Hillsdale Whig standard. (Hillsdale, Mich.) 1846-1851, 1851-06-24
Love I'm a Cottage.


a half sigh, IAN old flame OF mine, propo
y sed, but she refused me-
a 'On what grOundP
Simply because had a comic rtable in
, come Her head is full of romantic notion
and she had dreams Of nothing but love iu
cottage. She contends that poverty is essen
iial 10 happiness, and money its bone
Have you given up all hopes of her!'
Entirely--in fact I'm engaged
'Ther you have no objection TO my ad
dressing this dear romantic angel
None whatever. But see my finance
excuse mel must walk through the mex
quadrille with her.
| Frank Belmopt was n stranger in Boston
a New Yorker-immensely rich and fashion
able, but his reputation had not preceded
him, and Charley Hastings was the only man
who knew him in New England. He pro-
cured an introduction 10 the beauty from
one Of the managers and soon danced and
talked himself into her good graces. In
fact il was a clear case Of love at FIRST sight
on both sides.
The enamored pair were sitting apart, en-
joying a most delightful tete-a-tete Sudden
ly Belmont heaved deep sigh.
'Why do you sigh, Mr.. Belmontl' asked
the fair Julia, somewhat pleased with this
proof Of seusibility is this not gay scener
'Alas! yes, replied Belmont, gloomily,
but fate does not permit me TO ningle habit
uaIly in scenes like this. They only make
my ordinary life doubly gloomy-and even
| here seem TO see the shadow of fiend wa
wing me away. What right have l to be
| herep
'What fend do you allude TOT asked Miss
| Heathcote with increased interest.
a fieud hardly presentnble in good socie-
ty,' replied Belmont, bitterly. One could
tolerate ephstopheles-a dignifed fend
OF money--but my tormentor, il personified,
would appear with seedy boots and shocking
had bat.'
'How absurd!
1T is too true, sighed Belmont, 'and the
name OF this fend is poverty.
Are you poor!'
Yes, madam. am poor, and when |
would fain render myself agreeable in the
eyes of beauty in the eyes Of one | could
love-,his fend whispers me, beware, you
have nothing to offer her but love in a cot
tagen
Mr.. Belmont said Julia, with sparkling
eyes, and voice OF unusual animation, al
though there are sordid souls in this world,
who only judge Of the merits of an indydu-
al by his pecunary possessions, am not one
of that number. L respect poverty; there is
something highly poetical about il, md
imagine that happiness is oitener found in
the humble cottage than beneath tho PolaUv
roof
Belmont appeared enchanted with this en-
couragng avowal. The mex. day, after eau
tioning his friend Charley to sag nothing OF
his actual circumstances, he called on the
widow Heathcote and her fair daughter in
the character of the 'poor gentleman. The
widow had very ditfereot notions from her
romantic offspring, and when Belmont can
didly confessed his poverty when requesting
permission to address Julia, he was very po-
litely requested to change the subject and
nevef mention it again.
The result of all this manguvering was |
an elopemeni, the belle of the ball jumping |
out Of chamber window on a shed, and |
coming down fight of steps to reach her
lover, for the sake Of being romantic, whca !
she might just as well have walked out o.
the front door,
The happy couple passed day in New
York city, and then Frank took his beloved |
10 his cottage
. An Irish hack conveyed them to a misera-
Bile shanty in the environs OF New York,
where they alighted, and Frank, escoriing |
parlor kitchen and drawing room, and was
neither prepared nor carpeted, introduced |
her TO his mother, much in the way CLAUDE
Melnoue presents Pauline. The old wo-
man, who was pealng potatoes, hastily wi
ped her hands and face with greasy apron, |
and saluted her 'darter,' as she called her, on |
both cheeks.
Can it be possible thought Julia, that |
this vulgar creature is my Belmont's mother
'FraDk! screamed the old woman, you'd |
better go right up stairs and take of them
clothes-for the boys been sent arIer them
morn fifty times. Frank borrid them clothes
ma am she added to Julia, by way OF ex-
PLANTATION, TO look smart when he went down |
east
The bridegroom retired on this hint and
soon returned in pair of faded nankeen pan
falcons, reaching TO about the calf OF the leg,
very shabby black coat, out at the elbows,
ragged black vest, and instead OF his varnish
ed black boots, a pair of immense cowhide |
brogans.
'Now said he, sitting quietly down by the |
cooking stove, q begin to feel at home. Ah!
this is delightful, isn't it dearest! and he
warbed:
Tho ever so humble thsre'sno place like home.'
Julia's heart swellcd so that she could not
utter word.
Dearest said Frank, 'Ithink you told me
you had no objection to smokingF
None in the least,' said the bride, Il rather
like the flavor of cigar
co. a cigarp replied Belmont, 'that would |
never do (or poor man.
Aud o, horroE he produced an old clay
pipe, and filing il from an old newspaper
parcel of tobacco, began to smoke with
keen relish.
Dinner! dinner he exclaimed at length;
'ah! thank you mother, I'm as hungry as
Gear. Goldfish aud potatoes, Julia--not very
tempting fare--but what OF that! our alIment
is loye'
'Yes-and by way Of treat added The old
woman, I've been and gone. and brought
whole pint Of Albany ale, and three cream
cakes from the candy shop next block.
Poor Julia pleaded indispositiou. aud co d
not eat mouthful. Before Belmont. howev-
or the goldfish and potatnes and the aIe and