Spirit of the age. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1849-1865, 1852-04-28
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THE COUNT AND THE COUSIN.
By MRS. EMMA c. EMBURY.


Who is that beautiful girl TO whom
you bowed so familarly ? said Charles
Winstan!ey to Horace Greenville, as
they proceeded down the steps of the
City Hotel.
That was Adelaide Walsingham, your
cousin and mine, Charles said Horace
really, you must have left your memory
among the beauties Of Paris, if you can
not recognize your nearest Of kin
You forget, Horace, that when last
saw Adelaide she was lively little hoy
den, scarce ten years old the lapse of
seven years makes a wondrous difference
in lady, whatever it may do with a
gentleman
Nay, If you begin TO discuss Times
changes, Charles, must confess you
cannot congratulate yourself upon having
escaped touch of his finger. Who, in
that bronzed complexion and hirsute Wis
age, could discover any traces of the
smoolh-cheeked boy whom last saw on
the deck of French packet-ship some
seven years ago. But tell me, why did you
not write that you were coming home. &"
because did not know my own mind,
Horace really was not quite certain
about it until had been a week at sea.
The odd pronunciation OF my German
valet having caused my name to be placed
on the list Of passengers as Mr.. Stanley,
II occurred to me that the mistake would
enable me 10 return incognito, and
thought / would humor the joke, if but
10 see how many Of my old friends would
recognize me. / arrived late last even
ing, and should now be perfect stranger
In my native city had not accidentally
met you this morning; and even you
Horace, did not at first know me-"
know you, Charles who the deuc'
could even see you behind that immense
growth Of brushwood upon your lip AM
cheek? Do you really mean 10 wea
those enormous whiskers and nous
taches 2"
Certainly not longer than suits m
present purposes, Horace. When wa
in Germany, / learned 10 wear nous
taches for the same reason that learne
10 smoke observation-disclosures every
body else did it. In Paris reduced ther
little, but did not entirely Danish then
because there also found them the fasi
ion. A lively little French lady, pa:
senger in our ship wagered pair of p
tis gloves that would not wear them
week in America; accepted the bet, an
for one week you will see me 'bearde
like the pard. "
"Nay, il you like them," said Horac
laughing, "you need not seek an excu'
for wearing them they are quite II
fashion, and ladies now estimate ma
not as they once did, by lis altitude, b
by the length Of his whiskers."
u have no desire to win ladies' fav
BY wearing an unshaved face, answer
Charles. But pray, Horace, tell Il
something more about our pretty cousin
She is as lovely in character, Charlie
as she is in person, but she has one gre
fault; like the most Of our fashlonat
bellies, she has a mania for everythf
foreign. Her manners, her dress,
servants, all come from abroad, and 5
has declared TO me repeatedly her res
luton never TO marry an American.
what is it that my fair country
men so much admire in their forel
lovers ? asked Charles.
'Oh, thev saw there arc polish a
elegance of manner belonging to
eigners which Americans never posse
Two Of Adelaide's intimate friends h;
recently married scions of some ante
luvian German family, and our low
cousin is ambitious of forming an equa
splendid alliance
If she were TO marry western farm
said Charles, with a smile, she wo
reign over a principality quite as laT
and perhaps more fourishing, than |
ally belongs to these emigrant mobiles
Adelaide is noble hearted girl
piled Horace, and wish she could
cured of her folly
If she is really a sensible girl, Hori
and that is her only fault, think
might be cured
Horace shook his head.
Come and dine with me, Horace
careful TO tell no one of my arrival
well discuss the matter
The windows of Mr.. Walsinght
house poured food of light through
crimson silk curtains upon the wet
dreary looking street. while the N