The Literary echo, and Pawcatuck advertiser. [volume] (Westerly, R.I.) 1851-1854, 1852-05-20

Whispers, giggics, ei"iiii"S
squeaking of shoes, &c.; and on thel
present occasion, the rowdy troop ex-
hibited an unusual amount of these pre-
monitory symptoms, as they came strag-
Cling in at the rear of the Elders fam
ily. But let us take a cursory view OF
the congregation. First, there is the
pompous Mr.. Ferdinand Eftwold, with
his stately wife, and between them is
seated the naughty beauty, ~ iss Victoria
Eftwold. See, with what mingled
look of curiosity, surprise and indolent
languor she turns her large lustrous
black eyes upon certain slip short
distance from her. There, now she
turns her head slightly away, and her
darkly fringed lids droop quite over
those beaming orbs, till the silky lashcs
almost rest upon the fair surface of her
rounded cheek which is suffered with a
crimson blush. All Miss Victoria
there must be some msU, some rare
magnet there that can thus attract thee,
for no plebian son of Gripeville has ever
yet had power thus to arrest thy listless
gaze and send the warm heart currents
in their roseate richness mantling to the
surface of thy queenly face.
Yes there is rare magnet there was
there ever a meO and single village
schoolmaster that was not: no less a
parsonage than Mr.. Lionel Gay, the
new village schoolmaster. He has but
just arrived in the place, this is his first
public appearance therein, and evidently
Miss Victoria knows him not. Doubt
less she thinks he must be Esquire
Gripc's son who has just come home for
a few weeks from college, and it is no
wonder that she considers him worth
conqucring, for, see, he is indeed fine
looking specimen of humanity ; his high
expanding forhead shaded with glossy
chestnut curls, his eyes as large, black
and radiant as Miss Vic's on which he
is now intently gazing, his fine chiselled
nose and faultless mouth, all bear upon
them the striking lineaments Of manly
beauty. But yet there is something
in the expression of his face-dignity it
may be, but it seems to me more like a
toil-hating, aristocracy-loving nature
that in my opinion somewhat detracts
from the beauty of his face, but doubt
less enhances it in Miss Vic's eyes. 1t
is hardly perceptible except when occa-
sional incidents call it forth but me-
thought saw shade of it resting on
his features when Mr.. Job Eftwold and
his old fashioned wife, covered with the
dust, and fatigued with the cxertion of
a two miles walk to meeting, came
slowly in and sat meekly down in the.
pew before him /; and again, l thought /
saw the same spirit show itself in the
look of admiration with which he beheld
Miss Victoria when, after alighting from
her fathers carriage, as she passed up
he aisle to her seat, she held up her
proud head and curled her ruby lip in
scorn at the sight of the two plainly
dressed factory girls that entered with
her, while she drew the folds of her
velvet mantilla closer around her as she
passed them, as If she thought that one
touch of the vulgar canaile BY which
she deemed herself surrounded, would
contaminate her,
Do you see that tall dark complexion
ed, sober, yet noble-looking youth that
sits in that seat yonder by the window :
He is looking with intense and rivettcd
gaze at the fair intellectual face of Mary
Goodwell, who, all unconscious of his
earnest observation, is perusing small
pocket bible that she holds in her little
ungloved hand, while close beside her
are her blunt honest father and matron
mother. That young man who is thus
viewing with increasing admiration-if
we may judge so by his kindling eyes
the unassuming Mary is no less per-