The Winchester appeal. [volume] (Winchester, Tenn.) 1856-1856, 1856-02-23

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fashionable world will be obliged to
have new style of furniture, because
we country people have learned the
names, and are beginning to initiate
the style; but we were speaking of Is
abella. | think she is not as happy in
the midst of this splendor as am, be-
cause am always busy. 1t is not nee
essary for Isabella to labor, and it re-
quires considerable decision of char
acter to keep ones self employed
where there is no necessity to labor.
"lf lset my pantry in order, have
no one to dis arrange it; and am more
than repaid by the pleasure take in |
seeing it tidy. If | stitch the wrist
band, Of darn the stocking, know this |
will add to the comfort OF him love-
if weed and water my flowers, they |
always smile upon me in return. Ev- !
en- in cooking, which so many count q |
drudgery, am always thinking how
can make the best article with the |
least expense and trouble. At cousin
isabella S the servants do all this, and
size takes no interest except to scold
them occasionally, when things are too
bad. When in company Isabella is
the cpersonllicatjOn OF gayety; but sus-
peCt there are many hours when she
sits alone in her splendid apartment,
and slgbs, though she cannot tell why.
lam far more inclined to pity her than
to envy her, | am sure"
"Bnt YOU say they love each other
Surely, when evening comes, when
the brilliant chandelier is lighted in
the hall, and The parlor is Illuminated,
when the heated air is diHilSed so soft
", when they draw around that splen-
did ccnter-ta5Ie. strewed with cngrav-
ings and periodicals, then Isabella
must be happy
"Yes; her dreamy eyes light up;
and as William puts on his embroider-
ed slippers, and seats himself beside
her, kisses her fair cheek, and plays
with her iewcled fingers. and calls her
all sorts Of fond names, and looks
perfectly happy but after short time
he takes ncNSpaper--the ouly read
ing he seems to have any taste for
and she looks over the last magazine,
Or does little fancy work, and 50 the
evening passes, varied, perhaps occa-
sionally by some trifiing conversation,
Or a dash more Of fondling,"
"You do not approve Of atiactonate
manners, altogether, do you, Mrs.
Howell p said the gentleman, with
much gravity.
"No--you know I do not" said the
wife. smiling; "but it is like rich cake
"a little mingled with plain food is
delicious: but were to live upon it,
should soon get cloyed. No, Edward,
when, after having been busy all day,
the evening comes, and we sit down in
our own little sittng-ro0m and read to-
gether, occasionally laying aside the
book to interchange thoughts and give
expression to ideas and feelings we
might never have had if the reading
had not given rise to them, am sure
enjoy a more exalted happiness than
Isabella ever knew. But look, it has
grown quite dark since we have been
idling here. Let me go till | bring
} lights. and then will take my knitting
work, which have scarcely dared
l show at cousin lsabcIla'S, and you will
? read to me from those charming mis-.
E cellanes of Macaulay once more
r The next morning, when Mr.. How
t ell saw his wife in neat morning
: dress, tripping lightly about the house
a and heard her musical voice singing:
\ "'Tls home whcr'er the heart is.
= Where'er the loved ones dwell" "
: he felt quite sure the heart contained
c a wealth Of happiness which none.
$ could never have bestowed.