Plymouth weekly banner. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1855-1856, 1856-03-27
From Pete rSon's Magazine.
My First Equestrian Experience.
BY CARRY STANLEY.

| was jus, sixteen. and was spending
the summer at my uncle Jacks. in Sum.
merville. the most beautiful Of all Con-
necticut's beautiful villages. The beau
of the place was Phil Darrah. Not that
Phil was by any means the only eligible
young man in Summersville; bu, he had
fortune left him by maiden aunt; aud
he was intelligent, and gooj-looking: and
fas,idious; and inserted his superiority in
such an indisputable way. that every bo.
dy yielded as matter Of course.
The first time that saw him was at
church on the Sunday after my arrival
The good. dtonirg old clergyman was
reading the first lesson. and the monoto-
nous tone. combined with the waiting of
fans. and the warm summer air. had lul-
led me into dreamy state mes. unusual;
and sat and watched the waving boughs
through the open window. and thought
how much more glosiously their green
leaved tongues talked Of heaven, than |
feared the pnper-leaved sermon would
do.
Sydney Smith hns said. that q sparrow
fluttering about the church, is an antago.
mist which the most profound theologian
in Europe is wholly unable 20 overcome
This was varfied in the case Of good Mr..
Clarke on this day, for in the midst oi the
Sa bbath stiffness there was q slow. meas.
ured tread down the carpeted aisle. and
the bonnets Of white, pink. or blue which
had been reso!utely turned toward the
pulpit. suddenly presented fronts to the
aisle. and cheeks dimpled. and eyes light
ed as they rested on the handsome young
fellow who leisurely sauntered down TO
the pew in from, of the chsncel.
SO eudeth the first lesson said the
minister. as the intruder took his seat
telegra phed to my pretty little brown
eyed cousin to inquire his name. but she
demurely smiled and turned over the
leaves Of her prayer book to the TIE dcum
laudamus.
Now my uncle Jack never missed any
thing that was going on in church. asleep
or awake. have seen him knsel down
in his pew. and make all the responses as
correctly as the clergyman, and indulge
in a comfortable nap at the same time
So seeing my telegraphic dispatch 10 Jen-
ny. he whispered to me.
Its no use. Garry, you are not rich
enough for Phil Darrah. But take care.
for he 8 dreadful firt.'
Diamond cut diamond retorted /. as
the congregation arose, and saw that the
individual in question was gazing earnest
ly at our pew.
| | endeavored in vain after this, to fix
my thoughts earnestly on the beautiful
church service. The green leaves. and
the blue sky. and The soft summer air,
had no longer power to WOO my thoughts
to the green pastures and the still waters
of the celestial home. | was curiously
specializing upon the character of the
Adonis in the front pew.
Church was out, and we were saunter-
ing leisurely along under the green ar
cades which shaded every street in Sum.
mersville, when Jenny whispered.
Here he comes, Carry and she had
scarcely finished ere. 'hs' was at her side,
and l was introduced TO Phillip Dsrrsh
How pleasantly the weeks glided by,
that beautiful summertime. Oh! he
drives, and he sails. and the pic MICS, and
the fruit parties. Aud always by my
side was that tall. handsome Phil Darrah,
with his grey eyes and curling hair. and
a certain je nc sails quoi of manner that
kept my heart ia a perpetual futter.
/ say always but some times as l sat
by the parlor window of an evening.
would see him go in at Mr.. Loomis' on
the opposite corner; and Mr.. Loomis'
disagreesb BILE niece, with her sixty thous-
and dollars, who was then on a visit TO
her uncle. would play and sing for him
till vowed would never touch an ivory
key again.
1T wou't do Carry said my uncle
Jack. after ole Of the evenings. she sung.
Am Not Fondly Thine Own. last night
and to-day / saw Dsrrah's coachman
lssvss'msgnidcisns Bouquet there
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