Green-Mountain freeman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1844-1884, 1856-07-31

"They never loved as thou and l,
Who vinlicate the moral
That aught which sweetens love can lie
In true loves lightest quarrel"
Z" 1t is certainly disagreeable to love another
so much "
This original remark was uttered as stage
solloquy, the little dressing or sitting-room
having no other occupant than the very pretty
woman who laid down her book with a yawn,
and took up her tidy in crotchet, lazily netting
few stitches. To one who had never suffered
from this excess of idolatry, it might be con-
sidered rather singular complaint: but the
case stood thus Flora Hastings had been a
wife the very long time of three months and
half. Her wardrobe and house being in COM
plete order her husband very much at leisure
in business, and with ample means, they had
found nothing better to do than the very mod
ern and very selfish occupation of g living for
each other" That is, they had declined all
party invitations after the first gloss of the
bridal dress was dimmed, and when seen at all
in public, were always together, she leaning
upon his arm with an enviable air of self-satis-
faction. looking up into his face with most
adoring glance whenever he chanced to speak,
and he in turn bending down to catch her most
trivial remark with devotion that would have
become just-engaged lover If at concert
he famed her, he supported her opera glass he
carried her hood and shawl But even music,
in which they both professed to be amateurs,
seemed to have lost its accustomed charm, and
they were certain to leave at the end OF part
first no matter what were the attractions OF the
bill to less absorbed spectators.
In short, everybody said-and everybody
when turned gossip, is not civil or compliment
tary ottentimes that 50 they were making fools
of themselves, and it could not last forever" "
Some persons are SO envious Of anything in
which they do not share
They did not live in the city in the summer
season, hut at Mr.. Hastings little country
house-large enough, however, to be thorough
ly comfortable and well fitted, and with a head
servant who never bothered her mistress by
asking instructions, which were comprehended
in one senteuce, " You know best, Margaret ="
So they lived an idle, fond, and, as they imag-
ined, perfectly happy life, with flowers which
the gardener cultivated, u little music, and the
new books Of the season They did not invite
any company to Brookside :; they did not wish
any Mr.. Hastings rode to town between nine
and ten, returning by three, and from that time
they were constantly together reading, walking
or driving in the low carriage, one Of their late
acquisitions.
At first they thought it delightful tie sit to-
gethsr on the verandah, Mr.. Hastings enjoying
his after dinner cigar and the newspaper, Flora
with the last new novel and exquisite silver pa
per-cutter, that had been one of the engage
ment presents. But they did not get on very
well, there was so much talking to do between
times, and at last they conceived the happy
idea of reading aloud Four whole days this
had been considered the height of enjoyment.
They scarcely tasted the dessert, so anxious
WCIC bliCy W ICouuIC VIC pilCdu vi Cu0 oJOlJ
Then the sowing chair and the work basket took
their place outside the easement window, and
Flora, with the prettiest and most becoming air
of industry, listened to Mr. Hastings, who sat
with his feet supported at considerable angle
on the trellis of the porch, his chair artistical-
ly balanced, and his head adorned by broad
leaved straw hat, not because he needed it, but
Flora considered it particularly becoming to his
dark, Spanish, melo-dramatic style of face and
figure.
And then these little episodes of comment
and criticism, the hero and heroine being in all
cases judged and tested by their individual ex-
perience, and pronounced wanting if the scales
were not poised to the most minute equality
GA quarrel My dear Alfred, how can any
woman speak unkindy to her husband
should be ready to bite my tongue off if coult
be guilty of 1t to you"
my precious love would never think of sucl
thing, AIN sure. Bat all women have mo-
such angelic tempers, dearest
:" And then some men are 80 provoking, no
in the least like my Alfred. How did it ever
ever happen you could ever care for me -
Considering Miss Flora Willis was the prett
est, most admired and weaIthiest young lad
of Mr.. Hastings acquaintance, Ii Uds rathe
singular
Angel " 1t was well the thicket of swee
brier formed such perfect screen, as the hea,
emily epithet was empasized with most enraI
tured kiss
g How long have We been married, love
inquired the angel in the most captivatingl
thoughtfrl mood, her hand looking SO YER
white and small as it rested on his iet-blac
whisker.
Three months, fourteen days and a-hal
my pet, responded the happy husband, wit
the precision Of Il country tombstone, or obitu
ary notice. % Fifteen weeks to morrow since
was md s. very, very happy
g And we love each other as dearly as evel
How strange!
'' Yes, more dearly. Very. And they tol
US we should change"
Such sarcastic repadiation of tn, charge
was conveyed in that tone and glance - TAev
would have been withered by it; even the bio
SONS Of the sweet bricr shook and tremblod.
g You could not be unkind to your poor Ii
tie Flora -
"Never. my own darling And she wou
not give her husband -
. NEUTRALITY-SUSPICIOUS..
The reader is to suppose the blanks filled
an accompaniment between the murmur of
Eolian harp and the coo of wood-pigeon.