The mountain sentinel. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1844-1853, 1850-04-11

the boards, and less in the conversation;
it is lovely moonlight night. and there is
nothing worth looking at in the ROOM"
never was dlstanced in Jest. | put
on the look of a ten years acquaintance.
and commenced parley. Surely you are
not going away yet; you have not danced
with me, Margaret; il is impossible you
can be SO cruel!' The lady behaved with
wonderful inirepedity. She would allow
me the honor-but was very late;-really,
[ had not deserved it;'-and so we stood
up together.
Are you not very impertinent?'
Very; but you are very handsome
Nay; you are not TO be angry; it was
fair challenge, and fairly received
'And you will not even ask my pardon?
NO! 1t is out of my way! | never do
those things: it would embarrass me be-
yond measure. Pray, let US accomplish
an introduction; no, altogether an usual
one; but that matters little. Fyvyan Joy-
euse-rather imperlinent, and very fortu-
nate-at your service
Margaret Orleans very handsome,
and rather foolish-at your service
Margaret danced like an angel. knew
she would. could not conceive by what
blindness I had passed four hours without
being struck. We talked of all things
that are, and a few beside. She was
something of a botanist, so we began with
flowers: DEPRESSION upon China roses
carried us 10 Chna-ihe mandarins with
little brains, and the ladies with little feet
the emperor-the Orphan of China
Observation-Disclosures Johnson
the great bear the system of Coperni-
cus-stars-ribbons-garters-,he order
of the Bath-sea-bathing- -Dawlish-Sid-
mouth-I.ord h-Cicero-Rome
Italy = -Alfieri-Metastasi - fountains -
groyes-gardens-and so, as the dancing
concluded, we contrived to end as we be-
gan, with Margaret Orleans and botany
Margaret talked we'll ON all subjects,
and wittily on many. [ had expected 10
find nothing but romping girl. somewhat
amusing, and very vain. But was out
of my latitude in the first fire minutes,
ana out of my senses in the next. She
left the room very early, and / drove
home, more astonished than l had been
for many years.
Several weeks passed away. and / was
about TO leave England, to join my sisters
on the Continent. | determined 10 look
once more on that enslaving smile, whose
recollection had huanted me more than
once. | had ascertained that she resided
with an old lady who took two pupils,
and taught French and Italian, and music
and manners, al an establishment called
Vine House. Two days before | left the
country, had been, till late hour, shoot
ing at mark with duelling pistol-an
entertainment, of which, perhaps from a
lurking preseniiment, ] was very fond. |
was returning alone when perceived, by
the light of an enormous lamp, board by
the wayside bearing the welcome inscrip-
ton, VINE House.
Enough | exclaimed, enough! one
more scene before the curtain drops
Romeo and Juliet by lamplight!'- roam.
ed about the dwelling place OF all | held
dear, till | saw figure at one of the win
dows, in the back of the house, which It
was quite impossible to doubt. I leaned
against tree in 4 sentimental position
and began TO chant my own rhymes thus:
Pretty coqrstte. the ceaseIcss play
Of shine unstuded wit.
And Thy dark eyes remembered ray
BY bnoyant fancy lit,
And thy young forehead's clear expausc,
Where tho locks slept. as through the dance
DIeamlke saw thee fit,
Are far too warm. and far too fair.
To max with aught of earthly care,
But the vision shall come when my day is
done,
a ffail and fair! and fieeting one.
And if the many boldly gaze
-la On that bright brow of thine.
And if thine eyes undying rays,
On countless coxcombs shine,
And if thy vii iiings oul its mirih,
Which echoes more of ar than earth,
For other ears than mine.
heed not this, ye are fcke things.
And like your very wanderi ngs;
| gsZe, and if thousands share the bliss.
Pretty caprIcous. heed not this.
| In sooth am wayward youth.
AS tickle the sea,
! And very apt to speak the truth,
Unpleasing though it be;
am no lover, yet, long
AS have heart for jest or song.
An image, sweet, of thee.
| Locked in my hearts remntcst treasures.
Shall over be one Of its boarded pleasures,
This from the scoffar thou hast won.
| And more than this lie gives To none.
Are they your own verses!' said m,
idol at the window.
They are yours. Margaret! was onl,
the versifer; YOU were the muse herself.
.The muse herself is obliged 10 you
! And now what is your GRAND! Tor
grows late, and you must be senslole-nt