The Yazoo City weekly Whig. (Yazoo City, Miss.) 18??-1855, 1853-02-18

The Test Of Love.

'for cnafity.S sake take me IN, Salabhe
lively little Mrs. Gray, with a look of mock
distress, as she peeped her bright face into
my room. IF you'll credit it, my hus-
band hasn't spoken FIVE consecutive words
since tea-time: and I'm quite undecided
whether to request to have the roof raised,
so that ! can breath freer, or to go into a
violent ft Of Mysteries. "Matty," said she
with a ludicrously solemn air, !" / Shouldn't
be surprised I had married tie aOroag mani
Now Edward is one of the best creatures in
the world there. that's just it, /" said she,
jumping up, ''he's too good. can't think
of fault he has; he's awfully correct-a
living reproof to me, Matty; have what
the old ladies call "a model husband Now,
isn't it pity that goodness and stupidity
generally go together?" said she, laughing.
Med is SO, matter of fact Now, il I'm
reading book, and come across passage
that delights me, always want to put my
arms round the authors neck, and kiss him.
Well, I read it to Ned and he says quietly,
without looking up from his newspaper
Yes, it is pretty good Oh dear! be never
gets up enthusiasm about anything. He
lacks feeling. It's really pitiable. Matty:"
Throwing herself on the sofa with a sup,
pressed yawn.
! "All is not gold that glitters. Mary: and
there are gems, too. of whose value the pos
SCISSOR is sometimes ignorant. These butter
flies that dazzle IN society are mostly mere
moths at home. Abroad, they are elegant,
refined. polished, RANT. graceful full of re-
partee and wit; but by their own hearth
stones silent, moody; selfish, exacting and
undressing. You'd never recognize them!
You remember Vivian -? Well; that's
his mental daguerrcotype; in private he's
the most unlovable Of mortals." -
"Well, this worlds Iumbug. then
said Mary, cor I'm one of its restless. dis
satisfied ones: and by the way Matty, how
came yon to be an old maid?"
Simply because you appropriated the
only mani ever wanted" was Matty's quiet
reply.
The blood rushed to.Mary's temples; she
was by Matty's side in an instant urging
her to .full confession :.
"Ah, I see. my little lady, your heart is
in the right place. after al. else you would not
be jealous. I've great hopes of you! .Bles-
sings often brighten when we imagine they
are about to take fight!' Your husband
never spoke wora of love to me in his life
~ only wish he had / shan't enjon Sc
cresy upon you as to my preference, because
I know very well you wouldn't have him
know it for kingdom! so I'm safe! But
seriously Mary you don't know how tovalue
Edward. A few more years over your sun
ny head, and little more experience ofthe
world, and you'd not barter him for the
most brilliant idol your imagination ever
SET up for your heart to worship.
THAI day wos ssearerthan Mutty proptesiedi
Mary shortly after was taken dangerously
i'll. For weeks she balanced between life
and death. Whose supplicating eye sought
the physicians with such fearful anxiety?
whose hand with more than woman's
tenderness, smoothed her pillow, andshaded
the light from her aching eyeballs? who,
with uplifted finger, crept softly about the
house, hushiug every noisy footfall9 who
surrounded her with every comfort and lux
ury that affection could think Of, or money
(hardly earned could procure? Who. when
wearied with business cares still kept tire
less vigil, till the stars faded away, at the
bedside of the poor sufferer?
Who grasped the physicians hand, say
ing, Save her! Its life r-death with ne
81 Vel Is MaIyg, Who. but the mater
Of Iact Edward
One day, after Mary was convalescent, T
called %. see her. She was looking very
lovely. though pale and wasted Thank
God Won are spared 70 Us. said ! touching
ny lips o her forehead
1asr Him. thank NY husband, said
Mary, With 4 voice liquid with feeling In
thisssiek room have learned lesson Ishall
never forget Oh, Mattyi there may be
dsep. ssrO.sg Lore imths 1sart sohsre deeds ''Ol
.sords, ars lie intezpselsrsf Please God e
spare M life. my poor love shall be his re-
ward or shial''
Morv Iort hcr word FANNY FnRN