The examiner. [volume] (Louisville, Ky.) 1847-1849, 1849-02-03
Owe flowed ever tho little obstruction that


had lately clogged it, =
There was general excitement ant
glow through the party that had assembled
at my friends that evening, and some little
awkwardness too. Nothing could be more
unexpected than +. HIS arrival. He wa.
not expected till the year should come
round. He had expressly said, when urged
to come in the winter holidays. he could
not come till summer vacation. All thoughts
fixed on the city friend as the solution Of
the riddle. II was this new-found star that
caused tho periurbations OF their planet
Woman is as strong in her strength as
she is weak in her weakness. Our dear
little L.. betrayed no excited feeling-ap-
peared nothing different from usual, except
that perhaps she talked more, and rather
with her elders than her young friends. F.
II. did not contribute to the cheeriulness oil
the evening. He was tacitnrn and abstract
ed, and though, for an American bred youth,
exact and graceful in his manners, he turn.
ed over chair, utterly demolished the fire
in attempting to put up fallen brand
and while standing by Miss -, overseI
lamp on the mantle-Piece. He caught il
in time to save my friends carpet. The
disaster was evidently considered generally
as equivalent to declaration Of love fol
Miss -. She was the only one who
had the presence Of mind to rally him on
his awkwardness.
The next afternoon l.. was playing some
Of Beelhoven's music, which she plays
deliciously. My friend was sitting in hel
rocking chair, by the fire, half dosing ovel
the last Boston Weekly Messenger, and F
H. was on the sofa, apparently dividing bis
attention between the music and Alice d.,
teazing little girl OF eight years Old
d know something about you, F. she
said. yes, you know you love me- Nc
indeed; | don't love anybody that DOM
love me, and you love--ha!-I know
who Il love you, Alice. No, no, no;
shall tell you who it is!' F. H. tried to
stop her mouth with kiss, and whisper
There was false playing at the piano. Little
Alice felt her power OF tornenting. and
true to her woman's nature, was determined
not to lose the opportunity. I'll tell you
who mamma says it is. and cousin Mary,
and aunt Sarah, and the whole Of them;
heard them all talking about it when they
thought | was fast asleep. Now, Mr.. F.,
pretend you don't know, and guess. You
can't! Well, III tell you. Miss -;
and the mIschevous little thing pronounced
the name Of the beautiful guest, syllable
by syllable. Poor L., she is the most
habitually selfcoutolling young person
have ever known; and whether it was that
she was not well at this moment, and heI
nerves were particularly irritable, or thai
her feelings had acquired force by too long
repression, and that the child had touched
the spring and opened the flood gates,
know not; but she burst into food OIL
tears--rose from the piano-and then, for
the first time in life disingenuous, she laugh
ed.-said that music of Beethoven's always
affected her strangely-wiped away her
tears--ihrust her handkerchief into her
little net bag on the piano. and was reseal-
ing herself, as if to proceed with her music,
when, most fortunately for her, some one
called her from the stairs, and she disap-
peared. The elder lady was by this time
apparently in a profound nap. Alice S
attention was attracted by robin on the
door-step, and /. H., after going TO the
piano. leaned over it, and walking up and
down The room two or three times, went to
his apartment.
The evening found the little community
again gathered at my friends. 1t promised
to 20 off more cheerfully than the proceed.
ing. If | may be allowed the expression,
they had become more easy in the harness,
adjusted their ideas to the apparent necessity
Of the existing state Of things. After the
hospitable rites Of tea were over, and the
usual allowance of music and dancing had,
plays we're proposed. The line of poetry
what is my thought like?' the historical
game; and, finally, rhapsody. 1t must be
confessed that our obscure community has
tendency TO the Intellectual even in their
scoffers might say, a leaning
to blue stockingism. Be IL so; pedantry is
better than inanity.
As this rhapsody writing is pleasant
trial Of ingenuity, without being tasking, |
will describe it for the benefit OF such as
may be ignorant Of it, and give some ex.
amples that were produced on this evening.
The scoflers alluded to above might have
had rare fun in caricaturing the deep blue
way in which some of our pretty young
vestals set to weaving the warp and wool
in fancy's loom. Their shuttles were any
thing but type Of swiftness. Some i'm.
patiently snapped off the work, and threw
it away; some cut it off to prose. But If
the muses. were no! invoked, they were not
If there was nothing to claim
admiration there was nothing to provoke
ridicule.
Each person writes question, and after
il a single word Ghe more grotesque the
better), on strip.of paper, and puts il in a
bowl; then each draws question from the
bowl. writes an answer in rhyme or prose,
as pleases her, and deposites it in the bowl.
The responses are read aloud.
QUEs. Which is worst-Folly or Wick
sdnessr (Word shoe.l
ANS. Folly sometimes wears shoe
Too tight upon her little toe
And wiekedness is often led
Upon that little toe to tread