The Rutland herald. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1850-1852, 1852-04-22

wards, her opening moves lacked 4
purpose, and as the game procesdS1,
she grew positively careless 30 !
very quietly set away the stanAs ~
offered to read aloud tho latest a..
Der II the Csxton's, Aoughtfal ~.
band that he was in q little 6us ~
eyes lighted with intcreat at it clever
witticisms, and the cloud ! aascd WY.
A close acquaintance Of more thiA
aycar, bad deepened the fnen,lslip
between Mrs. Maxwell and Mrs. ~
NOT. so romantically conceived, and .
sadly brought about. They had rasit
tastes and pursuits in common, coul1
sec much Of each other from the neie
borhood Of their dwellings, and almo0e
came to supply the place Of SISTERS =
each other. In the notes which oftSs
bore messages between them, dizzy .se
MD not write darling Angela, ,"-~or
my sweetest Anna, nor did they kiss
at the street corners through wells, or
indeed any time they met and parted,
as many ladies make a POINT Of doing
with common acquaintances a prac.
tee, by the way. so universal, that i,
has los. all significance 50 much so,
that for ourselves, VIC prize a cordial
grip of the hand, and q smile far more
than lip servi, shared in common
with the merest tcluaintances.
Our friends have often spoken Of
this, and the conversation was renew.
cd one morning whicE they were pass.
ins together, each employed With the
needle, in Mrs Arnot's pretty dress
Ing room. 1t was just the timcSand
place for confidential chat. 'Onc
of Mrs. Maxwcll's days. Mrs. Arnot
always said, for with her country hab.
its of exposure Mrs. Maxwell did not
mind little rain, ard liked to pass
the morning in Pine street best, where
they were thus secured from all in-
trudcrs. The storm had increased
since her arrival, so that the thick
mist had become heavy shower, that
patted against the window near which
their sewing chairs were drawn, SER
wing to make the cheerful fire in the
CRATE, all the brighter by the contrast.
One loves to draw close to the CRATE
on such a day, if solitary, and buried
in lounging chair, muse at tho fan
tastic shapes Of the glaring Goals, or
the brightness Of the Pickering fame,
while book lies half closed over the
hand, and seems at once a suggestion
and excuse for the reveric. Or bet.
ter still, with companion entirely
agreeable, home assumes home,ike
air, and our ordinary comforts, seem
magni6cd irto blessings.
Something Of this, the friends had
been saying, and then the subject turn
ed from the dear in her circle to the
broader band Of social relations, and
how much, after all, there was in
pleasant acquaintapces.
Il am just be Ginning to realize'--
Mrs. Maxwell said--' how much there
is in the word friend From the time
l was first sent to school | had hab.
it Of making violent fricndships--aS
my sister Mary used to call them
Yet l could never define to my moth
or why l liked those intimates very
satisfactorily, to her. l was laughed
at all one winter, for saying, when
once fairly cornered,' Well, do like
Maggie Observation-Disclosures
she has brown hair, and wears such q
beautiful pink muslin Mrs. Arnot
smiled. quite as sensible as mary
reasons which grown ur children give
said she. and perfectly natursi'ss
remember my own experience. b,
I WAS somewhat different. ! did net
care about being loved or loving my
school mates particularly, | loved pop
uIarity. To be the head Of every
thing, admired not loved, l did net
care how many were afraid Of me, &C
| Sc; at the head Of the class, and was
praised by the teachers
You are entirely candid, Angela.
Yes, for my ianlt has been one Of
lifetime and have learned froul
bitter experience TO be loved is better
than all praise
Il was going to tell you about m
many Friendships continued Mrs
Maxwell. 1t was q rule at our scLooI
that all the UPPER classes should keeI
Journals. aud l have mine from The
time l was eleven; how you would
laugh over those little sentimental, ri
diculous entries. Sometimes, such Z
day as this, l &c. them ont and ioos
them over. But with all their folly
they often bring tears. There are e
many traces Of those childish days
names scraWlcd in pencil on the mar
sin ;-autographs Of class mates
) have never seen since,-profiles, hal
and caricature, in Pen and ink. WHY
the very change in the hand writing
is sad, and it is 30 curious to trace al
the elements Of character which nor
possess, 10 that day of small things.
| I should like to see those relics.