Western Reserve chronicle. [volume] (Warren, Ohio) 1855-1921, 1857-01-28

matter of twin children, there has been
series of puzzles ever since the days of
Dromias. Nearly at an age l believe
that al this moment both have turned
nineteen, and neither has reached twen-
ty, exactly of a stature, so high that
Frederick the Great would have coveted
them for his tall regiment-with hazel
eyes, large mouths, full lips, white teeth,
brown hair, clear healthy compilations,
and that sort of nose which is neither
Grecian, or Roman, nor acquiline, nor
Ie peti mes retriesse that some persons
prefer 10 them all but a nose which,
moderately prominent, and sufficiently
well-shaped, is yet, as far as l know,
anonymous, although it be perhaps as
common and as well looking feature as
is to be seen on the English face.
Altogether, they were pair of come
ly maidens, and being constantly at
tired in garments of the same color and
fashion, looked at all times SO much alike
that no stranger ever dreamed of know
ing them apart; and even their acquain-
tances were rather accustomed to think
and speak of them as the Evans" than
as separate individuals Jane and Patty.
Even those who did pretend to distin-
guish the one from the other, were not
exempt from mistakes, which the sisters
Patty especially. who delighted in the
fun, so often produced by the unusual
resemblance-were apt TO favor by
changing the places in walk. or slip
ping from one side to the other at a
country tea party, or playing hundred
little innocent tricks TO occasion at once
a grave blunder and merry laugh.
Old Dinah Goodwin, for instance
who being rather purblind, was jealous
of being suspected of seeing less clearly
than her neighbors, and had defed even
the Evanses to puzzle her discernment
seeking in vain on Patty's hand the
cut finger she had dressed on James,
ascribed the incredible cure TO the mer-
its of her own incomprehensible salve /;
and could be hardly unleceived, even
by the pulling off of James glove and the
exhibition of the lacerated digital sewed
round by her own bandage.
Young George Kaily. too, the greatest
beau in the parish. having betted at
Christmas parry that he would dance
with every pretty girl in the room. lost
his wager (Which Patty had overheard)
by that saucy damsels slipping into her
sisters place, and persuading her to join
her own unconscious partner; so that
George danced twice with Patty, and
not at all with Jane. A bantering piece
of malice, which proved, as the young
gentleman a rustic exquisite of the first
water) was pleased TO assert. that Miss
Patty was not displeased with her part
ner. How little does vain man know
of woman kind If she had liked him,
she would not have played the thick for
the mines of Golconda.
In short, from their school-days, when
Jane was chidden for Patty's bad work; /;
and Patty slapped for James bad spin
ming, down to this, their prime of wo-
manhood, there had been no end to the
confusion produced by this remarkable
instance of family likeness.
And yet Nature-who sets some mark
of individuality upon even her meanest
productions, making some unnoticed diff
ference between the lambs dropped from
one eve, the robins bred in one nest, the
flowers growing on one stalk, and the
leaves hanging from one tree-had not
left these young maidens without one
great and permanent distinctiOn-a nat
ural and striking dissimilarity of temper.
Equally industrious, affeclionate, happy
and kind each was kind, happy. affec-
tionate, and industrious in different
way. Jane was grave; Patty was gay.
If you heard laugh or song, be sure
it was Patty; she who jumped the style,
when her sister opened The gate, was
Patty; she who chased the pigs from
the garden as merrily as if she was run
ming a race. SO that the pigs did not
mind her, was Patty.
On the other hand, she that so care
fully was making, with its own ravelled
threads, an invisible darn in her moth
er's handkerchief, and her little sister
read the while; she that was so patiently
feeding. one by one. two broods of
young turkeys; she tLat 50 pensively
was watering her own bed of rare flow
ers-the pale hues of the Alpine pink.
or the alabaster blossoms of the white
evening primrose, whose modest flow
ers dying off into blush, resembIed her
own character-was Jane.
Some of the gossips OF Abelieigh used
to assert that James signing over the
flowers, as well as the early steadiness
of her character, arose from an engage
ment to my lord's head gardener, an in
telligeni. sedate and sober young Scotch
man. Of this l knew nothing. Certain
it is that the prettiest and newest plants
were to be found in James flower bor-
der; and if Mr.. Archibald Maclane did
sometimes come to look rfter them,