Eastern times. [volume] (Bath, Me.) 1846-1857, 1851-03-27

the Baron's feet. Mrs. Bentley was what some
call fine looking woman, being rather on a
large scale, with fierce black eyes, a somewhat
acquiline nose. set of very white teeth (from
the last new dentist) very red cheeks, and a
profusion of dark ringlets. Her dress, and that
of her daughters were always of the most cost
y description; their whole costume being made
and arranged in an ultra fashionable manner
! Around the Bentley party was circle of lis
teners, and admirers, and enviers, and behind
that circle was another and another. Into the
outworks of the last Aunt Quimby pushed her
way, leading or rather pulling the helpless Mr..
Smith along with her.
The Baron Won klingenberg Ito do him JUS
tice) spoke our language with great facility
his foreign accent being so slight that many
thought they could not perceive it at ALL
Looking over the heads of the ladies immedi-
ately around him, he leveled his opera-glass at
all who were within his view; occasionally in
quiring about them of Mrs. Blake Bentley, who
also could not see without her glass. She told
him the names of those whom she considered
the most fashionable: adding, confdentialy, a
disparaging remark upon each. OF large
proportion of the company, she affected, how
ever, to know nothing, replying to the Baron
questions with 'Ohl | really cannot tell you.
| They are people whom one does not know
very respectable no doubt but not the persons
one meets in society. You must be aware that
on these occasions the company is always more
or less mixed, for which reason generally
bring my own party along with me-
This assemblage, said the Baron, some
what reminds me of the annual fetes give to
my serfs in the parks that surrounds my castle,
at the cataract of the Rhine
Miss Turretville had just come up, leaning
on the arm of Myrtilla Cheston. Let US try
to get nearer the Baron said she, he is talk
ing about castles. Oh l am so glad that |
have been introduced to him ! met him the
other evening at Mrs. De Mingle's select par
ty, and he took my fan out of my hand and
famed himself with it. There is certainly an
elegant ease about European gentlemen that our
Americans can never acquire
Where is the ease and elegance of Mr.
Smith = thought Myrtilla, as she looked over
at that forlorn individual shrinking behind
Aunt Qnimby.
'As was saying pursued the Baron, loll-
ing back in his chair and applying TO his nose
Mrs. Bentley's magnificent essence bottle,
when give these .fetes to my serfs reg ale
them with Westphalia hams from my own hun
ting grounds, and with hook from my own vine
yards
Dear me! ham and hock' CALCULATED Mrs
Quimby.
Baron, said Mrs. Turretville, = suppose
you have visited the Hartz mountains Z
Ny castle stands on one of them
Charming Then you have seen the Broc-
ken =
1t is directly in front of my ramparts.'
How delightful do you never imagine that
on 4 stormy night you hear the witches riding
through the air, to hold their revels on the
Brocken Are there still brigands in the Black
Forestl'
Troops of them-the Black Forest is Just
back of my own woods. The robbers were
once so audacious as to attack my castle, and
we had bloody fight. But We at length sue
ceeded in taking all that was alive
What pity was their captain anything
like Charles De Moor =
Just such man.
Baron observed Myrtila little mischiev-
| ously, the situation of your castle must be
unique. In the midst of the Hartz mountains al
the falls of the Rhine, with the Brocken in
| 'front.' and the Black Forest behind
You doat on the place don't you = ask
ed Miss Turretville = did you live there al
waysl'
No, only in the hunting season. l am
equally at home in all the capitals of the CONT
nent. l might perhaps, be chiefly at my native
place Vienna, only my friend the emperor is
never happy but when am with him and his
devotion TO me is rather overwhelming. The
truth is, one gets surfeited with courts and
kings and princes: so thought it would be
quite refreshing to take a trip to America, hav-
ing great curiosity to see what sort of place
it was. l recollect at the last court balls the
emperor was teazing me to waltz with his
cousin the Archduchess of Hesse Hoblingen
who he feared would be offended if | neglected
her. But her serene highness dances as if she
had cannon ball chained to each foot, and SC
| got off by fatty telling my friend the emper-
or that if women choose to 60 to balls in velvet
and ermine and with coronets on their heads,
they might get princes or some other people to
dance with Them; as for my part, it was rather
excruciaiing to whirl about with persons in
heavy royal robes
is it possible exclaimed Miss Turretville,
did YOU venture to talk so TO an emperori OF
course before next day you was loaded with
chains and immured in dungeon from which
| suppose you escaped by subterranean pas
sage
Not at all, my old crony the emperor knows
his man, so he only laughed and slapped me on
the shoulder, and took his arm and we saun-
tered off together to the other end of the grand
saloon. think was in my huzzar uniform,
recollect that evening broke my quizzing
glass, and had to borrow the princess of SAKE
Blinkenberg's'
Was it very elegant-set round with dia-