Green-Mountain freeman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1844-1884, 1846-07-23
select Tales.
FALSE PRIDE;
Or. What's in a Name?
BY MRS. G. IL. sHERBURNE.
Concluded.
CHAPTER III.
BY MRS, G. H. sHERBURNE.

immediate preparations for crossing the old At
Iantic and thanks to Neptunes good humor,
here l am safe
And welcome a thousand times said Ernest,
affectionaely. Still the same Harry Wilmer,
see Still the same generous, setdenying
fellow, who won my heart after an hours &C
quantance, sailing down the Rhine Here's to
our friendship, Harry! May it, like the sacred
lamp of Vestas temple, be ever bright, undying
and pureP
And may add, Ernest replied Wilmer,
refilling his glass, here's to the wild flower,
Miss Bridget By Jove, gancing through the
window, that must be she now. Yon lady an
Swers to the glowing description you gave me Ct
her.
Aston followed the direction of his friends
eye, and deserted the lovely girl crossing
Broadway, gayy converslng with gentleman,
also accompanied by the sparkling, vivacous
Caroline.
Although Miss Dubs is unquestionably very
beautiful said Harry, yet must confess, adj
mire Miss Somers' appearance more What
regal brow and queeny step. Ernest, | believe
am in love. She is a splendid creature. The
little one is very lovely, too Ernest, there is
nothing plebeian about her-one so fair never
yet had ignobe blood flowing in her veins
Why not WOO and win her, man, and lose her
name in your own? You call her uncutvated,
wild, and yet you confess you have avoided her.
| should not consider you competent Judge
Why, the very name of Bridget sounds sweet
coupled with the visions of loneliness with which
my eyes were but now greeted
Dear Wilmer, It's impossible. Several times
| have been on the point of addressing her, but
her abomnable name prevented me; besides |
might learn to love her-and how could
through life call my wife Bridget or Biddy!-
Never!
Positively, Ernest, you are as romantic as
the most love-sck girl in boarding school. By
Jove, your lroideur chs me. What's in name!
as Will Shakespeare says
You cannot move me, Wilmer; and now
what shall we do with ourselves! contemplate
leaving town tomorrow Shall we 90 to the
Lakes7 All the world is at Saratoga, and de-
test crowd
So do not l. replied Wilmer | love crowds,
more especially when they are composed of beau
tiful women. | love fine scenery, too, but be-
fore see Paradise, would like to take peep
at the angels. So my dear fellow, Pm for Sara
toga. What say your
Any thing you wish, dear Harry; am a
selfish animal at the best. Come, we will take
drive to the Abbey at Boomingdae.'
twas delicate moonlight evening in Au-
gust. Ernest Allston, gazing idly on the gay
bevy of fashionablcs in the ballroom, at Con
gress Hall, left Wilmer deeply engaged in nirt-
ing with lovely Southerner, and sauntered out
on the long colonnade; throwing himself on a
bench, his reverie was soon broken by soft,
musical voice, exclaiming,
'Oh, do, dear sir, Join me il, rambe tonight.
do not feel in the least fatgued by our jour
ney. What heavenly night How delicious
this sweet breeze cools my burning brow! /
often feel on such night as this, an indescriba-
Bile sensaton-an unearthly happiness, which
pervades my breast, and causes every chord to
ring responsive | fancy each light, heecy cloud
to be an angel form, until the whole heavens
seemed peopled with bright creatures of my i'm
agination How exquisitey the moon tips with
silver, the tops of those dark pine trees, seeming
to cast frosty network over each branch
Come, dear sir, will you not walk with me-!
l must confess, my dear replied her COM
panion, that though your description is very
aluring, yet even your romance cannot drive a.
way the recollection of the rheumatism had,
after you dragged me out one dewy, damp night,
to see the Falls of Niagara by moonlight
ooh, forgive me, my kind fiend. will not
let you come now. Leave me here for little
while. will sit in that snug little corner and
make love to Cynthia, and then | will join you,
and we will have game of backgammon /
assure you | shall not take cold
And light graceful figure gded swiftly by
the dark corner in which Ernest was reclining,
and seated herself at the further end of the Co
lonnade.
Ernest after rejecting for some moments on
the sentiments he had Just heard uttered. and
which were SO congenaI to his own ideas, rose,
and taking few turns, approached the notion
less form before him, with an involuntary wish
to see the face Of the fair enthusiast As he
drew near she turned her head, and ray OF
the moon fell upon the beautiful features of Bird
get Dubs. Recognizing him, she gracefully
bowed, which he returned, and made some re-
mark upon the beauty of the night long
pause ensued; Florence being busily engaged
in tearing to pieces lovely rose, and Ernest
equally as earnest in the destruction of branch
of eglantine which found its way between the
pillars. Suddenly both were startled by gay
voice approaching them, and Caroline Somers,
followed by Harry Wilmer, stood Ieforc them,
saying,
What laggards are here, who thus desert our
train tonight Mr.. Wilmer, pray draw aside
your leaiy curtain, and let the prying moon dis
cover the traitors! What Mr. Allston! Star
gazing, | presume. Pray, what astronomical
discoveries do you intend enlightening the world
With And You, fair one, with golden locks,