Vermont phÅ“nix. [volume] (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1834-1955, 1856-11-01


Of his wife, Mathew Cunning might have
smiled at the ascendaucy which the Imagination
had been allowed to gain over the Judgment
but although he desired no hrher destiny for
his daughters than TO sec them the wivc of re.
spectacle men in their own sphere of lie, still, he
could not refuse her last request, and made the
required promise. Could he have loreseen the
future
As soon as the daughters could hecome rec
oncied to the thought Of leaving the grave of
their beloved mother, aud the many endearng
associations Of their childhood, for tho vast city
where they wonld be 'unknowing and unknown,
they started for the great metropolis. They
arrived there in Iune--that month whose de-
lights the tyraht fashion has compelled the ar
isiocracy OF BriIains Isle to iorcgo, aud obligcs
them TO remain in the city when they would
fam be rcposing beneath the shade Of those giant
trees that wave so proudly over the ancesiral
homes Of Engands' naughty nobility.
Matthew Cunning, willing to fulfil his wife's
wishes as far as possible, took lodgings in n
fashionable hotel, and ere many weeks had
elapsed, London was in an uproar. Who were
those angels that had suddenly appeared as if
/
pole calls il, was unparalleled The young
mobiles whose tastes were saied with the usual
London bellies begged their stately mammas
to leave their cards upon our heroines il they
wished them ever 10 assist at their monthly
balls ; and if the arsiocratic parent refused up
on the plea of their being 'nobudies, the youth
ful peers declared they would repair to their
clubs whenever their mothers or sisters part!c-
ularly desired their escoi.
And so it went day after day, and week
after week, the gate Of the hotel was ihronged
with England's proudes, and nobest and the
eyes Of the fair Ireland daisies were almost daz-
zled by the array Of brilliant names, whose cards
were hourly sent to them and even Matthew
Cunning began to think that his wife was not
50 foolish in her aspirings as he had once deem
ed her. From the duchess 10 the baronels lady
from the peeress, who boosted Of descent from
the Planiagencts. to the porrcnu Of Yesterday,
all alike sirove to do them honor and more
than once has the proud duchess, in whose veins
flow ed the blood of kings, found her rooms de-
serted on the night of her most magnificent feie
because why she had neglected to invite
the Cummings aud to her modification. she
would hear that The rooms of the rich bankers
wife were crowded the same evening by the
eH'e Of The nobility, and the magnet of ai,rac-
iion was the fair sisters.
The aristocracy, with few exceptions, gave
way before the overwhelming tide Of excite
moni that was rushing on Ikea mighty torrent
and usually invincble aiisiocraiic walls af Al
mack's fell, without a blow, before the irress-
tible power ofb beauty. And now, had the moth
or been alive she might, indeed have thought
her fairy dream fully realized.
No person who was not spectator can
scarcely conceive Of the rage for the fair sis
tiers that was evinced by the fashionable world
Horace Walpole in his letter speaks OF it as
the most extraordinary thing that had happened
for centuries. Selwyn, the famous vii, was
devoted friend Of the elder sister, and eviuced
it for many year.
And now came the croyning scene in tie
of the mos, couried and admired of the unlnar-
red mobiles, at whose approach the managing
mamas famed themselves violently, so rs 10 ap-
pear uncoucernod and the unconscious daugh-
tors looked down and smeleG their boqueis-
whose movements were watched by many a
glitering eve and anxious heart. lie, tho
young and naughty Duke Of Hamilton and
Brandon, was yanquished by the charms Of
Young Elizabeth and before the end Of the
season the duca cOronet was in reality placed
upon those shining trosses. In the course of
a iorinigh, from her sisters marriage, Louisa
was married 10 the young Marquis of Coven-
try.
The rest OF their career is known to all the
world Who has not heard Of the shoemaker
ing a slipper he was making for Lady Cuven-
try, at penny a head Aud who has not
read, with amazement of a thousand persons
who set up all night around the doors of a ho-
tel, TO see the Duchess Of Hamilton enter her
carriage at an early hour in the morning
/ Who would ever have dreamed that the daugh-
,ers of an humble Irish farmer shonld thus be-
come an integral part of that naughty aristoc-
racy of England But 50 it was and the
bright haired Lizzie, who recined beneath the
willow, hushed to sleep by the music of her
mothers spinning wheel, lived to become the
wife of ico Dukes, and the mother Of four
(Aiter the death Of her first husband, she mar
ried the Duke Of Argyle.)
There is scarcely an instance on record,
which more clearly proves that truth is of
times stranger than felton, than the history Of
tic motherless daughters Of Matthew Gun
ming.
A TEMPERANCE STORY.
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