Wisconsin tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1847-1854, 1852-05-06

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eted personal loveliness in a wife; her tenn
per, mind and manners are the great sources
Of attraction to me-
Temper, mind and manners are all very
well in their way responded his cousin; but
could never be happy if did not marry a
beauty
May you find all the happiness YOU antic.
lpate in such an union,' said Cobett, .and may
you constitute the happiness of her who de-
serves to be loved for qualifications very su-
perior to the charms OF the countenance -
And here the cousins separated.
Another railway accident in the papers.
said old Mr.. Bridgemore, as he mumbled over
the newspaper. Conclusion at the Vauxhall
teEminus-no lives lost, but several of the
passengers materially hurt. The beautiful
Mrs. Temple has received dreadful injury :
the sharp corner of dressing case having
literally crushed one of her eyes. She is now,
lying dangerously i'll at home in Wimpole
street. attended by physician and surgeon.
why, Celestlna, my love, (said Mr.. Bridge
more to his daughter,) that is the beautiful
young widow that Meadows raves about
Upon my word | am sincerely sorry for him,
Suppose she loses her eve =
Then she will lose her love;' said Celes-
tlna-a prim, plain, spinister, with dull green
lsh grey eyes; Il think the disappointment
viii be proper punishment for him. I used
to like Meadows very we'll, but really have
been perfectly worn out by his insane raptures
about Mrs. Temples dazzling eyes; actually,
he seemed to fancy her a twin sister of the
Princess Brilliant, in the fairy tale.'
She is fine creature said young Bridge
more, and dare say she will look very well;
even with the loss of one Of her eyes,
There quite disagree with you,' said his
sister; 'all her charms depend upon her hav-
ing her countenance well lighted up; these
accidents make one have quite horror of rail-
ways; such thing might have happened to
oneself
And Miss Bridgemore looked compIacently
in the glass, feeling that her greenish eyes
were an unquessionable pair, and left the room
10 put on her walking attire, and call on half
dozen neighbors to claim their sympathy
for the shock her feelings had received from
the disastrous announcement Of thatmorning's
paper.
The beautiful Mrs. Temple lay in a violent
fever the physician & surgeon looked grave ;
Meadows was on the brink of lunacy Cor
bett sad in his looks, and constant in his in
qulrles; Miss Hindley was a tender, kind
and careful nurse. At length the patient was
pronounced out Of danger.
But will the sight Of her eye be restored =
said Meadows, passionately, to Miss Hind
ley, as she walked down the drawing-room
to communicate the cheerful intelligence to
him.
Miss Hindley shook her head.
Let us be thankful that her life is presery-
ed said she, 'and we well might not think
about her eye
Not think about her eye exclaimed
Meadows; is life worth having on such
terms =
Miss Hindley regarded him with some
thing like contempt.
Are talent, money and health of no value
to the possessor. or to others = she asked,
Nothing can compensate woman for the
loss of beauty he replied.
Miss Hlndley was on the point of favoring
Meadows with some very candid structures,
when the door opened, aud Corbett, who had
heard the good news from the servants, rush
ed into the room in such paroxysm of 10Y,
that Meadows was glad to seize the opportu-
nifty to make his escape, to the satisfaction of
Miss Hindley, who began to recollect that
1T was never good policy to affront anybody !;
and that, after all, Mr.. Meadows had only
proved himself TO be as silly and selfish as
she had always believed him to be-
A few weeks elapsed. Mrs. Temple was
convalescent, and sat in her drawing-room to
receive visitors. She was elegantly dressed;
her complexion, although paler, was lust as
clear as usual her hair flowed in ringlets
just as graceful, and the railway concussion
had not robbed her of one of her teeth but a
broad band of black velvet was tied over her
right eye, and nobody, who did not behold it,
could have any idea of the alteration wrought
sin her appearance.
In fact she would never have been called
a nz1 hoe So -
the eyes that Illuminated her features and
now, the solitary eye dancing, sparkling and
flashing by itself, looked almost preternatural,
like the eye Of the heroine in German story
Of wltchcratt Its exceeding beauty drew
constant attention to its want Of companion.
Had II been an ordinary eye, lis loneliness
would not have been half so conspicuous
Adela was in good spirits, and express sed
herself most graceful for her restoration to
health. All her friends came to see her, some
for sympathy, some for curiosity, some from
triumph. Corbett no longer thought her a
beauty, but he continued to think her the
most delightful person he had ever met with
Meadows, on the contrary, could not conceal
the shock that he felt at her Disagreement.
and he told the Bridgemores, the next day,
he did not think that he should ever have
the resolution to call on Mrs. Temple again
Dear me- said Celestina, with affected
amH ity, Il dosnot see why you need give
up alT thoughts of her; try and persuade her
80 glass eye; il wonId look vast deal
fer than velvet band
A glass eyer repeated Meadows, with in
effable contempt, gazing full into Celestina's
greenlsh grey eyes as he spoke, that expedi-
ent might answer very well, Miss Bridge
more, if the other eye resembled glass in its
want Of animation and expression; but can a
glass eye sparkle Would it not mock the
brlliancy Of the other =
For my part said old Bridgemore, 4 think
It does very well as it is; the remaining eve
looks all the brighter for the neighborhood Of
the velvet. Is not that the way jewellers set
of their diamonds z
And there would be some advantage said
young Bridgemo-e, laughing, in having a
one-eyed wife; she would only BE able to see
half ones goings on
The 'goings on of Meadows, to do him
justice. were not like those of his friend
Bridgemore, Of description to shun the light,
and he only replied to this consolatory sug-
gestion by an indignant 'PshawH
Then, have you quite given up every idea
Of marrying Mrs. Temple, said Corbett, who