Nashville daily patriot. [volume] (Nashville, Tenn.) 1855-1857, 1856-04-17


strange, Wmanly expires sion, and depth Of mean
ing, which to look into made you think Of one in
spired. An enigma to many, and seeming contra
dicton in every way, she was nevertheless as sen
sitve as the mimosa; and playful, warm-hearted
Virginia girl, had among her companions many and
devoted friends -
The personal appearance Of those three young
girls would at any time have afforded representa-
lion of the passing hours of the day. The last
mentioned, with her varying mood and rosy
cheeks was the mornings chosen emblem-the
first in her proud Sultana like beauty, represented
the glorious, but langud noon-while the fair stu
dent seemed the very impersonation of the lovely
and pensive evening. Their characters, SO ex
tremely different, could not be better elucidated
than by their present action
"What book is it, Kate," inquired the Juno
beauty, as her companion asked the loan Of it for
few days.
'Moore's beautiful romance of Lalla Rookh, do
listen few moments" and she read aloud in her
clear, musical tones, one or two short passages
from First worshippers." The Southern girl list
ened passiVey, with her dark eyes half closed as
one in delightful dream.
snow, is not that true poetry" exclaimed the
fair reader almost enthusiastically as she closed
the book. The Sultana bowed her head, and the
motion was like the nod of white water-lily,
heavy with its own perfume But the "NOra Crei-
na," only h4flstening, turned from the contem-
plation of her little foot, and reaching up, pulled
10 of tha At hpp nh bpr
head On the slender stem swung a heavy, halt
unfolded bud, with drop or two Of crystal linger-
ing amid its velvet petals. She looked at it as
though its wonderful beauty were a thing to be
loved, and worshpped, then lightly pressing il to
her lips, she murmured to hersef-"this is true
poetry" and the little bough swaycd back to its
original place.
At this moment there was a quick rap at the
door, and the young monitress for the day made
her appearance, with her apron full of letters and
papers. "Miss Arabella Gordon" she read with
great gravity from the envelope of volumnous
looking packet, at the same time handing it to the
beauty reclining on the bed "Miss Kate Castiel-
manu." she continued, and that young lady re-
ceived couple of letters. Nothing for you to-
night, Jenny Seymour" sh added, addressing the
little figure by the window who lay looking up
earnestly into her pleasant face, as if to read
whether or not the apron held any missve for her.
"Nothing tonight, Jenny"-it was kindly meant to
convey the hope that tomorrow might be more
propitious.
A low and halfsuppressed sigh died on the red
line If nd Wild fool Of
illness crept down about her little heart. Yet why
should she even hope for kind messages from home,
such as were wont to brighten the eyes ami glad
den the hearts of her young companions? She was
orphan child, and without brother or sister
Her guardian, and only uncle, had recently died,
and Jenny was now without a home very
small property, the wreck of her former fortune,
remained, but not sufficient, after defrayng the
penses OF her elegant education, to support her,
unless seconded by her own exertions, and she
knew that she must now nerve herself to meet the
laborious and often thankless Office Of a teacher
When she first entered the school at L, she
was the widest, gayest child that ever joyed in its
own glad existence. She had mother and father
then, AID stately and beautiful home; now all
were gone, and she stood in tue wide world unpro-
tected and alone. The unfortun tie circumstances
of the past few years, had doubtless contributed
much towards giving her the strange and contra
dictory character which she now displayed. Her
nature was fresh, blthesome aud OVERLOOKING with
joy and kindness, but misfortune had too early
forced upon her mind the thoughts, and something
of the cares Of maturity so that she became a
strange, and often nexplicable compound of the
woman and the child.
"How very tiresomel !" exclaimed Bell Gordon,
as she threw from her to the farthest side of the
bed, the two handsome periodicals which her pack
ct had contained. "0ny to think of those stupid
Lady's Books, and expected letter from papa,
confirming his promise of carrying me with him to
Washington this winter. If one does not 60 into
ciety, what is the Of ones getting of school
Dear, dear, it is very provoking! !" and the i'm
patient beauty sprang up if to leave the apart
ment.
'Oh girls" exclaimed Kate, as she laid down
her first letter. and the large tears stood brmming
in her soft eyes, Il shall never see my dear old
Kentucky home again"
How ? why what is the matter, dear Kate ?"
cried both the others in a breath, alarmed at her
evident distress.
"My father writes me-" she replied half sobbing,
that he has disposed of our old home and is even
now about removing with his family to the South
ern part of Missouri And now !, who anticipated
so much happiness in returning home in few
weeks, must go away to that wild, haf-savage
country, and leave all my old friends and relatives
for a land Of strangers. Oh shall never, never
see the dear old place again." and the poor girl
sobbed as though her heart would break The
other two gathered close to her with caresses md
soh consoling words, for their fresh sympathies
we're enlisted, although their thoughts upon the
subject we're very different Bell understood that
her friend had met with what she considered dis
appointment, and she piled her; Jenny thought
how happy she would be to have a home aud
friends to go to, even if they lived beyond the
Rocky mountains, aud while she pitied. and strove
10 ne Hates agiIated feelings she also greatly
blamed her.
Dear Kate" she said in the soitest tones, 'rer
Nou wiz heii oe VIZ sVN' Se'- AS1f
mother, your kind father, your gentle sister-oh !
Kate, do not weep; you viii be at home still, for
they are home 7"
"Pshaw Jenny" exclaimed Bell, "you are al
ways encouraging Kate in her sentimeUtAliiy.
prophecy she will have half hundred wild Ojibe
way chief Us is not there such creatures live y
making pFlgrimAge to her shrine, by way Of ro-
nance, and when she grows tired Of that, she viii
nsrry some handsome poet, aud they win settle
doEn costly to spend their blissful days In some