The daily crescent. [volume] ([New Orleans, La.]) 1848-1851, 1849-01-13
From the Model American Courier.
"Reminiscences Of aPbgstetan out Of 2Praettee
BY PROFESSOR RUTER.
NO. XII KEEPING UP A FAMILY NAME
[COncluded.1
LEAF VI-MR. NIxoN's "OpIN1oN" OF MAT.

LEAF VI-MR. NIxoN's "OPINIoN' OF MAT.
TIERS, ETC.
On his arrival at K our hero presented
himself Immediately at his cousins. The old gen.
tleman grasped his hand cordially
"Ah George, that you GLAD to see you but it's
all knocked in the head Lucy's fool-disap-
peared-gone of-Lord knows where she is now.
That's my opinio1-whats yours9'
George procee to give an account of his adj
ventures in the last forty-eght hours During the
recital the old gentleman smoothed his chin, ca
ressed his nose, wnked both eyes successfully,
poked his cousin in the ribs, and at last fairly
danced round the room with tears in his eyes in his
| exuberant joy.
''By the laws, that's the very thing couldn't
have been better; they say matches are made in
Heaven-yours was made on the road there. Lucy
in breeches! how did she look !"-and here the
| old man laughed outright. "Take care she doesn't
ribs, to the manifest danger of the intercostal in
| teguments. "Three days, indeed! you shall GO
back tomorrow, and Cupid go with you-Ro
nance, too!-she shall have enough of it. You
must marry her in week, George-sooner the
| better. That's my opinion-what's yours :"
| The reader may be sure the young mans opin-
ion must have differed widely from his wishes if he
disagreed much with the old gentleman on that
point. Accordingly, next morning, at an early
| hour, Georges grays and buggy found themselves
again on the road, carrying their master toward
Mrs. Estill's, at pace that astonished even the
noble thorough-breds themselves. Two hours suf-
feed to pass the twenty-five miles Of distance, and
our traveller arrived al the aunt's by the time of
| early morning calls.
Mrs. Estill, not counting upon such promptness
of return on the part of her late viser had walked
| out, and our hero found Miss Nixon alone. The
| young lady, however, received him with ready
smile and frank cordiality of manner that showed
| his visit to be none the less welcome than it
| unexpected The morning was pleasant one,
but had it been of Siberian severity it had seemed
| summertime to the lover, who became more and
| more fascinated with his charming young relative,
| with each moment of increased acquaintance AT
length, after half hours conversation on different
matters-indifferent to uninterested spectator
but every word of which was silver thread in the
tissue Cupid was weaving round the hearts of the
young couple-the visiter, unable longer to resist
the temptation of so favorable an opportunity,
said to the lady
'Myedear Miss Nixon, may offend you in what
wish to say, but the happiness of nv life is at
stake, and must speak. 1t is possible that the cir
cumstances under which met you may have at
first thrown an interest around you and contributed
to produce the-the feelings l have for you. Do
not be offended he continued, earnestly for the
young girl had put her hands to her face, and from
between her taper fingers tears trickling fast.
g You would not, perhaps, think me so presump-
tuous in this declaration, if you knew well as
do you, and as well as | am known to your rela-
tions-to your aunt | have known you by charao-
ter for years. All ask, dearest Lucy, is, if my
suit is entirely approved of by your aunt, will you
Lucy! -
But that one word was not given, for just at that
moment, Mrs. Estill passed the window and spring.
ing up hastily, the young lady hurried out of the
room to meet her. Leading her aunt, who smiled
when she saw her niece's excited appearance to a
paror, Lucy said: 'Aunt, dearest aunt, Mr. Mason
has-he has asked me to become his wife Tell
me, Oh tell me, what shall say to hm!'
Lucy" said Mrs. Estill, kindly, '.do not your
own feelings prompt you what to say 90
boo FIJI Il Io,,l L
heart if to still its tumutuous throbbings as she
answered "Aunt, they do, and for that very reason
distrust them. For Heavens sake, tell me, who
is this Mr. Mason 20
MY dearest child" replied Mrs E., che is one
Of the noblest men in the world If could choose
husband for you out of the whole State, | would
select him.
''Oh thank you, thank you,'' said the excited
girl, eagerly, " but aunt-my father-I love him
do not wish to offend him and he has set his heart
upon my marrying that odious cousin of his.
Besides" continued Lucy, not observing the quiet
smile on the face of her companion" it seems to
that ought to regard his wishes in this because
| feel as if had not acted rightly. So long as
felt unhappy and angry at papa, could justify my
self, but now, am so happy, it seems as though
had done wrong to leave him, and as if ought
not to allow myself to be happy while he must be
anxious what is become of me- And her tears
flowed afresh.
MY noble girl" said the aunt, pressing her
gentleman well, and esteems him so highly, that
sure he is of your invincible aversion to the
match he proposed for you, think l can be
answerable for his consent that you should marry
your own choice"
go, can you, can you, indeed 3" exclaimed the |
delighted Lucy, her whole face radiant with JOY |
then may tell him.
'Tel him whatever your heart prompts,'' said |
the other, rising, " and he is waiting now |
But Lucy had already disappeared Re-entering |
the w era her lover riyeto he
spot wheres she had left him, she advanced and |
placed her hand in his-without word-but with |
a manner so winning, confidence generous |
and entire, that the young man thought at the mo-
ment ten lives too short to devote to her happiness
A week passed. during which Nixon's grays |
rested, excepting one day, when they were en-
ployed to take their master, on visit of ndispen-
sable necessity, to clergyman ofthe neghborhood. |
At length came beautiful summer morning, and |
with it the parson and the fair young BRIDE clad |
in snowy satin, quelled, well as she might, the
throbbng of her heart, while she prepared for the
great event OF a mans or woman's life.
The clergyman's manner was serious and his
voice low, and this, with her own excitement of
mind and heart, prevented Lucy's noticing the
name by which her lover was addressed in the
ceremony. But when all was over, and she sat be-
side her husband in the carriage that was bearing
them rapidly towards her fathers residence, it
tanly did occur to her, as a source. of self-con-
graduation, that she now for free from all
farther opportunities in behalf of that odious
George Nixon"
They reached the neighborhood of Y by late
dinner time, and drove Immediately to her fathers
The young wife trembled as they alighted from
the carriage and assembled the steps of her so hastily
abandoned home but her husband tenderly re-
assured and supported her, and babe her be of good
cheer, for she was already forgiven. She had no
time to ask, even with look, an explanation of
this last mysterious assurance, for they entered
the familiar door, there stood her father hiding as
well he cOuid. Under of mock
anger, the joy that gaddened his heart and twinkled
in his eyes, in spite of him.
"Father, dear father!" exclaimed the daughter,
springing to the old mans feet, while tears of min
gled joy and sorrow dimmed momentarily her
bright eyes-"Wil you-can you forgive me %
'Forgive you!-little runaway" said the old
gentleman, raising her in his arms" Yes, Lucy,
I III forgive you if you III promise me'r-