Spirit of the age. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1849-1865, 1856-11-19

'tOh, those nass aechanics How
hate then !! cor1 spit upon them -
Who would marry mechanic 7"
Thus said a be- ssSin one Of our over
grown villages to companions as they
we're sitting in soor Of her fathers
stately mansion.
It was lovely ing in June, when
The moon bathes IS. nth in floods Of soft
and mellow light ss.s the long day is
done, that ac lrV surred. Almost
u rasilona6le Sies 81. " I'll ao nad enjoyed ller
daylight hours. loangipg on silken sofas,
or in poring over the sickly pages of the
last wishy washy novel-the loafer tired
of his lounge in the shade beneath some
store awning-the pale, dreamy student
and the industrious and hard working me-
ehanic, were all out enjoying the beauty of
the evening in promenade, after long
and sultry day.
yes truly, Jane, iterated one Of her
companions, who would marry a mechanic?
1t wouldn't be me [ assure you.'
Nor me-, said another, as an honest
typo passed.
There was yet one more, a lovely girl of
some seventeen summers, who had refrain
cd from any remarks upon those who pass
ed. But when the other three had spent
their opinions, while smile wreathed her
face and beamed in her eyes, said: 9 I, for
one, would marry mechanleP
Marry mechanic ? spontaneously
burst from the lips of her companions,
why Ellen you are crazy. Your father
so wealthy, and you marry mechanic ?
Ha ha ha! and all burst into loud
hilarious laugh
Yes, indeed I would, resumed Ellen,
just marry mechanic. You may say and
laugh as much as you please about it, but
| am not crazy or anything Of the sort
I'm in real earnest | don't care if was
worth millions. Wealth would, and could
not influence me in the least. If [ loved
him would sooner wed that poor printer,
as you call him, than John Jacob Astor."
why, Ellen resumed the first speaker,
"the idea is perfectly preposterous. For
my own part | would rather rcommit suicide
than disgrace my parent by marrying one
of those fellows. Pooh horrible /"
Every well, Jane, do as you please, and
think as you please, and I shall do the
same"
''That is my intention, Ellen. I am
going to do that very thing; but I shall
never call you cousin again, after you get
your great strapping xzsband ola mechan-
ic;; mind thai g.
home. neat little c5sage IN the suburbs Of
the town and the others into the parlor of
Mr.. Roscomb's gay mansion on-street.
Jane Roscomb was the only daughter of
wealthy parents. Her father was a retired
merchant living on the interest of his mon
ey But he had not always been mer-
chant. After serving regular apprentice
ship to the shoemaking business, he had
: worked for many years as jour in some of
the Eastern cities, whence he emigrated,
and after working few more years at his
trade in the aforesaid village, finally gath
: cred sufficient money to start small gro
Gerry. Being more fortunate in this than
: at the former business, his little stock grew
:. until it was the best store in the village
His wife dying, he quit merchandising, anc
retired to private life.
. Little did the rich fashion loving Ros
r comb think, or want to know, or care
e either, how her father gathered his thous
ands-t was sufficient for her that he pos
= sessed wealth, and that, in her estimation
:. was the summum konum of all earthl,
! happiness. She was rather good looking
: yet not one of those angels which the nov
~ elist delights to paint. Her chief fort
] was piano and sofa. In touching the key
J., T. of the one with her snow white fingers an
- making sweet tones of music; and loungin
20 on the other, perhaps shedding tears owe
~ ~ the pages of the last yellow covered novel
- =, in which she excelled.
- But what of her cousin, the modest Ellie
- = Love. AS we have said before, she live
- " in neat white cottage in the suburbs
=. :: the village.
- - He was richer by far than Mr.. Ro
:, = comb, yet Ellen, the modest and beautif
~, Ellen, his only child, would wed a lo1
~ - mean bred mechanic, even though her tip:
" fashionable cousin Jane foreswore ev
~ calling her cousin again.
"a So it is with the world.
ol The real aristocracy do not consider
All low 10 sup anu epedA w thO UOESol uP
" 1'h the street, but the affected, cringing pa
AZ, -: of the would be upper tendon, better know
~ by the appellation Of Goldfish aristocrac
!, +" think it bemeaning to look towards m
ane inc who sports a seedy coat or hat.
- ,;os But six months roll over the heads Of 0
roo ~ heroines one is yet the avowed friend
;eb the son Of toll, the other as before. It
MD MD evening, a cold, clear, November evenil
;cb The cottage of Mr.. Love is all stir a
,ra ~. hustle. There are bright lights streami
h;n forth from every window. There is swe
aht e,t soul-stirring music and gay laughter &c
IL ing throughout the house, and light for
~ full of youth and hilarity Gripping
lignt fantastic toe" in the old hall.
tho Can you guess it-what it all meal
.ro-0 Su0 Ay, some one says Ellen Love is gett
T married. No, no, reader, she is MARI
liz Do YOU not see her there standing by
no ~ side of that noble looking man? That
NO Ellen Love, no longer SO now, for she is
wife of George Hart, an industrious
ator. economical son of toil-an honest Prin
iules But what of the aristocratic Jane !
esert comb? Perhaps the reader would lil
) the know something of her? Well, we
n the tell YOU. There came from the Sou
t YOU Young man to spend the summer II
ney." village, an entire stranger to all the In