Glasgow weekly times. (Glasgow, Mo.) 1848-1861, 1849-11-22

ows, and woods intermingled. A little
stream wound its way amongst the
green meadows, and passed within
few rods of the foot of the hill, large
garden also, stocked with the rarest
plants, surrounded the house, and
grove Of old oaks cast their cool shade
over the course by which you approach
ed the dwelling of sweet Alice.
Alice and her father was returning
from their usual evening walk, when
the conversation at the opening of our
story occurs. They soon arrived at
the house, and had scarcely seated them
selves in the porlico, when they were
summoned to tea by Mrs. Roberts.
Mrs. Roberts was in excellent humor
she chatted so pleasantly that her aud.
itors were really astonished, and won
dered what could have happened to
make her so good .natured. They were
soon enlightened, for she was unable to
hold back the good news, which she
had to communicate, any longer, and
told them that she had received an in
vitation from Mrs. Johnson, one of her
dear friends" to spend the evening
with her, and that Count Fleurus, a
French nobleman, intended TO honor the
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ence. Alice and her father readily ex-
pressed their sense of the great honor
intended them--and left the table to
prepare for the visit.
Mr.. Johnson and his wife were great
lion-hunters; every man who came to
the village in which they resided was,
if he had any kind ola title, at once
pounced upon and made lion of; but a
nobleman was perfect god.send: they
could have fallen down and worshiped
him. Ii is true that Mr.. Johnson had
once been "bit" by a pretended German
Baron, who borrowed a considerable
sum of money from him, which he
had never repaid, and turned out after
all to be nothing but runaway valet,
but this on y increased his taste for
lions, and now he had, as he thought,
met with great good fortune in the
shape of the gallant Count Fleurus.
"Oh! my dear Madam, am rejoiced
to see you; you look charming. Come
in. The Count has come, and want
TO introduce you 10 him. and Mrs.
Johnson seized her "dear friend and
fellow "bas bleu" by the arm, and walk.
ed off with her TO see the lion of the
evening. The introduction was soon
completed, and Mrs. Roberts and the
Count were great friends.
The Count had heard of Mrs. Roberts
the charming aulhoress oflhe poems in
the country newspaper; he had heard
her much spoken of in his country; and
could assure her that her great merit
was duly appreciated.
"lndeed!' returned the lady, Il did
not know that was so highly honored.
"Oh! yes, Madame, you be var well
known; read your piece--what you
call it !oh, THE Dying Sparrow" Yer
fine! better than Byron; never like any
thing SO much. Oh! you great genius,
Madame; you have great deal of wit"
"Ah, Count, you flatter me-"
"No, Madame, / speak from my
heart; no flattcr you: but why do you
stay here: these people don't under,
stand you; you hide your light under
a bushel; go to Paris; there you will be
a great person. You cannot be appre.
ciated here"
That's true, Count; but then | can
not 60 away. My husband is so ignor,
ant: and, as you say, these people don't
understand me. OH! live a horrid
life.
Mr.. Roberts now came up to be pre-,
sented to the Count. and the converse.
ton was broken off for a time. The
Count seemed to be well pleased with
Mr.. Roberts, and readily accepted an
invitation to spend the next day with
him. F @ --.
The party broke up early, on account
of the Counts being much fatigued by
his Journey. Mrs. Roberts had the
honor of being handed to her carriage
by the "lion," and wen, home perfectly
delighted with her visit. ..s-rer
| The next day the Count anneared