Cooper's Clarksburg register. [volume] (Clarksburg, Va. [W. Va.]) 1851-1861, 1854-08-16

room, throwing out warm hues on the par
lor wall. sing him to sleep very often
suspect. @ i;;.,sf
Mr.. Blanchard is kind enough to say
that he is exceedingly fond of ballads, and
when he has happened in, as he frequent
ly does now, he sometimes Join me-
That | like very much, for his voice seems
to support me SO, and I always catch
some Of the depth Of feeling which so per-
vades his singing.
Louise preserves contemptuous silence
with regard to all this, except now and
then to say that since Sontag sung
Home," &C Comm thro' the Rye, !"
"Katy Darlin'," &C., allAigAer kinds of
music will become questionable. Mr..
Blanchard answers that he hopes il will,
and with little temper, for which the
piano has to suffer, I give the keys an ex-
ira thump and leave it. Maggie my por-
cupine quills are growing every day.
By the way, this reminds me of some
thing which occurred yesterday morning
It makes me laugh to think of the anti
magnetic power which my stately cousin
exercises over ME. am always ready
for resistance and preserve dogged kind
of obstinacy, which though perfectly quite,
l know she feels. It is 9" Greek meeting
Greek" 1 assure you. Well, there was to
be a music party here in the evening,
and, of course, Louise wished her voice
to be in fine order. so as it was bluster-
ing, windy day, and she wanted to prac-
tice, she did not take her usual drive in
the morning. 1 desired to write to
mamma. and had an interesting book TO
finish, so I also staid at home and be-
lieve that Ella did not get out, because
we did not; so, strange TO say, clear
day found us all congregated in the bOu-
doir, Louise practiced till she was tired,
and then either from ennui or real indis-
position she concluded to play the sick
fine lady. AS it was net reception"
day, she could not have expected visitors
but she nevertheless put on beautiful,
white cashmere wrapper, with an elabo.
rately embroidered upon, and dainty
little Brussels lace cap trimmed withrose-
colored ribbons; and she threw herself
on the lounge, with her crimson camels
hair shawl, for which she paid a thousand
dollars, falling in soft drapery about her.
l could not but admire her as she lay
there. SO statuesque did she look, every
fold of her dress seeming to fall in its
proper place, and her foot which is beau
tifu!, just peeping from beneath her skirt,
encased in its embroidered slipper.
My letter and book were both finished,
so had picked up volume of Elizabeth
Barret Browhing's poems, Mr.. Blanchard
was kind enough to send me yesterday
when Ella, who vowed that crocheting
put her eyes out, and was looking around
the boudoir for employment, happened 10
think that my hair would make fine
plaything. L was seated in low sew
ing-chair, and let her twist it into
all the fantastic shapes which she fancied,
reserving to myself the privilege of ex-
claiming when she pulled too hard At
last she tumbled it all down around my
pei excIaiming, :: Oh Ada, how fun
ny you look. Don'tshe, Mr., Blanchard"
was still reading, with my hair on my
face, but at the mention Of Mr.. Blanchard's
name, l started to my feet in astonishment
and looked toward the door.
There was Mr.. Blanchard sure enough,
standing in the doorway, entirely unno-
ticed, Louise, who was deep in the
sorrows Of French novel, or myself, who
was as deep in Mrs. Browning, till Ella
looked up and seeing him, addressed that
question to him. ...
ella, how childish you are said her
sister, angrily.
"Ada if you pisA to do up your hair,
you will find brushes in my room"
The emphasized api$h' called out all
my feelings of resistance, and as l found
out all my feelings Of resistance, and as l
found she was annoyed by it, quickly
thanked her, gave my hair coil around
the back Of my head, fastened it with my
comb, and then going into the next room
l washed my hands and returned to the
boudoir.
"Well. Miss Ada" said Mr.. Blanchard,
(I am Miss Ada with him now, instead Of
Miss Lester) {" SO l Judge you like Mrs.
Browning from the total oblivion you
were in, with regard to everything around
you"
Oh, yes.' and here following a dis
cussion, during which Louise resumed her
novel, and Ella, crocheted vigorously.
Have you read this, The Cry OF the
Human . oh, you must hear it, he said.
AT this, Louise laid down her book, and
Ella her work When it was finished
there was not dry eye in the room
Such is the magnetism of his voice, that
the refrain to each verse, " Be pitiful, Oh,
God" came out like an earnest supplica-
tion. think we were all the better for
it. Ella was quieted down, Louise more
amiable, and l felt as if the rough edges
of my temper we're being ground off.
The music party passed off very well.
Mr.. Blanchard sang several times with
Louise, infusing some of his own spirit in
to her voice.
hope TO be at home by the last of