Ypsilanti sentinel. [volume] (Ypsilanti, Washtenaw Co., Mich.) 1843-1900, 1846-04-22
From Arthur's Magazine.
OUR MAY.
BY FANNY FORESTER.

BY FANNY FORESTER.
"OuR May as every body called Mary LOOMS,
was the merriest bithsomest, busiest little creature
that ever you saw-a perfect honey-gatherer with
out the sting-an April smile, with cousins face
for the contrasting cloud. 1t seemed impossible to
bring shade of seriousness over that joyous face
for although have seen tears starting from her
eyes, they were always checked by smile, or, if
suffered to fall upo her face, they were lost in
profason of roguish dlmples.
Our May had cousin, the cloud above mentioned
who re;oiced in the appelation; but although
every body said that Miss Mary LOOMS was very
=. very excellent young lady, ever thought Of
lacing the possessive before her name: indeed, do
not think Miss May would have liked such partner
ship concern, for she had high opinion of her own
dignity, and she thought it must be very painful to
any LADY, of decacy to be hailed by all she met as
though under their special protection. The good
natural laugh of the old farmers shocked her delicate
nerves, and the cordial grasp of their horny hands
were quite too much for lady-endurance. Miss May
wis very often anl,ye lwhen wal king with her
in bv the exclamation. There goes cur May. from
the lips of some poor wlsaeixoma or errand-boy;
and then to see them fly across the street, as on
terms of the greatest intimacy Why, it was prep
osterous. So presuming
Miss Nav never spoke but in the gentlest voice
AMI the most unexceptonable words: but then she
often felt it her duty admonish her wild cousin Of
the folly of her doings, which admontons active
little Hebe found peculiarly irksomc. She however
soon invented way of warding off these avalanches
of good advice, quite worthy of her w.t. When
Miss May would enter the parlor with grave look
of reproof, and commence with the omnibus words,
sMy dear cousin, feel it my duty to expostulate-'
the offender would interrupt her.
.sOh, dear coz: wait minute. May, deary, l have
something to tell you. Mr.. Mclroy-
The sentence was sometimes finished in one way
and sometimes in another but Mr.. Meroy the
magic word; and, after making her fair montress
blush crimson, the little tormenter would glide out
of the ROOM and express her self-gratalation by a
laugh as long and loud as it musical.
Mr.. Melroy was our village Clergyman; young
bachelor of twenty -eght, anda general favorte with
all for he looked upon the whole human family his
inbred; and his heart refused to the meanest
beggar the appellation, brother. His voice full
and melodous, bat somewhat solemn; his counte-
nance exhibited dash of melancholy, SO modified
bychrstain benevolence to be peculiarly interes-
ting; and his manner was correct and gentlemanly.
The two cousins were members of Mr.. Melroy's
church; and their uncle Squire Loomis was his per-
sonal friend; so it is not at all to be wondered at
that he became their frequent visitor. Neither is
matter of wonder that volatile May, contrasted
as she with her grave companion, should almost
escape the young pastors notice. Our May saw
that Mr. Melroy's attention was all directed to the
cloud; but she not sorry, for it gave her op-
portunty to watch his fine eyes, as they lighted up
with the enthusiasm of his subject and to catch the
variety of expression which genius can throw upon
the most serious face. Our May liked merriment,
but she liked Mr.. Melroy's conversation better; and
she neves ventured to breathe word until she was
sure he had quite finished. Then she would make
some remark, so comca, that Mr.. Meroy would be
Obliged to waste smile upon her in spite of himself;
and Miss May would quite forget the half hours
profitable conversation in planning reproof Some
times Mr.. Melroy would walk with the young ladies
or rather with the cloud for our May was constant
ly bounding from the PATH to pluck flower or chase
butterfly; and yet, she somehow never lost the