The Cadiz Democratic sentinel. [volume] (Cadiz, Ohio) 1854-1864, 1857-03-11

WHITE HOUSE.
Had I a tale to recount Of the olden time
laying the scene thereof in England, France
Spain, or any of the old countries, to us asSocia
ted with so much romance and gorgeous grand
eur, in which there would q plenteous sprink
ding of lords and ladies, priests and nuns, mag
nifcent palaces, haunted castles and gloomy
monaserics it woal be lar more acceptible tC
the great masses than ifthe scene was laid here
IN this land Of plodding Yankees, railroads
manufactures, and cotton speculations; never
theIcss, will endeayor to spin yarn, which
By the way, is not altogether yarn, but facts
and unvarnished truths.
] had the pleasure Of spending few days
recently, continued Gov. Il. with distinguished
friend Of mine in Richmond, and while there,
heard tho following conversation between the
wife and daughter of my host.
''La! me, what ilnpertincnce!" exclaimed Liz.
zie X. as she scanned a beautiful colored note
handed her by servant, n
"What occasions your surprise my dear?''
enquired her mother. n
"Rather say indignation, mother at being
asked, and eyenurged to take tea this evening
at Mrs. Downer's, the tanners wife"
s4And why should you not, my dcat?'
"Think you it would be proper mother, foi
me, the daughter Of Judge X, one of the veal.
thiest and most distinguished men of the city
toassociate with such low bred mechanics?"
"Indeed, my daughter, if they are mechanics
they are people we'll to do in the world re-
spectacle, pious agreeable, and every way wor-
thy your acquaintance"
"Really, mother" continued the young
iady8s she tossed her pretty head, 'q'm dispo.
sed to think differehtly, and so far from encoua
ging, prefer being always removed as far as
possible from the laboring classes. Besides
how is it expected that should enjoy myselfir
converse with such people, whose only talk wod
be about the stocks the market, and their own
private concerns. Quite an intellectual tete-a-
teie would it be, mother dear?"
"Oh! fe, Lizzie, fie! but am to blame fol
this. I've shown you too much indulgence; you
are spoilt; so l must even now set about repair
ing my garden, and pluck out the weeds and
tares ere it be too late.
Come sit down beside me Lizzie, and will
give you your first lesson Of worldly wisdom,
from my great store Of worldly experience, by
relating to youa story, which trust will low
or your pride, and make You better wo-
man, a woman with no pride my daughter, is
buta droning, easy creature, but one with too
much, is haughty, niggard and selfish; both the
extremes contemplate and mean. Be then,
neither too fashonably dressed, nor too slovenly
too deyout,nor too worldly. A mere butterfly
III the world Of fashion and pleasure making
but tsmall pretensions to religion, is character
bad saeagh sbut.worse to my thinking is the f.
cry z6aldi, "a the other hand, who has too many
rigid virtues; who is continually reyiling against
the world, displeased at anything like social and
rational enjoyment, and shocked at the least
Inerriment, dancing, playing or any amusement
tAat 81 the heart in its fullness and gladness
prompts the young and sprightly to indulge
6o,Ahen, avoid extremes ofeyery description.
But to the story.
Sixteen years ago, Salem, in Virginia, was
one Of the most lovely villages imaginable; stu
ated ID the heart otthe great valley Of Virginia
Wit accommodating o magnificent view Of the bold
outlines Of the Alleghellies and the Blue Ridge
Thcvillage contained no buildings Of note save
two;one Of them, q magnificent tenement, the
rrincely residence Of one Of the "old Virgins
aiytCcracy;' the other, the only Inn, d small
quaint yet pleasant house nestled in the centeI
oitown. The proprietor Of the one, wealthy