The Camden journal. [volume] (Camden, S.C.) 1836-1851, 1850-04-26

endured immense cnnui, that she thinks Lady
Olivia prodigiously fade, that her cousin Sophy
is quite brHtanie tonight, and that MIR. Peters
plays the violin mcrreile.
"I am bored, my dear Villars-positively
bored the light is bad and the music abomina-
bic there is no spring in the boards and less
in the conversation; it is lovely moonlight
night, and there is nothing worth looking at in
room"
shook hands with my friend, bowed to three
or four people, and was moving off: As pass
ed to the door, met two ladies in conversation;
"Don't you dance any more, Margaret?" said
one. 90 no." replied the other, 81 am bored,
my dear Louisa-positively bored the light is
bad and the music abominable; there is no
spring in the boards and less in the converse
ton; it is lovely moonlight night, and there
is nothing worth looking at in the room."
Tnever was distanccd in a jest. | put on the
look of a ten years acquaintance, and COM
menced parley. "Surely you are not going
away yet; you have not danced with me, Mar
The lady behaved with wonderful intrepidity.
'She would allowme the honor, but was very
late really, had not deserved it," And so
we stood up together.
care 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 e
"No! it is out Of my way! lnever do those
things it would embarrass me beyond mea-
sure. Pray, let us accomplish an introduction;
~ olf ncpo1 brff fIofp p,oftnrc
little. Fyvyan Joyeuse-rather impertinent,
and very fortunate-at your service"
"Margaret Orleans-very handsome, and ra-
ther foolish-at your service"
Margaret danced like an angel Iknew she
would. ] could not conceive by what blind
ness had passed four hours without being
struck. We talked of all things that are, and
few beside. She was something of bota-
mist, so we began with flowers; depression
upon China roses carried us to Chiua-the
mandarins with little brains, and the ladies with
little feet-tlle emperor-the Orphan of China
-Voltaire-Zayre crticism-Dr. Johnson
the great bear-the system of. Copernicus -
-ribbous-g garters-the order of the Bath
sea bathing-Dawlish h-Sidmouth-Lord Sid
mouth -Rome-ltaly. y..-Alieri-Me-
tastatio-fountains- ins-groves-gardens- -andso,
as the dancing concluded, we contrivcd to end
as we began, with Margaret Orleans and bota-
ny.
Margaret talked well on all subjects, and wit
tily on many. | had expected to find nothing
but romping girl, somewhat amusing, and very
vain. But was out of my latitude in the first
five minutes, and out of my senses in the next
She left the room very early, and | drove home,
more astonished than had been for many years
Several weeks passed away, and was about
to leave England, to join my sisters on the
Continent determined to look once more on
that enslaving smile, whose recollection had
haunted me more than once. | had asccrtancd
that Sh. resided with an old lady who took two
pupils, and taught French and Italian, and mu-
sic and manners, at an establishment called Vine
House. Two days before left the country.
had been till late hour shooting at mark
with a duelling pistol entertainment, of
which, perhaps from lurking prescntnent, |
was very fond | was returning alone when
perceived, by the light of an enormous lamp a
board by the way-sidc, bearing the welcome i'll
scription, "Nine House." "Enough, OK
claimed, 'enough One more scene before the
curtain ndTops--Romeoa andJuliet by lamp-Hght1'
| roamed about the dwelling place Of all held
dear, till saw figure at one of the windows
in the back of the house, which it was quite im-
possible to doubt. leaned against tree, in
a sentimental position, and began to chant my
own rhymes thus:
Pretty coquette, the ceaseless play
OF thine unstuded wit,
And thy dark eyes remembered ray,
By buoyant fancy lit,
And thy young iorehcad's clear cXpanse,
Where the locks slept, as through the dance,
Drcaln-like, saw thee fit,
Are far too warm, and far too fair,
TO mix with aught ofcartLly care;
Bot the vision shall come when my day is done,
A fra, and fair, and feeting one!
And if the H. any boldly gaze
On that brlgni.. brow ofthine,
And if thine eyes undi.ng rays,
On countless coXcombs s...'he,
And thy wit filings out its mrth,
Which echoes more Of air than earh
For other ears than mine
heed not this ye are tickle things,
And | like your very wanderings.
gaze and ifthousands share the bliss,
Pretty capricious: heed not this.
In sooth, am wayward youth,
As tickle as the sea,
And very apt to speak the truth,
Al L.,