The Camden journal. [volume] (Camden, S.C.) 1836-1851, 1850-03-29

ing smile, nave no relationship or tne sllgnt
est claim whatever upon that lady,"
'SWho thrn are you!' exclaimed Brandon
surprised out of all observance of etiquette, il
meeting with character which he thought SC
entirely original.
"Well YOU shall hear, and now listen," she
continued, placing her finger on her ruby lip
with an arch expression of countenance." -
There was once little wild flower, growing
by the wayside, which had few wants, and
whose only happiness consisted, in inhalng the
perfume, and sharing the early morning dew
with the little blossoms around it. A charitable
hand transplanted this mountain bud, to warm
rich border, where the sun always shines, hop.
ing by proper cultivation, to render the plant
not only fair to look at, but, that in time, il
might infuse the balm Of happiness into some
congenial heart. Misplaced kindness the bud
when expanded was found to contain poison
which shed noxious vapor on the atmosphere
around it, not only deadeniug the springs Of
happiness, but proving source of refined mis-
cry. And now you know not rhom but rhat
Emma Sewell is You shake your head as
though not understanding me; then, to be
more explicit, in fewer words, Mrs. Sewell, a
charitable lady, who resides altogether in the
country, took her whom they call Emma Sew.
ell, from poor woodman's hat, and, even upon
him, she had no claim, save that of common lu.
mainly. She may be even lower in birth than
that poor honest woodman; her origin may be
as low and degraded as it is possible for hu,
man nature to be; though do not believe so;
and as her cheek assumed deeper dye, there
was loftiness of expression upon her counte.
nance which seemed to say, as much as a look
could, al am superior to the mass" And so
thought Edward Brandon. Such elevation OF
soul, he argued; could never owe its origin to
guilt or vulgarity. And Brandon was descend
ed from one of the oldest families in that State,
and not little tinctured with that most super.
ative of all foles, pride of birth. The fact was,
his character had within the last half hour un-
dergone most surprising change. 1t must be
confessed he was a little startled at her bold
avowals. But there was such an enchanting
sincerity about her, such beauty in her lofty
sentiments, such sweet originality, and, above
all, such witchery in her smile, that it seemed
impossible to resist the combination. 1t has
been observed that the mouth is the most
speaking feature of the face, especially when
dressed in smiles. And then there are so many
smiles-the smile of bitterness for real or ina
ginary wrongs; the sneering smile; the smile
of deception; the smile of good humor; the
habtual smile of temper; the smile Of concii-
alton, and more than all, the smile of pleasant
and happy love. think could indite do.
zen pages upon the influence Of smile, and Ed
ward Brandon had this evening felt its power,
imagining, with such being as Emma Sewell,
he could set the worlds dread laugh at defiance.
And when leading her to the dance he observed
the enchanting grace of her movements, the
harmonious blending Of the expression of her
countenance, with every variation of the tune.
" this is what | have SO often heard Of" said
he, but never understood until now, the po.
etrv of notion.'" Poor Brandon in one short
evening was far gone in love. At parting, ne
ventured to press Emma's hand, which she has
tily snatched away. Notwithstanding the re.
pulse, "may call to inquire after your health!"
he whispered.
"You may" said shc, with a mischevous
smile, "if you please; and should you find me
NOT at home, that is, indisposcd to see company,
why, then you can exercise your own discre-
ton." Saying this, without waiting for reply,
she trippcd lightly away. And was Emma
Sewell really Indifferent to the handsome, intel.
ligent and high.bred Mr.. Brandon, whom half
the bellies of the city had contrived to spoil =
We leave our readers to draw their own infer
encc from the actions of our heroine.