Spirit of the age. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1849-1865, 1852-03-10

CHAPTER III.
He had eeas'd
mad cease
To live within himself; she was his life,
The ocean. to the river of his thoughts,
Which terminated all.-BYRoS.


Doctor Dullany was a young graduate, who
had Just opened an Office in the village of Ell
a few months previous to the time when he is
introduced to the reader. He had come from
a city Town South, bearing a diploma from one
of the Medical Colleges OF Philadelphia, and
after travelling considerable, as he reported, had
at last resolved to try his fortune in the quiet
village of E, and among the inhabi!ant, OF
of Silver Greek. His advent among the inhab-
itants of the aforementioned place, created
quite a sensation, especially in the circl. of
the young ladies. 1t was reported that the
Doctor was the son of a wealthy planter in one
of the Southern States this was one cause of
the interest taken in the new conner; besides,
he was very well educated, Of sterling talents,
and withal very handsome. lie was o fmedium
stature, intelligent eye, high -, but stop, |
had thought to de ,cribe nim, but recoll Getting
an assertion just made. that he was very hand
some" it is perhaps prudent in the Author to
withholI the delineation, lest his judgement
respecting beauty be called in question, and
c II down upon him the derision of better
judges. Then let it suffice to say he was very
handsome, md in this We but ~reiterate the
avowed sentiment of a score of young ladies' of
the village, and half as many more far-seeing
DANES.
The Doctor occupied a neat little office on
Hogart Street, nicely shaded in front by a
couple of elms. 1t was a coy little office, ard
many a young lady as she assed the door ven
tured to peep in. and went away wondering
how it was possible for a Bachelors retreat to
present such a tasteful and feminine appear
ancQA He certainly was a young man. (Bach-
elor. if you please of more taste than the gen
erality of the fraternity are guilty of; he sought
a neat basement office for his reverieS, whereas,
the majority of the class be represented, are
found in dusty attics and pent up garrets. HIS
carpet was OF a rich iuStre, and his furniture,
which consisted in a stand, a sofa, a table, a
cushioned arm chair with long rockers, a book
case, a ~footstool and a wardrobe, were all well
arranged. His library was large for so young
a man, and we'll chosen; not only abstruse
Medical Octavos filled bis shelves, but the gilt
bindings of the Poets presented a lively pic
ture here and there wedged in among the sub
%stantial sheep" Of Text books on Surgery,
! Physic and Anatomy. Macintosh found a close
n~eighbor in d copy of Byron, while Cooper's
Surgical laborS were supported on either side
by richly bound copies OF Milton and Moore.
Pancoast's Wistar was knocked aslant by a
: heavy copy Of Shakespeare, and a treatise on
! Insanity was supported by an old copy Of Don
= QuiXotte-an Old volume Of the Spectator was
i wedged in on the upper shelf, while Moral Es-
{ says were piled upon Trotter on Drunkenness
A glance at the Doctors Library was sufi-
Il cient 10 prove him a man of taste and extern
: sive reading, and as we design paying him Z
q visit in his office, we will apprise the reader
who is to accompany us, that the time is a few
days after he had dismissed his patient John
of the Morton Mansion.
You will recollert, my dear reader, that tbt
evening we visited the Doctor, it was one O
u those evenings that generally happen in the lat
ter part of November. 1t was what the sail
> ors would term 6 a nasty blow; - the storm
beat the earth and houSetops with a merciles
u u pelting ofrain with an occasional dash of hail
and in its whirls and fits would shake the loose
. window frames and slam the unfastened s1ut
tiers and blinds with a strange ferocity, ant
= then circling round, would gather its forces il
! the sooty chimneys and thunder and roar lik
: a thousand frightened swallows, as it cam
rumbling down to sweep the dusty ashes from
the glowing bed Of red hot coal in the CRATE
!" 1t was a miserable night without-the night c
which we speak. The Doctor had wheeler
his great arm chair close up to the CRATE, wit
his slippered feet propped on the shining fen
der, a rich gown buttoned around him, an ez
tinguished cigar III one hand. half consumed
and In the other a new copy OF "EvangalIne,
which he had been reading, but now, from som
. cause, the bottom OF the page was uppermo;
as it hung i'll his hand just ready to fall. /
n fresh blast OF wind came rumOhng down tn
chimney and whirled a patf OF ashes in the Dos
- tors face which aroused him In all instant fror
! his reverie. Down fell I" Evangaline'' on til
10 carpet, as he sprung to his feet brushing til
ashes from the boso IL of his gown, and snatch
,n ing a fresh cigar from the mantel and a twiste
lighter he was soon putting away most vigorou
~. The circling wreatlls Of fragrant smok
Io played around his temples for a few seconc
11d quite Enthusiastically, but it lasted a few momen
mt only for he was soon in dream-land again.
.ta After a few desperate rides in the easy rockir
he chair he settled down in d quiet reverie, Wi
mt his ewes intently fixed on a little hilIoak of co
IN his CRATE, around which the blue and yello
he fame was playing It's wonted game.
70 Juliet! POUNDS what a name! exclaime
2 \ tie Doctor, musing and talking to his thought
tn And her eyes. VIII, ever saw such; | cou
his stand on burning sands and gaze forever
AN taeir depths! o! would give-pshaw, | a
ra- not in Iove-no, no; of course not, but pC
aid my soul, | would give an annuity to know h
len thoughts concerning that glance. | belle
in she scarcely ever saw-pshaw!-I wish kne
his one thing, though. But what puzzles me
tlv death is, why sine should be penned up in t
Mansion like a nun She should be out in t
his gay circles of society, to lavish her smiles
lire the worthy. 0! | would give-pshaw nc
uld would not; no, no. But | would like TO have
hours chat with the young Miss, and b.
ere lady, [ will 0iA. Out upon inpossibilitie
is! love knows no bounds There it is now
Viii really believe | am caught; yes, caught like
eth, Tarter.' No matter; SO the world goes
wn heigho!
,m- Ting aling-ingr the quick alarm of
"a Office bell, and the Doctor sprung from his r,
and erie and his cushioned seat and rushed to
door, and on opening it was greeted by a N
? in wrapped in heavy cloaks, and as the Doe
nv bid him come in, a fierce salute from the sto
and dashed the cold rain in his face which dispel
e. the last traces of bis nights ~reverie.
not PLEASE sir" said the messenger, Miss ,
r of liet is dangerously i'll. and Mrs. Mered
claims your immediate presence at the Nj
With sion"