Southern standard. [volume] (Columbus, Miss.) 1851-1856, 1853-04-30
LETTER FROM MRS. PoTIPHAR TO MISS CAROLINE
PETTITOES

New YORK.
Ny DEAR CAROLINE Five SO many things to
tell you that hardly know where to begin. The
great thing is the livery, but want to come reg
ularly up to that, and forget nothing by the way.
was uncertain for long time how to have my
prayer book bound. Finally, after thinking about
it great DEAL | concluded to have it done in pale
blue velvet, with gold clasps, and gold cross up
on the side. To be sure, it's nothing very new
But what is new now "a days? Sally Shrimp has
had hers done in emerald, and know Mrs. Cree
sus will have crimson for hers, and those people
who sit next US in church, | wonder who they
are it's very unpleasant to sit next to people you
don't know; and, positively, that girl, the dark
haired one with large eyes, carries the muff
she did last year. it's big enough for family, }
have a kind of brown morocco binding. | must
tell you one reason why fixed upon the pale blue.
You know that aristocratic-lookng young man, in
white cravat and black pantaloons and waist coat
whom we saw at Saratoga year ago, and who
always had such beautiful sanctimonous look,
and such small white hands well, he is a minis
ter, as we supposed, can unworthy candidate, an
improbable husbandman," as he calls himself in
that delicious voice of his. He has been quite ia
ken up among us. He has been asked good deal
to dinner, and there hope of his being settled
as colleague to the Doctor only Mr.. Potiphar (who
can be stubborn, you know, insisted that the
Rev. Cream Cheese, though very good young
man. he didn't doubt, was addicted to candlestcks
l suppose that's something awful. Bat could you
believe anything awful of him? l asked Mr.
Potphar what he ment by saying such things?
Il mean,'' said he, s'that he's Puseyite, and
I've no Idea of being tied to the apron strings of
the Scarlet Woman
Dear Caroline, who Is the Scarlet Woman p
Dearest, tell me upon your honor, If you have ev
er heard any scandal of Mr. Potiphar
''What is it about candesticks ?" said to Mr..
Potiphar. perhaps Mr.. Cheese finds gas too
bright for his eyes, and that's his misfortune, not
his fault
polly" said Mr. Potiphar, who OiH call me
Polly, although it sounds very vulgar, please
not to meddle with things you don't understand
You may have Cream Cheese to dinner as much
as you choose, but | will not have him in the pull
pit of my church,
The same day, Mr.. Cheese happened in about
lunch time, and asked him il his eyes were really
weak.
''Not at ALL said he "Why do you ask 90
Then told him that had heard he was so fond
of candlestcks.
All, Caroline, you should have seen him then.
He stopped in the midst of pouring out glass of
Mr.. Prs best old rort and holding the decanter in
one hand, and the glass in the other he looked SO
beautifully sad, and said in that sweet, low voice:
'Dear Mrs. Potiphar the blood of the martyrs
is the seed of the church, Then he filled up his
glass, and drank the wine off with such mourn
full resigned air, and wiped his lips so gently with
his cambria handkerchief, Il saw that it was a
stitch. that had no voice to ask him to take
a bit of the cold chicken, which he did, however,
without my asking him. But when he said, in the
same low voice, "a little more breast, dear Mrs
Potiphar," l was obliged to run into the drawing
room for moment to recover myself.
Well, after he had lunehed I told him that I
wished to take his advice upon something con-
cerned with the church, (for prayer book Is, YOU
know, DEAR and he looked SO sweetly at me.
that, would you believe it, l almost wished to be
Catholic and to confess three or four times week
and to have him for my confessor. But it's very
wicked to wish to be Catholic, and it wasn't rea
much, you know but somehow thought so-
When asked him in what velvet he would advise
me to have my prayer-book bound, he talked
beautifully for about twenty minutes. wish you
could have heard him. I'm not sure that / un.
derstood much of what he said--how should l p
but it was very beautiful Don't laugh, Carrie,
but there was one thing did understand, and
which, as it came pretty often, quite helped mt
through. It was, Dear Mrs. Potiphar - you
cant tell how nicely he says it. He began BY
telling me that it was very important to consider
all the details and little things about the church
He said they were all Tymbales or Cymbaes-ol
something of that kind and then he talked very
prettiy about the stole, and the violet and scarlet
capes of the cardinals, and purple chasubles, anc
the lace edge of the Popes little short gown; and
do you know ii was very funny--but it seemed te
me somehow, as if ] was talking with PORTER, o.
Florine Lefeyre, except that he used such beauti
ful words Well, BY. and bye, he said
Therefore, dear Mrs, Potiphar. Is your faith
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