Lewisburg chronicle. [volume] (Lewisburg, Pa.) 1850-1859, 1851-08-13


own pocket, and let me be ever so desirous
of finishing it, and coax ever so hard for Its
immediate return, it would be week or
more before l would see it again.
generally spent part of every sum-
mer at the residence of Amy's father, but
at one time two years passed in succession
without my seeing her. l had arrived at
what then considered the very mature
age of fifteen Amy was year older, a
circumstance with which at that time L
was very much disposed to quarrel. She
was beautiful-very beautiful-her fea-
lures were perfectly regular, and her dark
hair and eyes served to show to advantage
the dazzling whiteness of her complexion.
Some might have thought her coIay beau
tiful, for her checks were transparent and
colorless as her brow; but this was not
my opinion, for her disposition and appear
ance so correctly harmonized, that l could
never find the slightest fault. She was
always calm and placid, never very much
depressed or highly elated. She may
have had wrong thoughts, but, as she never
acted from impulse, it seemed almost an
impossibility for her to do a wrong action.
loved her very much, yet still l could
not help an occasional feeling Of restraint
in her presence, for she was so good that
1 was constantly and silently reproved-
the latter, by the way, being the very
worst kind of reproof-for displaying
some wrong feeling of which she was never
guilty. Sometimes | thought she was too
good, but this was most probably owing to
the difficulty l found in endeayoring to
equal her in amiability. However, there
was one qualification in which l excelled
my friend-it was that of volubility, and
now after so long an absence, l was so glad
to see her, and had 50 many things stored up
in my memory to tell her about, that at
first l thought l should never tire of it.
Still, one can not talk on for ever, with
out stopping, let them be ever so fond OF
the amusement, particularly if the listener
does not afford an occasional relief, by
throwing in few words; and by the time
tea was over l felt rather disposed to
change places with Amy, and listen to her
quiet words. Accordingly l questioned
her upon every subject connected with the
INSTRUMENTATION the huge paper mul.
berry at the end Of the lane, to the rabbit
hole down in the hollow, at the farther
end of the woods. Naught was forgotten
but George Pearson-strange . wasn't it.
that l should not ask for him ?-but he
was not forgotten. Did you ever, when
absent from your friends, find yourself,
/, like the skilful portrait painter, drawing
out with vivid distinctness, all their best
features, until their faults were so COM
pletely thrown upon the back ground as
to be almost invisible? If so, you will
understand exactly how it was that during
the greater part of those two years George
Pearson had stood out in my imagination
as all that was perfectly lovely and excel
lent. 1 have been charged with dealing
only in superlatives-perhaps this is not
strictly true in all cases, but it most GER
tairly was with respect to George. He
was most in every thing that was good,
and least in all that was bad l had for
gotten the wicked treatment of my dolls
and books, and remembered only how kind
and obedient he was to his mother, and
for how many of our pleasures We were
indebted to him. oh, what a number of
ornamental articles of dress did my trunk
contain, over which l had silently ex-
pressed the wonder, whether Georgewould
think it becoming to me and oh, how
many pieces of new music that thought
he might like, and accordingly, had prac-
tised patiently for hours at time, per-
formance which l found it exceedingly
difficult to accomplish, had found their
way accidentally among my baggage. Now
you, at least, my lady readers, will know
perfectly well why could not trust my
tongue to ask for him, although 1 would
have given anything if Amy had only
spoken of him of her own accord. She
did not mention his name, and for long
time hoped that he would make his ap.
pearancc-but he did not. l sat at the
front window gazing intcntly up the lane,
until the nearest objects became indistinct
from the growing darkness. 1t was evil
IDENTIFY getting very late In my mind, l
exclaimed hundred times, with extreme
earnestness, like the lady in the song,
"Why don't he come ?" yet he did not
come The great clock in the hall struck
ten, and Notwithstanding my anxiety, L
grew sleepy. Aswe were preparing to re.
tire, with voice low and tremulous, l
ventured to ask Amy if George Pearson
visited her as much as ever. l felt very
- Lox,;n,, ,llowad tho charmed