The Literary echo, and Pawcatuck advertiser. [volume] (Westerly, R.I.) 1851-1854, 1853-10-27
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From Godey's Lady's Book for November
THE WHITE HAIR.
A TALE OF THE EART.
Concluded


"The next day brought Madame
Dalburn what our mothers used to cal
a fit Of the papors. Laboring under I
listlessness without cause, and an un
easiness without object, she left hel
worsted work for her embroidery, anC
that for writing, and the needle, as wei
as the pen, fell from her hands. Wha
did she want She could not say, Of
rather she shrunk from asking herself
for the answer would not have beer
doubtful.
/" Scarcely had she finished dinner
when she threw over her shoulders her
richest and most elegant shawl, put on
her head the prettiest bonnet her ward,
robe could supply, and proceeded with
her daughter towards the Seren o'Cloch
Watk. Perhaps said she, the music
she would hear there, as usual every
evening, would calm the irritation of her
nerves But that was only pretext,
and her cagerncss was owing to cause
not very difficult to divine. In fact, il
was easy to see that she was looking for
some one in the crowd that custom
always brought every day to that resort
of the fashionable world.
"She had not been seated many mo-
ments when she saw him appear at the
and of the walk, in dress the graceful
ease of which set off his handsome per-
son to advantage. BY the mist that
passed before her eyes, and the palpita-
tions of her heart, she was able to see
how great a sway feeling that sprang
into existence only the evening before
already exercised over her; but, far
from striving against it, she yielded to it
without struggle, and plunged as it
we're, headforemost into the very center
of the fire.
4 cannot describe to you the inward
joy she felt on seeing him turn towards
the side where she was. He came up,
saluted the ladies with an air of good
breeding only found in the highest cir
cles, and, after the usual compliments,
fell into conversation. They talked of
music, subject naturally suggested by
the circumstances. Madame Dalburn
did not conceal the pleasure she felt in
this rural and unceremonious concert, at
the foot of mountain, in the gradually
gleam of twilight, under the
verdant canopy Of venerable trees, gently
waving in the evening breeze. ..
&C How would it be, madam p re-
sumed Mr..
&c Mister ---?' inquiredMadame
de Tourville, with an air of curiosity, at
this part of Madame Dalburn's narrative.
His name was Mr.. --.
No matter let us call him Castor,
and 60 on with our story. d o..
&C How would it be, madam, if this
which charms you in spite of
the too real proximity of the orchestra
and the harshness of the sounds, were
heard at vague and misty distance, at
the top of the cliff yonder, for instance
The trial may be easily made, and if you
will attempt the ascent, allow me to
solicit the favor of being your guide
Madame Dalburn signi6ed her assent
BY gesture, took Gaston's arm, and
gave hers to her daughter; and the
'hree began to ascend the picturesque
sminence which commands the Seven
o'clock Walk. The ascent, however,
IS almost without fatigue, thanks to the
winding paths cleared along the slope of
he rock between two rows of oaks mixed
With poplar and birch, As they ap-
'roached the summit, the sound of the
Instruments became gradually weaker, 4
md resembled the echoes of those sere-
,ades wandering along the lakes of
'enice, of which Byron somewhere
peaks. When they reached tbe top
hey only heard aerial chords, 'lmost
mperceptble vibrations like thosc of the