The national era. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1847-1860, 1852-12-09

mere matter OF bargain AN "a A. n
:" 1t is the same thing whcth5 ni(o
is with tho publisher or the public.
ticking in your talents
"Not at all | do not ask the publ
my book, though they can come s1a u
they choose-that makes great dfsrds66 t6}
me- -
Suppose we give up the whole afEa laid |
MIR. Lindley; at was only a chance th6ughtafl
mine.n
Grace looked disappointed, but said nothin
The result OF this conversation was that Mis61
Lindey's poems were brought out as soon Ms /
circumstances permitted, by Boston house.
her father mourning the necessary expenses
"Voices from the Heart" or whatever else |
the volume was entitled, met with an enthusi-
astlc reception from the press Mr.. Lindley |
was gratihed. and Grace delighted. The pub |
lc, however, did not follow suit the book |
did not go off well-half the small edition re- |
manned unsold upon the shelves, and MIR. Lind |
ley was subjected TO considerable loss
CHAP ".
There was gay wedding in M Miss
Hartwick, the great heiress, was united to
gentleman of equal claims and expectations.
Ii was an evening wedding, as the bride aud
her advisers had some weeks previous decided
that it should he. There had been some talk
OF morning ceremony, but Miss Hartwick
knew tho favorable effect of lamplight on the
complexion and wisely fixed on st o'clock,
p. NJ
The rooms were blazing with lights the
bride, in white silk and pearls, looked the
character very prettily; the groom was magnif
icent with whiskers moustaohe, and imperial
Among the guests there was the usual display
| nt t,l
ettes--tho usual amount of small talk, compl-
ments, and gossip
"Who is that beautiful girl 2" said Henry
Seymour, to a friend "Not there-where are
you looking? -she IL among the bridesmaids
There are six bridesmaids, all of them toll
erably pretty which do you mean?
"lhe tall one, with dark hair; she il talk
ing now with MIR. Hartwick
That" returned John Wendell, dis our
young p0etess, Miss Lindley.
"You don't suppose that keep track of all
the poetesses that are going, do YOU have
no taste for such steady occupation. Who is
she, apart from her writings?"
"The only daugh ter-the only child, indeed
of Mr.. LindIey, of Dcrwcnton, the member for
Kings. That is he, the tall, handsome man,
with gray hair, standing near Mrs Cotton"
"What splendid head y said Seymour. ut
reminds me of Webster Ho looks young to
be gray"
81 think the daughter resembles him consid
erably"
Pooh, not at all Or it may be the same
| face wonderfully softened and irradiated
there is light enough in those eyes for Il dozen
ordinary countenances"
of you think so, why admire them at this
distance, said Mr. Wendell an present you
if you like"
"With all my heart when suitable oppor-
tunity occurs; she is quite surrounded just
now
"And will be all the evening--Mss Lindley
is a belleo
$50 much the better, let us proceed
| They were introduced-the young mans APP
pearance at once enlisted Graces admiration.
He possessed that style of good looks to which
we are accustomed to apply the epithet " inter-
esting" lakk hair and eyes contrasted strong
ly with NJ palcness OF his complexion
his form, d shgLt suggeSted the idsa Of
delicate heSzV6, * HI panner was likely to
prove attractive to like Grace who was
terribly ennuyee of tAe dandies and pseudo-wits
that composed tgsnbfally spcaking) her nc
quaintances of the other sex He was quiet
and unassuming in his demeanor something
porvaded, too, his conversation. Grace listen
ed to him with increasing interest Why was
it1 He spoke of nothing but what she had
heard discussed hundred times before, with
out emotion. IL was because she recognised
or thought she did it is all the same a spirit
too innatey noble not TO despise the frivolous
round of worldly pursuits and worldly enjoy
ments; II spirit that, wearied of it's bondage to
inferior and degrading things, yet had not the
strength or the courage to attempt escape
With such mind her own could sympathize:
for she, like all who waste on selfish folly the
gifts bestowed for holy purposes, bd46 always
about her the sorrowiul consciousness of her
own unworthy life
The evening passed like n Dream and it was
still a dream, when, having made her adieu
and entered the carriage, she sat in silence,
listening TO the words and tones that still
echoed in hor heart
Poor Grace! Love had come TO her and she
welcomed him, fondly and joylully There il
no need to describe the various phases which
tho tender sentiment assumed in her case she
felt, probably, very much as you, and l. and all
Of us, have done, in our day Staid matrons,
grave fathers Of families OF, more than all,
case-hardened old bachelors we can smile now
at the remembrance OF our youthful folly; but
it was none the less real, the less earnest,
while it lasted
! Henry Seymour, on his part was fascinated,
captyated. Whether he really loved Grace is
doubtful even if he did, the exchange was
somewhat unequal. With her, it was the first,
true, warm affection; with him, such senti-
ment a. can exist in heart grown old before
its time for he was one of those men whom
society, to its shame be it spoken. t0lerates
among the rich. Had no been poor and lowly
| born, his vices would have been bis ruin, in a
worldly M well ~ in a moral sense. Perhaps
there was no species Of wickedncss, however
| degrading, in which he had not, Mt some time,
participated. IL his health were delicate, IL |
was only the result of his various sxcesses For
| the rest, where be was not criminal, he was
worthless; he had not single good quality, a
single generous feeling. The son Of wealthy
parents, he possessed every advantage that for
tune could bestOw. Nature, too, had been
lavish in his behalf, and conferred upon him
talents which, properly employed might have
| made him useful and honored. As il was, they
were devoted 10 the qualification Of his own
passions. lie had profession, to which he
paid little or no attention, preierrng TO live on
| the bounty Of his father, who, it was hinted,
| began 10 tire Of the heavy demands upon his
| purse.
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