The mountain sentinel. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1844-1853, 1850-04-11
VOL. 6.-NO. 81

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BILE can forget .s----
BLESS me! what memory YOU havei
But You must take another opportunity
| for your tale! for
ALAS! leave England immediateiyr
"A pleasant voyage to Jon! there. not
word more; | must run down TO coffee"
Now may never laugh more said.
'ifI am to be baff1ed thus;' SO stroiied
| back to the front of the house and pro-
ceeded to reconnoitre. A bay-window
was half open, and in small neat draw
iEg room | perceived group assembled;
AN old lady, with high muslin cap
and red ribbons, was pouring out the cof-
fee-her nephew. a tall awkard young
gentleman, sitting on one chair and rest
ing his legs on another, was occupied in
the study of Sir Charles Grandison:-aad
my fair Margaret was leaning sofa.
and laughing immoderately. Indeed.
Miss said the mstron, you should learn
to govern your mirih; people will think
you came out of Bedlem.'
lifted the window gently, and slept
into the room. sBediam, madarnI' quoih
l, Il bring intelligence from Bedlam; ar
rived last week @
The tall awkard young gentleman
stared; and the aunt half said, half skriek
ed-'What in the name of wonder are
you?'
Mad, madam very particularly mad
! mad as hare in March, or Cheapside
blood on Sunday morning. Look at me!
DO not foam! listen 10 mel do | not rave'
Coffee, my dear madam, coffee; there
is no animal so thirsty as your madman
in the dog days
'Eh! really! said the tall awkward
young gentleman.
MY good SIR began;-but my origi-
nal insanity began TO fail me, and drew
| forthwith upon ssian's-'Fiyt receive
the wind and fly; the blasts are in the hol-
low of my hand, the course of the storm
is mine!'
.Eh! really!' said the tall awkward
young gentleman.
Il look on the nations and they vanish.
my nostrils pour the blast of death:
come abroad on the winds; the iempes; is
before my face; but my dwelling is calm.
above the clouds; the fields of my rest arc
pleasant
DO you mean TO insul, us?' said the old
lady.
SAY, do you mean to insult my aunt
reallyr said the tall awkward young gen
| tleman.
4 shall call in my servants said the
old lady.
Il am the3 humblest of .then,' said l.
bowling.
Il shall teach You different tune said
the tall awkward young gentleman, reallyr
! Very well, my dear sir; my instrument
is the barrel organ; and | cooked my
sweet little pocket companion in his face.
s'Vanish, little Kasiril; for by Hannibal,
Heliogabalus. and Holaphernes, time is
valuable; madness is preciPitate. and hair
triggers is the word: vanish!'
| sEhi reallyI' said the the tall awkward
young gentleman, and@performed an en-
trechat which carried him to the door; the
old lady had disappeared at he first note
of the barrel organ. | locked the door
and found Margaret IN a paroxysm Of
laughter. i wish You had shot him. she
said, when she recovered, Il wish you
had shot him: he is sad fool
DO not talk of him; am speaking TO
you, beautiful Margaret, possibly for The
/ las, time! Will you ever think of me,
perhaps you will. But let me receive
from you some token that l may doie
upon in other years; something that may
Oc d nope 10 iie III vi HdPpiheSSs aHN
consolation in calamity. Something
nay! | never could talk romance; but
give me one lock OF your hair, and [ will
will leave England with resignation
You have earned it like a true night
said Margaret; and she severed from her
head long glossy rlnglet. Look she
continued. you must 10 horse; the country
has risen for Your apprehension turn
ed towards the window. The country
had indeed risen. Nothing was to be
seen but gossoons IN the van, and gossiPs
in the rear, red faces and white jackets,
galiants in smock irocks, and gay damseis
in grogram. Blud; cons were waving. and
torches were flashing, as far as the gaze
could reach. Althe chiyalry OF the place
was arming and chaing, and loading
for volley of pebbles and oaths together.
| kneeled down and kissed her hand.
Ii was the happiest moment of my life!
Now said /, .au revoir, my sweet Mar
garrett and in moment was in the lane.
This was my first folly. | looked al
; the lock of hair often, but | never saw
Margaret again. She has become the
t wife of young clergyman, and resides
with him on small living in Stafford
E shire. / believe she is very happy, and l
] have forgotten the color of her eyes