The Georgetown news., 1855-12-13

the stage, feeling very cramped-up and
dirty, and Straightway bet0ok myself to
tin basin there were half dozen more on
the old, hacbed-up bench), full of clear, cold
spring-water, by the help Of which and a
piece Of slippery, turpentine soap, | man
aged to make very respectable ablution.
My face washed, [ applied it for few min
uteS to long, greasy ragged old tOW-linen
towel, that hung up on a roller, fastened to
q scabby, old Notwithstanding; then |
parted my hair with the half of an old horn
comb that was tied to a string, and smooth
ed 1t with little, old, Wiry, WOrn-Out hair
brush, that was tied to another string; and
then | was ready for dinner, which was not
yet ready for me. Pending dinner, | sat
down IN spIit-bottomed chair, elevated my
heels, leaned back, took out my knife, and
commenced pairing my nails. I had seen
the little old town frequently before, and
didn't care to see it again, especially on a
miserable, gummy, cloudy, damp, chilly day
IN February; and so confined my attention
for some time to my fingers, of which I am
rather proud. But, fortunately for me, /
heard an old fellow behind me say, by
dads she's beautifully" and looking up, saw
the young lady alluded to. | wish to
Heaven | had never looked down She
was standing exactly opposite me, in the
| front door OF q dried-up wooden store; her
head was turned up the street as if she was
looking for somebody and her little foot
was patting the sill with the sauciest
sweetest impatience imaginable. That
y0ung lGdy lcas my WJ@ | didn't know it
then, but | know it now.
She was beautiful -bewitchinglv beauti-
ful-So beautiful that for long time | did
not know | was looking at her-didn't
know | was looking at any thing-didn't
know any thing. The JOY of her presence
was flowing bin one uninterrupted stream
through all the avenues of sense, and it was
not until my soul became full to the brim
Of her beauty that could say | saw at all.
Whether she was dressed in silk, bar6ge.
delaine, or calico [ could never tell, and
never cared; [ remember only her little
bonnet OF simple straW-neat, trim, and
vastly becoming, as the bonnets of pretty
women always are. She was young, not
more than eighteen-rather above the me-
| dunn height; OF round and perfect figure;
| her hair was golden, and her eyes were
| blue; her complexion pure as light itself,
| fresh as the dew, and glowing as the dawn.
She must have felt the many eyes feeding
on her check and brow, for She turned pres
entity, and how instantly the impatient little
foot disappeared, how archly modest the
smile that illumined her Misunderstanding
| face. L could read her character at a
glance. She was warm, and tender, and
true; good, wise, merry, healthy, happy,
sweet-tempered, willing, patient, loving, t.
! dy, thrifty, and sincere, and every thing
wife ought to be or could be. Why didnt
[ know she was my wife? Why didn't she
come over and tell me so? Alas we were
both blind-and she remains so still!
There I sat, drinking my fill of beauty
inhaling bliss at every breath. How little
did she dream Of what was going on in nv
soul! How could she tell that her radiant
image was efacing all other images from
my heart, to be itself efIaced for u time, but
only to reappear in the hallowing and
charmful hues Of memory-the one solitary
and sufficing idea of my unbessed life She
saw me gazing at her, but only as she had
seen hundreds gaze before.
A primrose mid the taverns STIR
A yellow primrose was to her,
And it was nothing more.
[ was only sallow-faced young man, with
black mustache and deal OF impudence.
l didn't look like her husband a bit; but
was her husband for all that know
was.
Fair reader, let us here moralize little
But no; | am not good at that, and be-
sides, l am too prolix any way. Yet re-
member, beautiful Maiden and be watchful
of your looks; for, all unknown to yourself,
you may be shaping for life, and perhaps
for life beyond life, the destiny of some i'll
looking biped who glares at you from the
opposite side of the street
All the other passengers. and all
the tObacco-spitting loungers about the tav-
ern, were gazing at her as well as myself;
she knew it, too-the little rogue and
was pleased, as she ought to have been.-
She ceased to look for that somebodyup the
street, who never came, and stole a sweet,
bright glance towards US, as if to say: 81
can't help being pretty, indeed l can't. /
am glad you think me so, and you may look
as long as you please; shan't charge you
any thIHS'
Bless her sweet little soul. Every man
in that porch ought to have bent his knee
in homage to SO much beauty and goodness
But the confounded dinner-bell rang, and
the beasts in broadcloth rushed to their
food inst as any other beasts would have
done. am ashamed to confess it, but
most unromantic sense of propriety smote
me the moment | heard that accursed bell.
ut IS out of the question, said to myself,
''for you to be staring that young lady out
OF countenance; get right up and go to your
dinner. 1t is true you may never see so
beautiful face again, but then, you know,
your health is delicate, and it won't do to
neglect so important meal as dinner
You have long and wearisome ride before
/ you; besides. she don't care any thing for