The Port Gibson herald, and correspondent. (Port Gibson, Claiborne Co., Miss.) 1848-18??, 1851-08-22

on sealing your misery, ny dear Lizzie, for
mark what say in marrying that Cotton,
you will be linking your destiny with one,
totally incapable of promoting or approaching
domestic happiness. His dissipated, extrava-
CANT habits will necessarily result in the ruin
OF himself and fortune, thereby involving your
false IDEAS of happiness What viii then be-
come of your chimeras %
You are forever moralizing and painting
the dark side of life, Ad. am sorry told
you anything about it; but am determined
to marry Mr. Cotton, and all the warning of
creation will not alter my determination
A sigh was all that escaped the lips of her
friend. Thus our heroine Ike many young
ladies Of our acquaintance, unheeded the per-
suasions of her friends, and mjudiciously act
ing upon her own weak and inexperienced
| Judgment in a short time l.nd after due pre-
| liminaries, was married to the man, who was
fated to be the instrument Of her happiness, or
misery The morning after the above con-
versation took place, the two cousins, after re-
| sisting the many urgent entreaties to remain,
| took their departure from the gay metropolis,
New Orleans, it being universally regretted
| by the transient occupants of the st. Charles;
for never had too fairer and more loveabie be-
! ings graced its drawing rooms. Wewill pre-
sent them to the minds of the reader as their
mirrors reflected them the night previous, as
adorned for the soiree The appearance of
Lizzie Lawrence was dazzling. Her dress,
| fresh from the hands of a Partisan modiste, was
Of the most ethereal and elegant fabric, Of the
| coleur de rose, and ornamented with the fa-
vorite camellias. Her couture battles descrip-
ton: graceful curls fell upon her snowy shoul-
! ders giving her an air of simplicity in spite
| of the elaborate and costly arrangement Of her
| toilet Here eyes were Of .sheaven's own
blue,n expressing the yivacity and natural in
| telligence of her mind Her features were
| all faultless and, as she stood arrayed for
this festival would have tempted an artists
pencil.
Adile Mason, with feelings little in unison
with the occasion, or the fashionable and ex-
pensive appearance of her toilet seemed to
| be .passively awaiting the summons of her
friend. Her mild, dark eyes, attradted and
enchained the attention Of all observers, and
one, of any degree of penetration, could detect
the deep meaning of their expression. Pos
sessed Of an imaginative mind, her time had
! been principally devoted to the requirement
ofuseful and valuable knowledge. Her figure
was tall and graceful, features delicate and
/ regular, and her small hand and foot would
| defy chisel to initiate We leave the rest
| to the imagination of the reader, fer we find
| the pen but poor channel through which to
communicate language descriptive of their
beauties or qualities.
Time passed. and with it the scenes we are
about to relate. Is nothing but sad expert
ence to teach the succeeding generations Of
young ladies the folly and wickedness of bar
tering their happiness for gold, and, comet
like, to blaze forth in the efulgence of fashion
and pleasure for season. to sink beneath
clouds of dark and impenetrable gloom for lifel
Mr.. and Mrs. Cotton passed their honeymoon
in Paris, and returned in the autumn to New
Orleans. The following letter, written upor
her arrival, will show, in degree, the vortex
in which she had been whirling:
MIR DE.zrn nD--zIIJer a nrost l~l;rhi FL
and brilliant campaign in Ia belle Paris, glad
ly announce my return to this city The
thoughts of the dazzling splendor by which
have been surrounded, and of the gay and be
witching Parisians, so unceasing In their de
votions, distract my brain; and when [ 81
down to draw you an outline of the gloriou
and continued scene of enchantment through
which I have passed, find my ideas in
maze, and my pen powerless. Suffice it t.
say, the time spent was gay in the extreme
and superlatively happy. Mat was all devo
ton to the Partisan bellies, and the beaux t
myself. We only saw each other seFera
times during the week. think he was get
ting a little jealous before we left. We fount
our abode in readiness for our reception. N
expense had been spared in its arrangement
and it unites all the elegance and beauty 0
artistic skill with the refined and exquisite
taste of the French Does not wealth brin!
happiness? and will younot now congratulate
me upon my prospects, Ada My house ha
been thronged with visitors, and | am nov
keeping many waiting for my appearances.
4 have no time that can call my own. ris
J at twelve, dine at seven, and either a route
: or ball, or dancing at home, keeps me up un
/ | til two or three in the morning. | could no
: exist without this excitement; therefore,
agrees with my tastes, and je Sais content
: Mat spends his evenings in the French par
, of the city, in a way Heaven only knows
: Can not hope for a visit from yourself, unel
I and aunt during the coming season? hav,
: many handsome Paris purchases for you-
: How does Ed Smiley progress2 Has he gain
| ed the second round of the ladder to fame
I or does he content himself with the beggarll
clerks life he was leading2 Write me speed
$ / ily, and tell me all your afaireS du cEur -
/ whether YOU and Frank B. have come t
: terms. Henry Mansfield is still here, sighine
/ Werter-like, over his disappointed hopes Tn
/. road to wealth is still open before you, AM
i you had better take my advice, and embrac'
f it. With love to your papa and mama,
1 am, very truly,
: Your attached cousin,
LIZZIE COTTON"