The voice of freedom. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1839-1848, 1846-09-03
From the Baltimore Saturday Yisiter.
THE WIN D L e r
or, Ill Gains Never Thrive.
A PRIZE TALE.
BY j. AUSTIN srERRY.

imagine the brilliant scene winch DfOauWay
presents on such a day. Thousands Of sleigh'
Of every shape, size and variety, are dashlns
hither and thither, in such thick confusion a.
to make it matter Of ineXplicable astonlsh
ment how they find room to pass each Other
without coming into collision. Here and
there great omnibus sleigh, piled up with
human freight, glides along like an overload
ed steamboat out of its element, while glitter
ing establishments of fairy-like lightness and
beauty are gancing by them and around
them like birds upon the wing. The spray
thrown up from the heels of the ioaming cour-
sers, flashing, and cleaning, and sparkling in
the bright atmosphere, resembles ii shower of
burning diamonds while the Jingle, jingle,
jingle of the bells floats upon the breeze so
merrily and cherriIy that your heart leaps
with joy at the sound. You might almost
en- bell-wires, and that old Winter, with his
white fingers, was pulling them for very fun
Then, too, the happy faces that peep out from
the warm, rich furs-the glimpses Of beauty
and chances of bright eyes that beam on you
as they fit by, radiant as sunshine and trans
lent as the meteor-fash Oh, what glee is
there in old Gotham in sleigh-time
Such was the day and the scene. In
magnificent little shell that glided along
Broadway, were seated lady and gentleman,
almost buried in costly fur5. The lady's face
was one Of rare loveliness and the gentle
man, as he listened to her animated words,
seemed to be so much absorbed in the con-
temptation of her charms, that he neg ected
the reins, and left his steed to trot along
through the throng at his own discretion.
While the lady chatted away in a lively
strain, her glance was wandering over the
crowd that moved along the sidewalk. Sud
denly laying her hand upon the gentleman's
arm, she exclaimed
Look, George-what sweet face that
poor girl hasp
The object of this remark was girl appa-
rently about seventeen, rather uncomtortably |
clad for the season, with thin, faded shawl !
over her shoulders, and her light ringlets
straying playfully from beneath melancho-
ly apology for bonnet Her features were
pale and thoughtful, but full of sweet express
sion and her large, intelligent blue eyes
beamed with touching sadness. The gentle
man looked in the direction indicated by his
fair companion; but his eye no sooner rested
on the girl than shade of dispeasure or pain
crossed his brow and giving the reins ner-
vou3 jerk, his mettlcsome steed bounded fleet
ly onward, bearing the sleigh quickly out of
sight of the poor girl who had so interested
his companion.
"Why Georgep' exclaimed the lady,
I" what do you mean? 1t was very disoblig
ing in yon to start off at this rate when
you knew that | wanted to observe that
girl"
The gentleman stammered out an apology
laying the blame upon the impotence Of his
horse. The excuse, however, was to lame to
convince the lady. She was pqued at having
her humor thus unreaSonably thwarted, and
pouted during the rest Of the ride. When she
at length alighted at the door of her fathers
residence, in Bleeker-street, she thanked her
lover Gor such the gentleman was) with cool
civility for the sleigh ride and entered the
house in pet leaving him to drive Off an
athematizing the incident which had thus
dampened the mornings pleasure. He had
another source Of unpleasant feelings, too,
than the lady's frown. The sight Of the poor
girl on Broadway, whom he very we'll knew,
had given rise to reflections Of a disagreeable
nature, which will be explained in the Sc
quel.
To return to the young lady, When she
entered her comfortable paror, she found
young man standing at the window, who turn
ed to her and said
"Well, sis, another lovers quarrel on the
carpet, eh ?"
"Why do you talk so silly, John ?" return
ed the sister,
cts plain that it is So" continued the bro
Their, g for | saw Renwick, as he drove off,
looking as black as a thunder cloud, and your
face is as flushed as if you had been scolding
for an hour"
"Pshaw " calculated the young lady. Then
after moments silence, she added" Well,
if you will pry into my affairs, you must know
that | am beginning to dislike George Rem
wick, and | don't believe shall ever marry
him after all"
"Ha ha ha" laughed her brother, " the
same old song--it will be kiss and make up
in less than six hours again"
"Very well, you'll see," she returned as
she withdrew to disrobe herself Of her riding
apparel
Emily and John Williams were the only
children of a wealthy New York merchant.
They had been reared indulgently and re-
ceived an excellent education. John was
fine young fellow Of twenty two-had chosen
the profession Of medicine, and was preparing !
to graduate at the spring commencement
Emily was somewhat of a spoiled beauty lust
entering her nineteenth year Indulgence |
had rendered her a little selt-wlled, and adj !
ulation had made her little vain and capri |
cious; but she was, Notwithstanding, girl of
fine feelings, amiable disposition, and good
sense. With voluptuous figure, raven hair,
and piercing dark eyes, classic features, a
finely cut mouth, and teeth Of pearly white
ness, she had reigned the belle of two sea-
sons, and then plighted her hand to George
Renwick, a merchant of high standing and
reputed wealth.
Renwick was about thirty years of age--a
man of acknowledged talent and enterprise,
with handsome face and manly form. His
manners were bland and insinuating, his bear
ing graceful and easy, and his address fluent
and polished. Whether pure affection or
more interested motives induced him to urge
his suit to Emily, we need not say here, suf-
fee it that, with warm feelings and trusting
nature, she was easily won. The match was