Spirit of the age. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1849-1865, 1852-11-24

if you will, and we will initiate you into
some of cur anusements. Rut dinner is |
over; let US walk into The parlor; Mrs Phil +
ips and Mag will be SO happy to see you. . /
He then led the way, and introduced him
to his wife aud daughter; the former a
good naturc1 looking matron Of about forty
years Of age. Health beamed in her coun-
tenance. and gentleness fingered in her eye. /
She was small Of stature but Of full round
form, inclined to obesity, but still nimble in
her step, indicating the woman of business,
who cared not for the forms and ceremo-
MES ofthe day, yet with goodness Of heart
aud sweetness of exRression. that rgndercd
her highly agreeable ii congcfsation. The
daughter was Just bIushing into conscioas
womanhood Her dark hair hung in eurIs'
aroudd her shoulders, revealing neck that
could not be sullied by Toxan sun. And
Her glance, how wildly beautfuI2 how much
Hath Ph@bus wooed in vain to spoil her cheek,
Which glows yet smoother from his amorous clutch ??
There was a certain indefnable expression
about those full pouting lips, those roguish
eyes, that bids defiance to description. but
which gave token to good humored mischief
Her form was light and elastic, and she step
ped as light as the hind that bounded over
her native prairies, She was not beautiful,
but attractive; she was not skilled in the
technicalities Of the world, but an air Of
sweetness, Of heartfelt politeness that sought
ano.her's happiness, yet seemed to smile at
other 5 weakness made her irresstibly charm
ing. And as she sang the wild notes of her
wild country Of the wild Indian, and the
feet Antelope the prairie wilderness oe
flowers and eager chase, you would set her
down as some wild nymph Of olden times,
who had fed TO these western wilds TO ingcr
forever in tie pathless forests. But when
she swept the saowy keys and murmured the
tones Of love in melting accents, you would
almost call her the impersonation Of the
Cyprian Qneen.
The evening rolled on as they talked Of
distaut scenes while Clinton recounted
the deeds Of his distant home, where roll the
Yadkin and the Catawha where the Blue
i Ridge rises in the air, and where the gush-
ing stream dashcs from the Mountain glen,
leaping furiously over the shelving rock or
where the wandering visitor stands on some
dizzy height, and beholds thousand undr.
lating hills, thousand peaks, and a thou
sand farms lying in three different States.
stretched out as if on canvass before him -
He tells Of the French Broad roaring by his
side, now foaming, dashing, and yelling in
fury, far, Far beneath his Feet among the
water-eonsumed rocks, and anon, sleeping
in its banks as sweet as the smile called ur
, by angels whispers on the dimpled face oI
| sleeping childhood. lie tells her Of her dis
! tant friends, and the home where she onct
played in merry childhood along the banks
: Of her natal stream and she listens in wrap
r attention Her bosom heavcs The tea
i drop starts in her eye, and she loves the elo
qucnt stranger because he came from he
: former home, because his eye sparkled Will
: pleasure as he rccounted the scenes of tha
; home, and because lie was noble ia appear
/ ancc, and like Desdomona she gave be
. heart because of his tale. And she was no
{ silent, but when requested, She told Of th
3 village amusements, the rambles to the prai
) RE, its Towering wavy fields, the BOATING
J. excursions on the riser, and the chase, FL
/ the western asses love to ride out and behol.
4 the village swain pursue The game on nature
y plains aud wave the handkerchief wher
I prowess or skill, brings the quarry to tn
: ground. But now the sun was sinking he
/ bind the forest, and the longthening sbad
t ows heralded the approach Of night. Hot
IA swiftly the hours had flown away? Whcr
5 the soul is pleased, time binds his down
:, sandals m