice. then taking
her hand led her TO her aunt, who, as she
fondly embraced her, wept tears ofjoy. The
girls next, with graceiulness and ease which
astonished those within the carriage, affec-
tIona,ely welcomed their cousin. Ii was Ida,
not they who were embarrassed; for there
was native elegance and propriety of de-
meanor about these country cousins, which
abashed as much as it surprised her. With
The same true hospitality, Mr.. Moore then
pressed the friends of Ida to alight nor need
ed they much persuasion. The air of COM
fort which brealhed around, was too tempting
TO be exchanged for the cold civiiities of All
inn, and i'll a few moments Mr.. and Mis-. Ell
lery found themselves gladly parlaking the
kindness of those whom the latter had termed
such absurd people,
delicious supper already awaited them
under the favorlie old elm, such fresh tempt
ing Strawberries! such rich cream-such
snowy bread and fragrant butter!
The evening passed off pleasantly. Mrs.
Moore had many questions 10 ask Ida of her
parents, who, seeing her friend Mrs. Ellery
too much engaged TO notice her, answered
cheerfuliy all inquiries. Mr.. Moore was
much entertained with the lively discourse of
Mr. Ellery. while The fashionable bride pour
ed forth TRADE upon Soirees, operas, matt
neeS, brilliant rousseau. calculated as she
thought. to bewilder the senses of the uuso-
phisticated girls before her.
Upon my word exclaimed Mrs. Ellery.
popping her head into the little sleeping
room Of Ida, just as the sisters had left their
cousin to her repose, these cousins of yours
are nice little bodGies-really quite diStineut
for the Country. Where in The world did
they find so much manner! rot surely among
these old trees or hum-drum villagers
Then you think they are not really quite
outre after all ? cried Ida, delighted. begin
ming now 10 feel little more satisfied at the
fate Of being connected so nearly with nObcd
les,
'Outre! no indeed-ihey are charming lit
tie creatures, and believe Frank is already
half in love with them both. And how ex-
ccedngly comfortable every thing is! why
one would think Ptvfe himself had fingered
those pretty curtains-and then these little
vaces Of flowers how tastefully they are arran-
ged. Well, some fairy must preside here
good night, darling And, kissing her young
lIleuu, MIS-. Eieir iIlPpeu pdCh ~ net o"h
apartment.
The character OF Ida Taylor may he easily
defined. She was naturally an amiahle girl
much the same, perhaps, as her mother
had been al her age-with talents which, had
they been directed Alright, would have made
her both happier and wiser. Yet she had
been so accustomed. even from early child
hood, to view the world only through the
microscope of wealth and fashion. that all
which came not within The range of its lens
sunk into insgnificance before her. She was
a mere puppet in the hands of Fashion and
self-styled good society'-ber faith pinned
upon the laws Of others-not of those whose
standing she considered as inferior TO her own
hut of those to whose envied heaven she was
ever IN the ascent. Their codas. their opin-
ions, their manners were Dasu rreotyped in
her. She began TO regard herself as one al
the cid aristocracy-talked of pdrrenus and
the cdn1ille-not for the world would she
have visited friend, no matter how near the
tie which connected them, If she resided in an
street, and to have walked on
The east side Of Broadway would have been
degradation. As to the gentlemen, an impe-
rial and a moustdche were indispensable IL
her favor-joreigners she prelerred-their air
was more distingue. and they wallzed more
1ivineIy. Mr.. Taylor lived in handsome
style. for Fortune had been most bountifnl.-
his children were sent TO the most expensive |
were allowed carte blanche al
Stewards and elsewhere; and hen he saw
MS spacious suit of rooms furnished tout-du |
ait Francois, and filled with breathing mode. |
ie Paris, Mr.. Taylor considered himself a
Happy man.
Late hours and the constant excitation OF
eayeties had somewhat impaired
he heath oflda. and given an air of lassitudt
o her very pretty countenance. A physi-
ian was consulted-country air and rural
uiet prescribed, and, as already seen, Ida ar
lived at the beautiful village where her uncle
Iwelt, an exotic amid those lovely wild flow
RS which bIOomeG around his threshold.
To those whose life had been passed amid
he simplicity and unprecedented courtesies of
he country, there is novelty at least in the
manner and bearing of two such high-bred.
fashionable girls as Ida and her friend, al
hough it must be acknowledged the effect
reduced upon the artless sisters leaned rarh
r TO the side Of mirth. Like the town ladies
f Snnire Thornhjll immortalized hv the men