Cooper's Clarksburg register. [volume] (Clarksburg, Va. [W. Va.]) 1851-1861, 1851-12-10
From the World of Fashion.
MERCY O'MORE; Or Loves Rogue.

MERCY O'mORE; Or Loves Rogue
ries.
A bewitching creature was Mercy o.
More. From the Giants Causeway to
Cape Clear-from Connemara to the hill
of Howth-you would not meet with such
another dear, delightful, captivating dar-
ling. All the boys of high estate or low
estate, rich and poor, acknowledged the
destinations of Miss Mercy, and no one
was ever known to be thrown into any
other than an exatic state, when Miss
Mercy favored him with smile of that
dear, delightful, dimpled face of hers -
Oh, it was quite enchanting to have such
a smile beamed upon one. Talk of the
sun There was never ray from that
glorious luminary that fell so warmly upon
the heart of created man, as smile from
the sweet face of Mercy O'More, There
was a nan declared that upon his heart
Miss Mercy made no impression, and peo-
pie said, in consequence, that he had no
heart at all but he had anu pretty good
one too, as the sequel will show. lthap-
pened too, that this very identical young
gentleman with hard covering, was the
only one who Mercy herself had fallen in
love with.
well, Florence darling, said Sir Mau-
rice O'More, one day to Mercy's sister
and so you believe that our beauty is
fast caught in love, too, with that unlov-
ing Englisher, Harry Perceival.'
1 do, indeed, was the reply.
And what makes you think so 2?
l can interpret down-cast eyes, and
gentle sighs, l warrant. Sister = said
to-day, sweet sister, what think you of
the gay young bachelor, our visitor p
Z A goodly man enough she said, and
then heigho heigho p she sighed
Do YOU mark that. THAT goodly man,
said will make some pretty maiden's
heart ache L doubt not he WILL she
straight replied; and then she turned the
leaves of many books, but nothing plea
scd her there ; she tried her pencil too,
but after making many crooked lines, she
blamed the unSkillful maker of the cray
on, and snapt it in pet her gay guitar
she said was out of tune and then her
harp. Alas she swept her fingers over
the strings, but the only music she made
was the echo other sigh
And from this said Sir Maurice,
fyou infer that she loves. Well, time will
show
1t is possible that Harry Percival may
have felt the soft passion creeping upon
him, and not wishing to become Bene-
dict, he resolved upon flying from the
dangerous neighborhood of Mercy o.
More. Certain it is, that he called to him
his man Barney, a jintlemen who officiated
in various capacities, valet included, and
ordered him to pack up all his traps.
For said he Barney, we leave this
place tomorrow morning.
Sure you won'a' said Barney.
Sure will,' responded Harry Perci-
val.
They want to persuade me that I'm
in love with Mercy O'More.'
And could you do worse than be in
love with her?' said Barney.
Gould 1 . said his master, but don't
happen to be in the mind just at present,
to do anything so desperate. I'm not to
be caught with her beautiful bit of blar-
ney
Don't you be talking of the blarney.
master, replied the faithful domestic
'Mayhap you havn't been rubbed with
the blarney stone yourself. By my con.
science have heard you whispering such
things in the ears of the English girls.
that St Patrick himself couldn't beat with
the blarnoy stone at the back of him.
Hush, Barney! No tale telling out oi
school,
Say fe to yourself, master. Isn't il
yourself that's ibeling the red cheeks and
bright eyes blessings on 'em) of Miss
Mercy All, Master, whenever catch
twinkle of those eyes, feel great coat
warmer all the day after. Och such
eyes, such diamonds
Irish diamonds-eh 2 said his mas
ter.
No, sir; the genuine! Then such
cheeks, red and white laid on by the
hands of Lady Nature herself, round
about like the cherry y-6imS' heads at church
Then her lips. Och that's murthera
ton
You are romantic, Barney said his
master.
You may say that, was the reply, In
Just the boy for that same
well, well,' calculated Percival, sup
pressing smile, by this time to morrow
barney, you and will be on the higl
road -
TO matrimony, sir p "a
No sirrah, to England
you'd better be merciful, and leat
Mercy to the. alter
And tie myself up in halter after
ward. No, no, I'm not bound for tn
lgalfofmatfimony YETI rsi'-