Mississippi Democrat. (Carrollton, Miss.) 1844-18??, 1846-04-29


Mary but, be me sowl, little Paudieen
has the mothers eyes, an my nose, an bits
op both on as all ouer' No, sir, no; we
can bear hard fortune, starvation, an mi
sery; but we can't part from our chiIdher,
unless it be the will of heaven to take
them from us!"
OF" THE OLD CONTINENTAL /; or the
Price of Liberty"--is the title of new
novel, by Hon. J. X. Paulding, about 10 be
issued from tho press. The following ex-
tract is from the description of the heroine
of the story -
The window where Jane sat, looked out
on the windings of the little stream, thro'
its paradise OF green meadows, in the DIS
lance of which might be caught a glimpse
of the old stone house, with its moss CO.
vered roof and rugged chimneys, where
now dwell in lonely solitude, the aged
grandparents of her adventurous lover,-
A dark spot in the gray obscurity Of even.
ing alone indicated its precise position, and
fancy supplied the rest. Her arms we're
crossed on the window seat, and being
somewhat raised, discovered waist fash
Toned by nature beyond all the art of the
most expert Partisan artistic. Above this
taper miracle, one might detect beneath
her folded arms, the swelling, graceful out
line of gentle heaving bosom, which in.
simulated, not disclosed, the hidden SHOWS,
and gave rise to dim, yet glowing visions
of things unseen, the secret shrnes of
lowly alteration. Her head, bent graceful
~ forward, and somewhat depressed, indi-
Gated something like latent enthusiasm,
mingled with hope and apprehension, and
this attitude brought the slken tresses of
her chestnut hair partly over her forehead
and eyes. No one could ever tell the co.
lor Of those eyes: for as The lints of the
summer landscape are perpetually varying
in The shade and sunshine, so did the vari-
Gus emotions of her heart, and the seem
ing color of her eyes. Whether black, or
brown, or gray, remains question TO this
day undecided, and those few who remem-
bered her in the days of her youth, often
disputed on the subject, without ever
agreeing. No one was, however, so dispu.
tatous as 10 question the hue Of her long
eye-Iashes, as everybody agreed they look
ed for all the world like changeable silk.
For the rest, her figure was the exact
counterpart of that of the lady the reader
most admires, and her features seemed to
have come together by accident. But ii
was one of the happiest accidents in the
world; for it produced, somehow or other,
face so irregular, yet so charming, as 10
distance the happiest conceptions OF paint
ing or poetry. Its beauty, or rather its
loneliness for she could not be called
beautiful-consisted in that indescrbable,
inimitable mystery, called expression, and
never failed 10 attract the sympathies of
all who knew her, from its various parts
to its delightful whole. The face Of Jane
was, however, composed Of legitimate
materials; pair of cherry lips, inlaid
with two rows of polished ivory, whence
issued the balmy breath of spring dim.
pied cheek that rivaIled the aforesaid cher.
ries; delicate, ledy.like nose and chin,
and general contour Invested Of common
place vugariiy.. But | forbear to say
more, lest, peradyenture | should fall in
love with the picture | am drawing. Suf-
flee to say, that her voice, both in speaking
and singing, was so soft, so exquislely,
unsteady melancholy, when serious, SO
inspiring, when gay, that when she spoke
or sung, no echoes ever replied, for they all
died away in listening.
But The less we say OF her education
and accomplishments, the better, perhaps,
for our heroine. She possessed neither
piano, harp, or Lutte, nor could she have
played an honest man 10 sleep with them,
had they been in her possession. Yet still
she possessed the very soul of harmony,
and an ear so nice and delicate, that an
old German musician once said of her,
tina, had not Apollo got the star, of her,
she would have certainly become the god.
dess Of music.
The mother Of Jane was clever, sen.
I - vunt,,n and ba r. a r,othax