Richmond daily times. [volume] (Richmond [Va.]) 1850-1853, 1853-03-23

nd land on British ground, but there found hin
khen began to listen.
Casting a quick, cynical glance round the room
"a glance which scsthed, or was intended tc
cathe, as II crossed me-he fell with fury upor
les Anglases."
Never have l heard English women handled as
ar; faul that morning handled them; he spared
othlng-their minds, morals. manners nor perso-
lal appearance. specially remember his abuse
their tall stature, their long necks, their thin
rms, their sovenly dress, their pedantic educa-
on, their lmpious skepticism %, their insuffera-
lie pride, their pretentious virtue, over which he
round his teeth Indignantly, and looked as if, had
70 dared, he would have said singular things. Oh!
. was spiteful, aerid, savage; and, as natural
onsequence, detestably ugly.
"Llttle, wicked, venomous man ~ thought /, Sam
going TO harass myself with fears of dspleasing
Oh, or hurting yoWr feelings9 No, indeed you
hall be indifferent to me, as the shabbiest beu-
net in your pyramid
I grieve to say could not quite carry out this
esolution. For some time the abuse of England
nd the English found and left me stolid; bore it
ONE fifteen minutes stoically enough, kut this hiss
bg eockatrice was determined to sting and he
aid such things at last-fastening not only upon
ur women, but upon our greatest names and best
ben, sullying the shield of Britannia, and dabbng
he union,jack in mud-that l scas stung. With
icious relish he brought up the most spicy, cur
snt, continental, historical; which
othing can be conceived more offensive. Zelie,
nd the whole class, became one grin of vindctive
eight, for it is curious to discover how these
Towns of Labassecour secretly hate England At
asst, struck sharp stroke on my desk, opened
by lips, and let loose this cry:
s'Viye PAngleterre, PHistoire ct les Heros A
as la France, la Fiction ct les Faquins %
The class was struck of heap. I suppose they
bought me mad. The professor put up his hand
Eerchief and iendishly smiled into its folds. Lit.
lie monster of malice He now thought he had
BOT the victory, since he had made me angry. In
second he became good-humored. With great
Plandness he resumed the subject of his flowers,
alked POLITICALLY and symbelically of their sweet
hess, perfume, purity, ct cetera, made Frenchied
comparisons between the '.jeunes files and the
weet blossoms before him, paid Mademoselle St
Pierre very full-blown compliment on the supe-
iority OF her bouquet, and ended by announcing
hat the first really, fine, mild, and bamy morning
n spring he intended to take the whole classe out
10 breakfast in the country. ssSuch of the classe,
At least be added, with emphasis, cas- he could
count among the number of his friends.''
"Donc ie MY serai pas,'' declared l, involunta-
rily.
'sSoit!'' was his response, and, gathering his
howers in his arms he flashed out of classe, while
consigning my work, scissors, thimbe, and the
neglected little box to my desk, swept up stairs.
don't know whether he felt hot and angry, but am
free to confess that did,
This we take TO be fairly selected piece Jus.
ifcat,f of our criticism. To make extracts from
hny of this woman works is an easy task; but it
hbounds in passages peculiar, individual, charac-
teristic-such as could have been written by no
other. Here for instances, is a critique upon
great picture by REUBENs:
ssIt represented woman, considerably larger
thought, than the life. calculated that this Ia
Idy, put into scale of magnitude suitable for the
reception of commodity of bulk, would infalli-
bly, turn from from fourteen to sixteen stone She
was, indeed, extremely well fed very much butch
er's meat-to say nothing OF bread, vegetables,
To
that breadth and height, that wealth of muscle,
that atfiuence of flesh. She lay halfrecned on
couch why, it would be difficult to say broad
daylight blazed round her; she appeared in hearty
health, strong enough to do the work of two plain
cooks; she could not plead weak spine she
ought to have been standing at least sitting bold
upright. She had no business to lounge away the
noon on sofa She ought likewise to have worn
decent garments; gown covering her properly,
which was not the case: out of abundance of ma.
terial--seyen- and twenty yards l should say, of
drapery- she managed to make inefficient raiment.
Then, for the wretched untdness surrounding her,
there could be no excuse. Pots and pans-perhaps
l ought to say vases and goblets-were rolled here
and there on the foreground; perfect rubbish of
flowers mixed amongst them, and absurd
and disorderly mass of curtain upholstery smoth-
cred the couch and numbered the floor ss0n refer
ring to the catalogue, I found that this notable
production bore name CLEOPATRA"
Who paints with pencil like this? =.
Gone Friday night remember it well-there
came voice near Miss Marchmont's house, heard
by every inmate, but translated, perhaps, only by
one. After calm winter, storms were ushering
in the spring. 1 put Miss Marchmont to bed /
sat at the fireside sewing. The wind was wailing
at the windows it had walled all day; but, as
night deepened, it took new tone-an accent
keen, piercing, almost articuate to the ear a
plant, piteeus and disconsolate to the nerves,
tried ip every gush
sssOh, hush hush!' said in my disturbed
mind, dropping my work, and making vain eff
fort to stop my against that subtle, searching
cry. l had heard that very voice ere this, and
compulsory observation had forced on me theory
as to what it BODIED. Three times in the course OF
my life, events had taught me that these strange
sccents in the storm-this restless, hopeless cry
denote coming state of the atmosphere unpropi-
tious to life. Epidemic disease, believed, were
often heralded by gasping, sobbng, tormented,
long lamenting east wind. Hence, Inferred arose
the legend of the Banshee. fancied, teo, had
noticed-b but was not philosopher enough to know
whether there any connexlon between the cir.
cumstances-that We often at the same time heal
of disturbed volcanic action in distant parts OF the
world; of rivers suddenly rushing above theil
banks /; and of strange high tides flowing furious
ly in on low sea-coasts. sOur Globe had sale
to myself, seems at such periods torn and disor
dered the feeble amongst us wither in her distem
pered breath, rushing hot from steaming volca-
noes.'
"I listened, and trembled Miss Marchmon1
slept.
&C About midnight, the storm in one half hour
fell to dead calm. The fire, which had been
burning dead, glowed up wildly. 1 felt the air
change, and become keen. Raising blind and cur
tain, l looked out, and in the stars keen spar
kle of sharp frost.
Turning away, the object that met my eyes was
Miss Marchmont awake, lifting her head from the
pillow, and regarding me with unusual earnest
ness.''
INTERESTING ExPEDiTIoN.-The New York
Courier of Saturday says:
Something new will occur under this days sun.
A steamer will leave our waters with a CLAIR