Ypsilanti sentinel. [volume] (Ypsilanti, Washtenaw Co., Mich.) 1843-1900, 1846-12-02

Mr.. Edward Neland had the good luck or the
misfortune, whichever you choose, to be the
own cousin of at least dozen fine girls. Girls
that one might be proud to meet on winters
morning in Broadway, or a summers evening
at Saratoga, bright eyed, rosy-lipped damsels
with merry smiles, and soft silken tresses, and
-and-bless me what task to portray doz-
en- fine girls at once, thing my poor every DAY
goose-qull can never accomplish, am certain
and so suffice it, that Ned had loved and flirted
with them all, or nearly all, and at twenty-five
was still bachelor.
While Ned was still in college, his cousin
Helen came out. There was deal of beauty
in the Neland family, particularly among the
female portion of it, and Helen was decided
belle. the belle of the season perhaps; and Ed
ward Neland worshipped her with all the enthu-
siasm ola first love, the purest, hottest passion
of mans heart. But Helen's smiles were not
for him: her hopes of conquest scared higher
than merely by the hum-drum affection of boy
--lover,and while he was signing his heart away
! over his books, or weaving sonnets ITO his mis-
stress eyebrow she became the wife of
southcrner, and there was an end of poor Neds
day dream.
Fanny came next, but Edward had never real
~ loved Fanny, it was only smitGtion, as Web
ser or some one else hath it, side-thrust Of
Cupid which provedoniy scratch, land when she
chose to refuse his invitation to sleigh-ride,
and accept that of Ben Lyde, who drove SPLEEN
lid pair of grays, why, Ned consoled himself
with cigar and merrier male companion,an
after being mad with Fan for week or two,
thought no more about the matter. There was
Garry, too, pretty Garry Lindsay, the yeriest
little tiirt in Christendom, whose step who was
like fay's whose cheek made one think of
June rose, and her mouth-such mouth!-re.
minded you of all sorts of delicious thing. Ned
fell half in love with Garry when she was sweet
sixteen: and he danced with her at the first ball
she ever attended. Wasn't he proud of his pretty
rartnert And didn't his heart keep tune to the |
music that night! In fact, l know not what
might have happened, but Ned discovered just
in time, that she did not care a fig for him, |
and so that romance was given to the winds. |
What an unfortunate fellow
Bet Ned had other cousins. Kate, black |
eyed creature, with step like Juno, and a
shower Of jetty rmglets, that served to shade.
without concealing, a pair of dimples, so deep
they seemed fit hiding places for Love. There
was Emma, but Emma was literary, bas blue
a scribbler for ANIMALS and the magazines; Ned
had horror of literary ladies, decided aver
sion: he liked woman in her own sweet sphere
of home and home duties, ministering angel
to man; freside companion, dispenser of
life's charities; bat woman who wrote-a
regular book maker, bah he couldn't endure
one, so he turned, as we may, to Harriet and
Sophy, because they were sensible girls, but
not exactly bookish. Harriet and Sophy were
what is STYLED cieUer; excellent house-keepers,
quite celebrated for preserves and pickles, and
famous for crullers only-cooks, at Christmas.
They were not so pretty, perhaps, as some of
fho ovxAo Int III, .I-oI< a.
when he dropped in at bis naeles of an evening I
he found them sitting with their needleworks |
in such cheerful parlor, there wasn't another
like it in all New York. Harriet ready at his S
first request to play and sing, and as to Sophy, S
why she was always ready for waltz, and '
dift mind waltzing sicith her comsin," and so n
they used to twirl about for awhile, and then v
SIT down round the fire and chat, till the old v
gentleman would say, "Sophy, bring out the il
emonade and some glasses, will YOU? And h
ne basket Of apples, too, Sophy. And, Sophy Q
some OF the pie / saw you making" And off v
r7ps SsPhy. and In few minutes In comes lit v
lie black Joe, with tea-beard, and his Young a
mistress all smiles behind him, with bunch of il
leys In her hand; and Joe sets the tray upon s
ne table; and Harriets cuts the pie; and Sophy a
elps papa and mamma, and cousin Ned is told C.
0 help himself; and while they are eating, Il
racking jokes as well as nuts, and drinking the a
iris health, the clock strikes ten, or it may be
leyen, and it is time to be gone, and Ned often
sked himself after one of these social evenings n
THAT there was about them that he liked so a
nuch. d
Ned was, as all men are, suppose, an ad- C
nirer, nay worshippers of beauty, with the a
most susceptible heart that any poor young gen. Il
leman was ever troubled with, the most ro- n
nant,c, vexatious, love-making heart in the k
World; evey bright eye shot an arrow which il
ferced 1t, and every handsome face left its i'm u