Jeffersonian Republican. [volume] (Stroudsburg, Pa.) 1840-1853, 1852-04-08
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From GleGS0a'S Pictorit
ROSE ADDISON
Or, The Mock Suit0r.

By MRS. E. C. LOWERING.
Mr. Frederick Grandson, on leaving col
lcge with high honors, took up his abode with
his Uncle Philip, and for five years led the
most 9niet and studious life imaginable
Uncle Philip, who was a wealthy old bach
elor, proposed making Frederick his heir
Relying on the bounty of his excellent rela-
ton, the young man neglected to make himself
master ofany profession-preterring to devote
his time and tulents TO the qualification OF his
literary tastes, which induced him TO explore
the dusky realms of the classics, as well as
the brighter regions Of modern poetry and
philosophy. Yet Frederick was not so much
book-worm, as to be altogether dead to the
pleasures Of society. AS an ardent lover of
beauty, he sought it, and admired it when
found, whether IN books, in nature, or IN the
human mind.
Frederick required that others should SYM
pathze in the enthusiasm of his soul. This
necessity il was, rather than his love of nat
ural beauty, which first interested him in the
character Of little Rose Addison, the only
child Of poor widow, who occupied, rent
free, one Of his uncle's cottages.
Rose, at that time, was only fourteen; sim
pie in manners, pure minded as an infant,
full of vitality; mirthful sympathetic, per-
feet charm Of feminine beauty
Frederick observed her scrupulous neatness:
ber cheerful morning songs, which scared to
Heaven like the lark's, thrilled his soul her
taste in the cultivation of flowers delighted
him; aud surprising her one day, as she wept
and laughed over the pages ola faVorite poem
Of his own, he was drawn towards her ire
sistibly. OF course, her bewitching beauty
had nothing 10 90 with the interest with which
he was inspired
Ros1's beautifully simple natnfe was spread
out before our hero, like pure and spotess
page, inviting his hand 10 write. Frederick
saw his power. He trenbed even whist he
rejoiced ii. Well was it for Rose that the
handsome, engaging man hom she SO mueh
admired, had soul of nobest aspirations, a
heart of truest honor.
Frederick resolved 70 devote himself to the
deyelopement ofall that was pare and bright
and good in her natdre. lie became .oo
deeply engaged in his task to care for other
society than hers. As her teacher, her guide,
her friend, be obtained the most perfect lnfu-
eGce over her; he moulded her character at
his viii; he saw her grow up a beautiful, no.
ble-minded woman ; Of all bis studies, it was
in her that he took the most interest and de-
light. He selected her books; he taught her
music, French and Italian; and more than all,
he instructed her in the actualities and the
highest duties Of life.
Uncle Philip was by no means dispeased
to see his nephew thus engaged He still
looked upon Rose as pretty "litte GIRL" e.
ven when che had arrived at the nfururity of
eighteen. He thought it very kind in Fred
erick to lend her books, and be her teacher.
Uncle Philip was benevolent man himself
and he was glad to see his nephew benevolent
also.
But Uncle Philip had not the most distant
suspicion that Frederick could design to make
his protege his wife. Even when the old
gentleman was contemplating the array Of
female beauties and charms with which the
village and vicinity abounded, and wondering
within himself, who would make. Frederick
the best companion, poor Rose never once en-
tered his calculations
Now Uncle Philip was man of strange
notions; and as wilful an old fellow, withal,
syOu may meet in a twelvemonth. Some.
how he took if into his head that the noble
old mansion of his fathers needed a star of fe-
male beauty, to make it the sunny abode Of
perfect happiness. The old bachelor should
have felt this necessity forty years before =
He might have had complete constellation
of fair daughters around him, in his old age.
But Uncle Philip could look out for Others
much better than for himself. He was de.
termined to do the right thing for Frederick
Accordingly, one fne morning, he said to hi.
promising nephew:
What life this is, Fredr
Fred was thinking about Rose.