The Lancaster ledger. [volume] (Lancaster, S.C.) 1852-1905, 1853-06-29

| ~, as Oeautl1ul woman Blend all the
brilliant colors and forms Of art-all the
beauties of nature in one harmonious
whole, and there will still be wanting that
mysterious essence that enters the heart
that indetin9ble sensation that thrills the
soul of the beholdcr, while gazing upon the
lovliness of the female form. She is at
tired in robe of simple white, snowy as
the pale petals Of blown lily, and this
simple and unpretcnding custom seems but
to show to greater advantage. the admra-
bic proportions Of her matchless figure
Her luxuriant and glossy hair-dark as
tho ravens wing, is ornamented with a so-
itary white camilla, and beautifully braid
| ed around brow that has the breadth,
and majestic sweep of An antique stature.
1t is forehead stamped with the highest
evidences of intellect tirmness and con-
stancy are traceable in characters too
! plain TO be mistaken, and as YOU note
these facts, involantariIy You sigh for the
possession Of n heart like hers-oncc low
ing loves forever, and with all the arlor
OF its gifted naturc-with the object of its
alteration it Will endure through the high
est forms of prosperity, or the lowest depths
of adversty-it is yours through every
trial and misfortune of life, and though all
else may cast you off, it will cling to YOU
with the more intense dcvotion-it will ho-
yer around you, as an angel from the land
Of spirits, and none but death can deprive
you Of it. Her complexion is q rich warm
color, shade between the deep brunette,
and the transparent white. Her neck
shoulders and arms are bare displaying
charms in all their beauty of perfection :;
her hands are small, soft, full and round
ing; and from beneath the folds Of her
snowy robe, rceps the most beautiful foot
and ankle, ever chisscled by the hands of
| nature. She seems to be in a kind of
dreamy TC'cIIv, u,U r.'Ir~ps.S.- ,.,,.,-..-. .
otherwise, cannot be k.own, for her face
at this moment is perfectly cxprcssioncss;
all the faculties of her nature are living
dormant, but like the lion in repose, they
are ready to spring into action, at the tilst
object hat is worthy OF her attention.
She presents at this moment an admira-
ble subject for the pencil of an artist, and
are think, tastfully portrayed, would en-
body most splendid ideal of female
beauty. We pay all due homage to the
Northern belle, with her lily white or
blooming complexion her sparkling vi
vacity and 1.-the and joyous manners; but
give us that warm, rich, lnstrous, dreamy,
inspiring and voluptuous beauty ola South
ern cline!
The scene is interrupted by the en-
trance of servant who is nearly white,
though a shade of the African is still per-
ceptible she is neatly and almost elegant
ly dressed, and brings in card that she
hands to the elder of the two ladies, who
takes it in careless manner, until her eve
glances at the name inscribed upon it,
when deadly palencss suffuscs her fea-
lures, and with q convulsivc start she reads
| aloud
"CoL. HORACE EDGERToN."
The words have acted like an electric
shock. See that dreaming beauty only
moment before with all her energies in
reposc, now bounds to her fcet--her grace
ful figure in ali its majesty Of stature-her
large and dark eyes now sparkling with a
rich and dazzling brilliancy, her features
almost spakc the holy and fraternal ex-
preston which animates them, and her
voice is sweet and thrills you to the soul
as she cries -
ooh, mamma, it is Arthurs friend!
But the other pale and haggard, can
scarcely articulate the words, as she re-
quests the servant to show the visitor up.
Her commands are obeyed, and as he
enters the room we recognize in that proud
reserved and melancholy bearing, the same
Horace Edgcrton of old. His features
have changed but little, but they are
Drowned 10y exposure to Southern eli
mate, his tall form has acquired a more
vigorous and muscular appearance, and
truly presents a commanding and military
air. He advanced to the middle of the
room where both ladies are standing, and
extending his hand to the elder, he asked :
Have l the melancholy pleasure ofsee-
ing Mrs. and Miss Cleveland. the mother
and sister ofmy lamcnted frieEd and bro
ther in arms Z"
"Alas SIR" answered Mrs. Cleveland,
for she it was 81 am indeed that unfortu-
nate mother, and no happiness is now so
dear to me as that Of seeing the friend,
who witnessed the last hours Of my son."
then turning to her daughter, she contin-
ued
"And this is his sister Ella, Of whom you
have heard him speak"
Horace took her extended hand as ht
said
81 do not wonder at the affection an,
enthusiasm that he ever cvinced, in speak
ing Of his absent sister,
i AT this indirect compliment addressed
to her, the color mounted TO the temple
Of the beautiful Ella, but she answered
Ihayc ever longed Cor the fulfillmer
Of the promise contained In your letter
J that might hear the sad details Of N
brothers death.r
Z The parties now seated thenselves, an
Horace spoke Of the death Of Arthg
Cleveland, with ahe utmost affection. 3
spoke gently e . woman would, aud Il