Spirit of the age. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1849-1865, 1855-02-07

Wnere nOugnC DuL lofty spires, Q0meS anu
minarets salute the stranger at his entrance.
Curious and entranced, he had penetrated
the mysteries of the far-famed city of the
Sultan, whose oriental splendor and eternal
variety more than fully confirmed the sto-
ried travellers enthusiasm, or the brightest
touch of imagination's pencil. But in no
place of lyred fame or time-honored memo
ry had Eugene's senses become so fascina-
ted, as while listening to the melody of the
merry gondolier, as he glided over the
sparkling waters, in which Venice, the
home of love and music, lies embedded.
like some rare pearl. IT'S not therefore to
be wondered at, that one possessed Of SO
many natural advantages, thus refined by
every finish of education, should have been
regarded so great an acquisition to the
fashionable circles of - city, and that
the polished young strangers vanity should
have been more than ordinarily elated at
the many fattering distinctions bestowed
upon him. With no caste of society was
he more current than with its fairer por-
tion and she on whom he bestowed the
laurel Of his heart, very naturally occupied
that dangerous elevation SO assiduously
undermined by the Vaccinations of hydra
headed malice, aided by envy's venomcd
tongue. Notwithstanding his knowledge
of Irene's singular betrothal, and Sidney
Atherton's oft-repeated warnings of his
suits utter hopelessness, Eugene's devotion
to the naughty helress seemed more exclu-
sive after the benefit night; and in spite
ofvarious hopes and rumors to the contrary,
it soon became more than an asserted on DIT
that the fascinating Mr.. Mansfield had
yielded, like many others, allured by a
golden bait-which from time immemorial
has proved more successful than all the
'smoke of fumes and sighs,' created by the
fire of a pure love on the hearts sacred
altar
think there is something very melan-
choly in the feeling with which we hail our
natal day. said Ola Irwin, seating herself
beside her father, who was cozily ensconsed
in his cushioned tautieul, engaged with
his evening newspaper.
Just think, papa; she whom you usec
to dandle on your knee but few short
years ago, and call your merry oily, viii
be eighteen tomorrow J.
Well, and are you not my merry OILY
still p said he, parting the sunny curl
which
Hung on her temples like golden fleece"
and drawing her fondly to his knee I an
sure if you would submit to your forme
TO receive II. DuG reaIIy, non-a-uays,
scarcely have glimpse Of either you o
Irene-and when do, you are so bedecke
in all your fashionable inery, [ hardly dar
approach you, for fear of endangering you
many fxtures-and then again, your mu
tifarious engagements for balls, soiree
theatres, &C., engross you so much, that
would be too great sacrifice to spend
quiet evening with dull old man. Is
not SO, my merry Oily, and you too, II
sober lrene?'
'She heeds you not replied Ola, loo
ing significantly towards Irene, who W
listening to Eugene as he read to her. b
I can answer in the negative for her,
we'll as for myself How very difere
parents aud children seem to feel and al
in novels, from those of real life No
could you, dear papa, ever SO school yo
feelings and pursue such stoical coul
with daughter, as did the Hunchback
; the play a few nights ago? really thi
human nature must be so glaringly unli
its ideal portraiture, that the danger Of
titious writings cannot be SO great as is 81
posed
2 'Ah my child, there are many pas
\ ,oo ooI &C our wool ova,.<, dow L
that would no doubt challange comp;
: son with even those of romance. Il
t world is full of poetry, and we its CT
q lures must be imbued with some ofits "
q flying spirit to be worthy of enjoying
h natural element! Listen, there's the p
L mans ring | am glad to hear it, for r
o ly I am anxiously waiting news from
,e rope
Mr. Irwin drew towards the light, w
several letters were placed in his hand.
'One from England said he, hold
it up as he broke the seal with NEAR
le smile. & I am sure it is high time that
'e ant Malcolm was giving us some motto
his whereabouts. What say you, Irene
q, Irene's face had been 50 compile
IA shielded from the soft light of the astra
ne that small screen in her hand, that not {
," Eugene was sensible at first of any cha
in her countenance; but when thus
n, dressed by her uncle,> he saw on her cl
ed an unusual flush, and an expression of
ui deepest scorn curled her finely otrve,
ne as she replied, I presume he consult
ng own will and pleasure in thus considers
ne extending his probation of desired free'
lty and probably that o.,
ere She paused; her face glowed with
ace er color, for at that moment, the eye Of
bic gene was bent upon her with a strange
on, inquiring expression. Itwas singular,
ood when unembarrassed, ife's crimson
ing rarely ever kissed her cheek-seemi
hat centre all its, warmth in the rich
rg- her lip-bat when moved by the slig
lad agitation (seldom thoug gh it was) it ra
list changed its wonted course, leaving a
an natural pallor around her mouth. In
inns of being more confused when she c;
,ye' the curious expression of his eye. he
,me possession Immediately returned, an
of voice was perfectly collected when she
ma " asked the purport of Mr.. Malcolm
eat ter?
- Mr.. Irwin handed it to her, sayin
med was merely to announce his speedy CO
s off for he would sail in few days aftt
g to date of his letter.
n of sOlia, don't you wish he could be