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CINCINNATI, @, FRIDAY DECEMBER 81, 1852.

81 am she, was the reply, in low, sweet
tones.
"You don't mean to say that you are the
new schoOlmistress, do yopi'' was the next
question Of the astonished farmer.
81 am the sirl answered with a bright
smile. "You are already thinking, perceive,
she continued, ''that am too Young for the
duties ] am about to undertake, but give me.o
fair trial before you condemn me-" and SC
saying, with light steps she followed the good
man to the farm house, where she was received
with much eordiality, but, itmust be confess
ed, greater astonishment by his tidy wife
The children had crowded together in cor
ners, but single glance the fair girl sent in
that direction, seemed to exert magic spell,
for they quickly emerged from their hiding
place, and coming timidly forward, each offer
ed little hand in welcome to her. Aud now
while seated at the hospitable board, Miss
Lee-pshaw, I'll call her that no longer,
sweet Lizzie discusses the merits Of the straw
berries, cream, &c, we Il take look at her and
see why the Merry farmer was SO taken
aback, as the sailors say, when she actually
made her appearance It must have been her
youth, in. the first place, for Lizzie was but
eighteen, and then her beauty must have had
something to do with it for she was most
beautiful.
A prOfusion Of glossy brown ringlets shade
a low brow; pair of eyes one cannot describe,
because their color varies with each changing
emOtion-when the owner is thoughtful, gray
when enthusiastic, black--when joyous,
.blue-gleam brightly beneath lids fringed
with lashes long and dark; aud dimple breaks
out in the round chin at every smile, aud that
same smile parts the red lips, showing the
pearls within, glittering like diamonds, in a
casket laid with crimson. The fairy hands
are SO white that you could count every blue
vein that takes its course through them; and
the simple muslin dress fits neatly to form
slight, but faultless. And this was not all
1t was not the mere beauty Of face and form
that distinguished Lizzie Lee. There was q
winning tenderness in her voice, strange
fascination in her bright smile, and o certain
expression in her dark eyes, that said as plain.
| ly as words could-''love me"
1t was early when Lizzie Lee retired thai
evening, but before she did retire she won ev.
cry heart in that simple but kind d-hearteC
family. The little ones were wishing for th'
morrow that they might go 10 school, and Hafi
| ry Wept outright at the remembrance of hav.
ing called her "ugly thing when she was
as little Jenny said, ''as pretty as the angels
| in her picture book" Farmer Merry, how.
ever, shook his head doubtfully, and feared
"the child would never be able to manage'tht
tllidBO sChoolJ lOE sOLuo VI bnD OOyo anu 81,
in it were big as herself" The wife, as all
good wives should, agreed with her husband
but still hoped the pretty creature would sue
ceed, ''not only for her own sake,' said she
''but also for the sake Of the widowed mother
and little sisters she spoke Of SO sweetly to-
night, and who must depend considerably on
her for support"
One look at Ihzzie Lee whilst the farmer
and his better half are cOnversing about her.
In neat little room, at the window Of which
the white muslin curtain is scarcely needed
so shaded is it with honey -suckles and wood.
bines beside tinny bed whose coverlet would
shame winters first snow, she kneels ant
prays for aid and strength to Him on high
The angels are listening to the petition, anC
when it is ended they will bear it gladly t.
Heaven, for it is the OutpOurngs Of free
young heart.