The Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1837-1867, 1846-06-20

on visit to Newburg, and whose devotions
were pretty equally divided between Bncchus
and the guitar. These preliminures com
pleted, passed the evening alone, aud never
did time lag so heavily. Shortly after mid
night my two friends arrived, and as we had
some distance TO walk to reach Lucy's resi-
dcnce, proposed that we should set ont AT
once-iorgettul, unfortunately, the necessi-
~ or policy ofsome previous rehearsal. We
had scarcely walked II hundred yards in the
cold night air before the l'butions which the
lieutenant had taken TO iortify himself against
il began 10 tell upon him, aud long before we
reached the destined scene of operations, the
aid of both p and myself was required to
sustain his unsteady progress. In or out of
his cups, however, he was always gentle
man in thought and feeling, and even when
so oblvious as 10 lie upon his back aud feel
upwards for the earth, Ia toerable evidence
of inebriety, Mis- ideas were conceived with
dignity andeXpressed with grace. Like Booth
his mind attimes was somewhat erratc,n pc
culiarity which,, the course of this evening,
Occasioned me no littlo annoyance. Upon
reaching the house of Lucy he declared that
the relaxing power of'the night air had opera
ted as well upon his muscles as upon the
chords of his nstrument---ln short, that he
was all unstrung; and this gentle intimatou
We placed him standing with his back against
the gate post and his guitar slung around his
neck. There he stood, like nodding Bac-
chus. His fingers mechanically swept the
strings and hurried on, with skill that never
forsook him, through medley Of airs as dis
jointed as his own scattered thoughts. A
window above me was gently opened and
holding the half blind perceived the
shadowy outline of n beautiful arm, and the
low, suppressed, but mitthiul tones of feme-
nine voices.
Here, then, was the moment for pouring
out my soul, for breathing to the only woman
had ever loved the passion that burned with
in me. But, alas! memory had deserted her
throne in the brain of the lieutenant, and nt-
ter ffuiiless efforts to recall to his recollection
many of the pretty things had heard from
him at various times, the only piece he could
remember was "AlI's Well" an old duet
which, in his boyhood's days, he had learned
OH the forecastlc, and which still chung 10 him
through the ups and downs oflfe as the songs
of our childhood ever do Despairing ofany-
thing better for the present, therefore, took
my position, stood Eat easc," fixed my eyes
with most killing expression upon the win
dow above. and began the primo, "Dcserted
10y the waning moon" The lieutenant swept
the chords, took up the second, u. fell in with
his flute, and we went on swimmingly until
we come to the concluding words the verse
calls we'll" The word sail, in accordance
with the character ofthc music, we proong-
ed through an entire bar, and no sooner had
my exhausted lungs dropped the sound than
il was taken up, dilatcd prolonged and swell
ed into the most unenrthly yell immediately
behind me startling me almost out ofmy boots
As fixed my eyes upon the spot from
whence it proceeded, first rerceivcd too long
pointed ears. vibrating with curiosity, aud
next the head and shoulders ola dimnutive
ass slowly protruding themselves into the star
light from the shade ofthe fence. There he
stood, and think | see him now, with his
neck elongated, his vilanous face cured and
wrinkIed up, as ifdong his very pret;icst,"
every muscle distended, yelling ont the note
had dropped until the very window paues
ratified above me.
was for u moment parayzed, and at the
first pause in this internal music, the oblivi-
GUS lieutenant, who had not yet seen the in
truder, exclaimed, with an air of offended
dignity, "NIr--, had | known, sir, that you
designed thus TO exhibit YOURSELF you should
not have had my countenancc."
Vainly did point at the now silent brute,
standing within few feet of us, peering al
illt WIFI uptEluTuDit SlNNllN- IOIulluS
his ears backwards and forwards with a Curl
osity as comical as il was annoying to me; my
speech was drowned in the renewed efforts
of our musical ally, who was by this time ev-
identity doing his best. To my utter horror
and modification, X, who became suddenly
with the belief that this formed n
part of the intended serenade, repeated bray
after bray with such accuracy of nasal into
nation, accompanied by "a wild, startling
on his guitar, that unable TO con-
troll my fate or endure my position. fairly
took to my heels ust as the tittering the
window above began to be audible.
By four o clock | was OH my road to the
Point, where | vainly strove TO Danish all
thought of Lucy Black. Her conquests, her
glory and her fate, form an interesting history
of gifted woman's career, and should they he
deemed worthy ofthe place, they shall be CIV
en- to the "Lady's Book" Never have re-
covered from the Notifications ofthat night;
n guitar makes me nervous, and this hour my
cheek burns whenever think of my first SER
enade.
SMALL FAMILY. The upper part of a
House to let to a small family" is very COM
mon notice. Words do not always express
the meaning intended. A lady called to look
at n house where there was such notice
a foreigner, evidently. The bargain was
nearly struck, when the question was put,
allow small is your family" "Dar is, mad
am, eleven, myself my husband, and nine lee
tie children" o dear, we want a very small
family" "True, madam, de oldest is only
nine; dey are all vary small, vary leetle chill
dren."
Protection TO Domestic MANUFACTURES.
The regular Washington correspondent of
the New York Courier, usually well informed
makes the following statement, which would
seem TO show That the Administration is al |