New Orleans daily crescent. [volume] ([New Orleans, La.]) 1851-1866, 1852-10-27
BrANcA HEYwooD; Or, the Triumph Of Pride
by MRS. s. II, MILTON.
There has ever hung that curse upon my soul,
10 love that look in woman.''


The romance of life was over witt, Bianca
Haywood Its rosy glow was fast fading from
her spirits domain, and the chill shadows of a
hollow world were faster gathering over it.
Long before childhood was merged in youth,
her young and beautiful mother had sunk to d
premature grave. The daughter inherited all
the lustre Of her mothers loyeliness. In her
ngenuousness and enthusiasm predoininated,
and through their influence a spirit of beauty
lived in her glance, voice and manner, which
never failed to win the coolest heart This was
a nalneless something, which cannot describe,a
a loftiness and beauty of expression combined
with the graces of youth and rare natural gifts.
She boasted Of native pride, which was seen
in tire fash of her dark eye and on her slightly.
curved lips, .charaeterizing every motion and
expression, insuring the respect and admiration
of ALL 4 ia il
Bianca's father esteemed the acquisition Of
dollars and cents of far more Importance than
the moral training Of his child. She was placed
under the care of maiden aunt, who spared
no expense in her education. The best of
teachers were employed in the house, and every
thing done to render her study hours pleasant
and free from toll. st
At the age of fourteen she was placed at q
fashionable boarding school. At that far famed
Troy she made rapid progress, became well
versea in foreign languages, and attained per-
feet mastery of her own. In mathematics, her
favorite study, she excelled. She accompanied
her harp with songs of distant lands, and with
her needle embroidered scenes from the old
world She had twice won o prize for the best
composition, once as the best Latin scholar, and
| of twenty aspirants for a music she bore away
| the palm. AT the examination of the closing
| term Blanca Haywood was the theme Of every
tongue She graduated with honors, and at
the expiration Of two years, returned to her
native city, improved in mind and manners
with a character much developed and matured
| Her father, deenling a journey beneficial,
proposed making tour to Niagara and Sara
toga One bright June morning they left home
and after few days ira vel, just as the grayei
shades of evening were closing round them, they
reached the Cataract House. Taking some re-
freshments, they sailed out to get u peep at the
| Falls They remained but two days, on the
morning of the crossing the river to the Canada
side The first feature of beauty, here, was the
| Table Rock the next, the meeting of the waters
| at the termination of the Horseshoe Fall Her
| widest expectations were here more than
realized. After rambling round day or two,
| they bade reluctant adeu to Niagara, with
| the hope of visiting it again,
| Arriving at home, Blanca met after a separa-
ton Of three years, her intimate friend Blanche
Derwent. These two girls had formed an at
tachment for each other in early childhood, and
were more like sisters than friends. They wert
| Dolu peautluI, pub now Stflblngly coutraSteu
/ They were as unlike as sunshine and moonlight
The one a brunette, the other a blonde, one had
| the eye Of a gazelle, the other of a fawn..
The winter, with its gaiety and dissipation,
had opened. Henry Derwent, the brother Of
Blanche, had invited his college chum, Frank
i Seacourt, to pass his vacation with him. The
4 Derwents opened the season with brilliant
party. Their residence was on Chesnut street,
one Of the most aristocratie portions OF Phila-
delphia, The house was gorgeously decorated,
and thronged with the eiife Of the city lab
leaux were exhibited il the hall, with strikins
4 Eeio-a reclining figure, Will lifted eyes ant
Il lowing hair, the light rejecting strongly npoI
an open volume before her. The next wer
scenes From the Corsair, closing it'll the Com
Of Iife--a youth playing with Satan for hi
soul The youth is represented with pale
melancholy and exceedingly thoughtful counte
nance, the long curls Of his bright hair almos
shading his marble brow. One hand support
his head, the other rests upon the chess board
the fore finger pointing to the position in whic
he intends moving His look Of innocence an,
\ extreme youth fnhess contracts strongly wit