Plymouth banner. (Plymouth, Marshall County, Ind.) 1852-1855, 1854-02-16


, Il think that Fanny showed her wis
dom. though. responded Mr.. Manly. 81
keeping back the likeness of herself un
til she first had seen those of her suitors
I should have done the same myself
. Besides. she never need 10 fear; she is
in my opini IN. far more beautiful thar
cousin Ellen.
But frs, impressions are not easil;
effaced.' said Mrs. Manly. who had Sc
her heart on making Frank and Fam,
make each other happy. 'AnG if he j.
allowed to think that ,his daguerTeotypt
is Fanny's. and if with what he has sc
often heard in praise Of her. from us, he
should incline to fall in love with her
and then should ever come to see the re
of Fanny
He will be most agreeably surprised.
and that is ALL said Mr.. Manly, inter
rupting. But put yourself at rest on
that; I'll send Frank on to Boston pretty
soon on business
But Edward what will Edward say
to tha,?' said Mrs. Manly.
Let Ned alone.' responded Mr.. Manly
He is fixed--he was in ecstacies at FL
lens pictcre.'
But ne is deceived
And so is Frank--snd so i'm fine are
lovers always, answered Mr.. Manly.
Were you?' inquired his WIFE,.
Mos: certainly | vast said MIR Manly.
smiling. Before married you thought
you nothing but an angel! now think
yOu are--an engel--and a-perfect little
woman, too
Soft soap is getting cheap. think.
replied his wife.
No. dear. it is the dearest. yet the
cheapest ,hing on earth said Mr.. Man
ly. and the bell was rung for tea.
SCENE FOURTH.-M Boston.
Ten days from this and Fanny Drew
was sitting in the little sitting-room in Bos.
| ton, where we left her and her pretty cous-
in at the close Of scene The second. 1t
was mos, delightful day; she sat alone
beside an open window sewing, Ever
and anon gentle gust of wind stole sot
ly in, and, throwing back her rich and wa
Wy curls of raven hair, impressed an unseen
kiss upon her marble brow WHAT is she
thinking off some pleasant theme-for
see, she SIN les; she stops--she gazes with
her dark blue eyes intently on some "airy
nothing in the nzure sky. She smiles
again. and plies her needle as before -
And now looks wishfully adown the mar
row court that lies between her fathers
dwelling and the street.
Ills time that boy was here" sho said:
"if any thing has come today. Tis more
than twenty days since cousin Elen's pic
ture stated on its voyage of love. But
there he comes," and springing quickly
to the door, she met the penny-post boy
with two letters and little package.
1.-Two dasuerreo;ypes o, Ellen. how |
wish you were here," said Fanny, bound
ing up the steps, Lets see the pictures
first-the letters next
And now the faces Of the two young
men, lie before her.
Splendid looking fellows, that's fact.
curly head; and so let's see, has ned -
How much alike they look! Which one
do like best! o, how | wish knew
which one is Frank. But here, the letters.
they will solve the mystery; If 1 could on
ly read them both at once; first comes. frs,
served continued Fanny, opening one.--
Whose hand is this? let's see; signed Ed
ward Irving
CINclNNATI, SEPT 10, 1850.
THAT picture you sent me,
Like lightning has rent ms,
And cleft me like Cupid apart!
One glance like a flash,
Shot through me, and--dash!
Your image has shivered my heart
Poor fellow, pitlable plight said Fan
ny to herself. He'll die, no doubt of that;
a man can't long survive whose heart is
all rent, and clett and dashed and shivered
up like that. But let us see what fol-
lows
From that nectarous lip,
o, might but sip
One quaf--though died the minute.
Id do it, to twine my future with thine,
I'D do it, though dying to win it.
E. lRvINa
20, Ellen, Ellen, you must marry him,
or he will commit suicide-upon himself
or some one else. Now, Mr. Frank, for
you, continued Fanny, opening the other
letter. But whoi is this? lock of hair!
of dark brown curly hair; and verses
too.'
IT'S not thy matchless beauty,
Thy features oil divine.
Tis not for these dear Fanny,
Tha. would make thee mine!
Tis for thy deeds of goodness,
Thy spirit all divine,
1t is for these, dear Fanny,
That would make thee mine!
F. MANLY.
Frank is the man for ne,' thought Fan
ny, 'and | was fool for sending him
Ellens picture instead OF mine; bat never