The northern galaxy. [volume] (Middlebury, Vt.) 1844-1848, 1847-06-08

than once fitted like fair vision across his
mind since he had been in B. He had
seen it before only in the soft radiance Of
twilight but it was, indelibly imprinted upon
his remembrance. 1t was that ofthe Young
girl who had picked up the dropped letter.
She was now seated at the window, her ex-
quisite profile towards him as he was going
BY. She was bending gracefully forward.
and seemed TO be sewing He stopped full.
almost without being aware of it. and gazed
upon her charming face.-There was a
sweet serene beauty reposing thereon, which
he had never seen anything like, except in
the divine Scripiural heads-the Marvs or
Madonnas Of Raphael,
She looked up, and, seeing him, blushed
deeply with instant recognition and surprize.
Recalled TO himself, he bowed with an air
OF respectable apology and moved on his
way; wondering who that angelic and sweet
ly modest girl could be. A few PAGES on; he
met servant ofMadame Powell.
James, who lives in that house with the
green blinds?
That small one, sir, with the low windows
and lilacs in the yard.
Yes!
The widow Brandon, sir,
Who is she, James
Well. sir, believe she is very respecta-
bic person, indeed. exclaimed James. with a
formal air. as if he did not acknowledge any
personal acquaintance with the family. Her
husband used TO be doctor; but instead OF
curing sick people. he was sick all the time
himself, the consequence was, he never had
any practice.
Is he dead?
Yes, sir. He died about five years ago,
very poor. The family is respectable, | be-
lieve, and remember when his widow used
TO go the first parties, and her da'ter too; but
it ant SO nova days! Nice people, sir-very
nice. but that's all.
Thank you, James, answered Edward Civ
ing way TO lei him pass on.
When he entered tie drawing room, he
found Miss Clifford and her aunt engaged in
the very important discussion of who should
be invited 10 the party.
You must have great many ladies in the
neighborhood. Caroline, he said, glancing o.
yer the list of names, which his aunt placed
in his hand.
Yes, observed Madame Powell, one can't
associate with all, and so many people are
forcing themselves amony the aristocracy,
that we are compelled to be unusually
strict.
Aristocracy dear aunt. You are not spea-
king OF England, are you? said Edward, dry
ly: for he had sensible and hearty contempt
for tina: ahectation of exclusiveness which
characterized too forcibly large portion of
society in his native country
We are or ought 10 be as characteristic
here as inIEngland, said Miss Clifford. As
we have no titles TO distinguish US. it is the
more necessary 10 draw lines to keep off the
common people!
The common people : repeated Edward to
himself,
l mean nobodies, You understand me,
Gusts, though you pretend not TO- she said,
with brilliant smile that made lin forget,
forthe moment, every thing but her beauty,
II you please. will ruiz oyer your list, he
said,
Oh. yes. 1 dare say. most Of the women
you will remember as those of your school
boy days"
Yes-a good many of them, answered Ed
ward looking over the list Most of them
are new, and some of those that recall TO
mind are not here
Great changes have taken place, observed
Madame Powell,
Yes, see the name Of Peter LeyerM, Ia
dy and daughter. He was a shoe dealer
when was boy How does he come
within the orbit OF your aristocratic world,
aunt?
He has grown rich since then
Yes; very rich indeed! reiterated Miss
Clifford, wiIhparIicular emphasis on the mag
ic monosyllable rich.
Oh-ah that alters the easel
He keeps carriage!
And gives elegant parties
II is enough, Caroline There is a name
left out that ought TO be here, unless the fam
lily are dead or removed resumed Edward,
as he carlessly run his eye down The list.
Whose is that2 asked Madame Powell.
eagerly
Yes, exclaimed Miss Clifford, for we
wouldn't forget any body Of consequence for
The world.
| mean DR.. Brandon and family
Doctor Brandon has been dead six years,
responded Madam Powell. with look like
one very mach relieved TO think that she had
not lett out any person oil consequence.
He died miserably poor, said Caroline His
widow has all gone down,
Gone where?
How amusingly dull you are, she said
laughing, l mean she is nobody now. She
don't go into society.
She was once very beautiful woman, &
an ornament TO society,
Yes. believe so; answered Miss Clifford.
with light sneer Of contempt; but no body
visits them now. They are also very desti-
lute.
But that should only. tstrikes me. be the
the reason why they should be visited.
You don't understand me, meant visited
in the way Of social calls and invitations TO
parties!
And why should not Mrs. Brandon be still
visited in this way. even if she is poor? She
is still the Mrs, Brandon in calico that she
was in silks
Are you in earnest. Edward? enquiret
Caroline CT ifford, opening her large haze
eye and fixing them upon him with a look Of
naughty surprize, through which struggled
propensity TO laugh.
Yes indeed am
You are wonderfully practical in your re-
publicanism, Edward. she said, pleasantly.
Your father told US you were a very great
patriot.