Green-Mountain freeman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1844-1884, 1856-07-03
Bashfulness.

What fools folks are to be bashlul ! If any
one had the patience to write history Of
their miseries, the work would fill volumes.
We don't blame womankind of course, for
being timid young and blushing girl is
certainly subject for sympathy, if not abb
solutly an object Of interest" But bashlul
Man-who pitics him Look at him /! with
a distressing consciousness of having hands
and feet to dispose Getaways saying what
he never intended to say and doing what he
never intended to do-the butt of one sex, and
the aversion of the other-his case is surely
one that call for something more than COM
mon commiseraton
And yet, such persons often possess
wealth of affection and "a strength of intellect,
which only needs the stern discipline of the
world to quicken into lie and beauty. An
instance of this kind, in the case of friend,
just now occurs to us. No one, from his
calm and dignifed bearing. would suspect
now yet he was at twenty, the most bashful
person we ever saw. At school he always
had more whippings than any other boy-not
because he was either wlfu or mischievous,
but because, when accused OF anything he
would always blush and stammer-which the
master always persisted in considering con-
elusive evidence of guilt. AS he grew older,
bis bashfuHess rather increased than diminish
ed. He had an almost revcrentiai alteration
for the sex, yet he was very far from being a
favorite with them. And no wonder. If a
girl only looked at him, he would blush, hang
his head, and look just as though he had been
caught stealing sheep! Ifhe ever attempted
any little civilty, his awkwardness made it
positively annoying In waiting upon lady
across the room, he would generally contrive to
trip her up; or, in handing her from car
riage, he was pretty sure to land her in the
gutter.
But there was one who perceived the noble
intellect and loving heart that lay beneath
that unprepossessirg exterior. And she knew
that she was loved; his eyes had often told
her that, and with many innocent and winning
vile, she had tried TO induce him to to tell
her so in words. But all the opportunities
her womans tact gave him, were thrown a
way. The glance Of her little soft blue eye.
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thrilled him through and throughput he
stood in her presence like one dumb and bereft
of sense True, the words often trembled on
the tip of his tongue, yet he never had the
courage to utter them Piqued by what she
deemed his insensibilty, she at length cncour-
} aged the attentions of one for whoom she en-
tertained not the slightest affection. The
poor fellow suffered in silence for some weeks
until, at last, the fear of losing her altogcih.
! err wrung from his lips the avowal they should
| have uttered long before But, alas, it was
"too late;" and she told him so, and left the
t room.
t Years have passed since then. The hero OIL
: our sketch has become man. He has won
: wealth and distinction and a long in ercourst
= with the world has completely eradicated the
: blushing timidity of the bashfu boy. Blu
he has never married. So much for earl
n diffdence.
+ Reader, don't be bashfu. If you love your
n cousin, or il" somebody else" don't be afraid tt
l., tell her SO; but do it man-fashion. Tell he
d right out what you've got to offer, ask her tt
c name the day, and then go and "order the
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