The Middlebury galaxy. [volume] (Middlebury, Vt.) 1848-1850, 1849-01-09
MIDDLEBURY VERMONT TUESDAY MORNING. JANUARY g. Bn

accused violation Of every law OF WON ans
nature.
Some may ask, what would you have w.
man be2 Who has been, or is, your mode
Of Il woman? Why, we would allow to her
a respectable book education. and a com
plete domestic one; we would teach her how
10 watch by the bedside of a sick parent
brother or sister. or stranger; we would
have her modest and good hearted. We
would prefer simple Ruth, Of olden time, TO
Queen Elizabeth or Calharine of Russia.
So, female readers, we will close the dis
cussion of this subject, by asking that you
will give US 'men-lolks' OVERLOOKING hearts
rather than overlooking intelects.
1t is now two years since tie events in the
beginning of our story took place. 1t is a
proud day at Hamilton. Again the chapel
bell peals forth in melancholy tones. TO many
ii youthful ear-its yearly summons. Every
heart, both young and old, is filled with en-
thusiasm. Some feel like doing great and
good deeds, and ali felt excited. But bark !
what glorious music ! Now a long process
sion approaches. First are the musicians,
with martial step; next long file OF noble
looking. middle>aged men, who have come
to pay a tribute. by their presence, TO the
memory of their Alma Mater; next, with
pale counienances, and each ribbon of blue
in his button-hole, came the graduates and
undergraduates; then, the parents and cit
liens, the mechanic and sturdy farmer. fol-
low, with step not very regular; while
wild, heterogeneous mass Of urchins, some
with and some without clean, shining, morn
ing faces, bring up The rear.
The chapel halls are yet empty, butt hea-
w tread, as Of many feet, as heard upon the
steps, and ere | can write these words, The
halls are thronged. Soon as a busy world
gradually retires 10 sleep, when night comes
on, the throng becomes silent.
| A venerable man now prays lervenlly;
band Of youth are about going forth TO take
part in the busy scenes Of life, aud. as in the
times that tried mems SOULS the fond moth
er placed her hand upon the head Of her
brave son and said, Go, my son; fight the
battles Of thy country, and God bless thee
he earnestly prayed that God would wisely
guide and bless that band of youth.
What Simeon Royden is prououhcing The
'Oratio Salutatoria,' let US glance moment
| towards our right
Well. now, Mr.. Stanley, that will never
do And you, 'Abbe o. Hamilton don't
you think we see you2 We shall not suffer
NOu w Slb NO1ClACl uillCsS 1Ou sup nuISDCl
ing and laughing! What if he is going 10
marry poor seamstress?
Hal we wonder how far Cousin Irving
would jump, or how much more purple than
the blood of Cesar his face would turn, did
he know by whose side he was sitting!
II is the day after the commencement at
H. A carriage rolls away into the
countrv Tu.o vounr mon are ceatef with.
in ; they are the cousins. Irving is silent
Simeon is still determined to wed the poor
seamstress.
''And how soon do you intend your mar
riage with this woman shall take place? ask
ed Irving, in an aflectediy low caress tone.
"Precisely in one week from tonight" an
swered Simeon.
"Joy be with you! regret that I cannot
be present at the ceremony; for, us you are
aware, start upon Southern tour to-mor-
row."
Simeon knew there was no need for such
precipitancy, and he soon convinced him of
the folly Of such 4 malicious movement. So,
Irving consented to witness the nuptas vet,
protesting that he would be but as an indiifer-
ent spectator.
They had now arrived home, where they
were greeted with pleasure by their doating
parents.
The appointed time for the wedding had
come.
The guests were all assembled. among whom
were many choice souls of the beautiful Will
age of IL 'Abbe of Hamilton was
there, and with Irving, was wondering where
Simeon had hidden the seanstress.
The evening was fast wearing away
"What strange wedding where is the seam
stress = was whispered by one and another.
Suddenly, Able of H. who had left
the room few minutes before, came in and
led by Simeon, approached and stood before
the reverend President.
Irving felt all sorts of ways. He had admir-
ed and loved Able with enthusiasm; there
fore was his chagrin and disappointment the
more intense. lie had been so highly pleased
with her nobility of soul, her originality Of
mind, as to neglect all queries respecting her
earlier life. He regarded her as the author
ess Of the Poem not as one fashionably term
ed aristocrat, but one of Natures aristocrats--
aristocraiic in mind and soul, and he now con-
graduated Simeon upon his superior wisdom
and Judgment He also forgave Able her
deception, hoping she would prove good
wife.