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

!
ly, as beautiful woman Blend all the
brilliant colors and forms OF art-aIl the
beauties of nature in one harmonious
whole, and there will still be wanting that
mysterious essence that enters the heart
that indefnable sensation that thrills the
soul ofthe beholdcr, while gazing upon the
loviness 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 unpretending custom seems but
to show to greater advantage. the admira-
BILE proportions Of her matchess figure
Her !uxuriant and glossy hair-dark as
tho ravens wing, is ornamented with so!-
ltary 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, invOIantary you sigh for the
! possession Of a heart like hers-oncc low
ing loves forever, and with all the ardor
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 adversity-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 willho-
yer around you, rs 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
| dreamy rc'cIiv, nav "r,-n.,. -, -.
otherwise, cannot be k:own, for her face
at this moment is perfectly cxprcsSionless:
ali the faculties OF her nature arc living
dormant, but like the lion in reposc, they
are ready to spring into action, at the ins
object hat is worthy OF her attention.
She presents at this moment an admira-
bic subject for the pencil of an artist. and
are think, tastfrlly portrayed, would en-
body n 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 ana 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 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 a careless manner, until her eve
glances at the name inscribed upon it,
when deadly paencss suffuses her fea.
lures, and with q convulsivc start she reads
aloud
"CoL. Horace EDGERroN."
The words have acted like an electric
shock. See that dreaming beauty only
moment before with all her energies in
repose, now bounds to her feet-hcr grace
full figure in all 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 -
Oh, mamma, it is Arthur's 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 cl-
mate, his tall form has acquired 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 the melancholy pleasure ofsee-
ing Mrs. and Miss Cleveland. the mother
and sister ofmy lamcnted friend and bro
ther in arms :"
"Alas SIR" answered Mrs. Cleveland,
for she it was 81 am indeed that unfortl-
nate mother, and no happiness is now so
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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 he
said
81 do not wonder at the affection and
enthusiasm that he ever cvinced, in speak
ing of his absent sister"
At this indirect compliment addressed
to her, the color mounted TO the temple,
Of the beautiful Ella, but she answered
have ever longed for the ful6llment
| Of the promise contained IN your letter,
J that / might hear the sad details of ms
brothers DEATH"
The parties now seated themselves, ant
Horace spoke Of the death Of Arthur
Cleveland, with the utmost affection. b,
spoke gently IS . woman would, and th'