The Potter journal. [volume] (Coudersport, Pa.) 1857-1872, 1857-07-09

son and large party of her friends, We
: found ourselves rather startled and un
} comfortable at Newport one hot day il
! August. Hot no, not SO very hot, bu
dusty, uncomfortable. Everything was
new; our dresses were new and rather
tight; our crinoline was prodigious; oul
heads, accustomed only to our own dres
sing, were screwed into unimaginable tor
ment by our maid Matilde. In this state
I ate my first dinner and took survey
Fortunately our dresses (thanks to Mrs
Gibson, who had taken contract to dress
us as if we were two French dolls, and
had fulfilled it to admiration,) were very
handsome. We were spared the humili.
alton of finding ourselves badly dressed
at Newport, perhaps one of the greatest
of the pctites miSeres of life! We had
good rooms; we were introduced right
and left; we had the golden key which
unlocks exclusive Fashions innermost
wicket-door-we had money!
Another advantage we had, We were
new. A something to do is the great
want of the Newport habtuss, and a
something to talk about, the absolute ne
cessity For few days we furnished
them occupation; at the end of three, Mrs.
Pastor, who sat opposite Us at table, knew
all about US that we had distant rela-
tive in the Cabinet of one of the Presi-
dents; that we had so much (and no
more) money; what the family politics
were; what religion we professed; and
Mrs. Patson sought our acquaintance,
and we entered on the Newport course
with heavy bets on our success.
Shadow of Sutherland. did you rise
before me to suggest that equine simile
Well, to return to my first dinner
next me sat Mr. Gibson, a man whose
vision, though straight enough as to the
physical eye, was singularly oblique when
contemplated with that second set of op-
tics which we all possess, and which looks
beyond and behind the other. To have
contemplated Mr.. Gibson with this Sec
ond pair of eyes, (Which never grow fee
bic with years, and only need spectacles
in extreme youth,) one would have seen
that he was afflicted with sort of moral
strabismus, and that some things were
lamentably confused to him, while others
were peculiarly adapted to his angle of
vision; for instance, Mr.. Gibson never
failed to see what he defined as 'person
of consequence" and was as blind as Bell
sarius to person of "ao consequence" "
Perhaps, however, he was as good cic-
erone at Newport as could have had,
though for "guide, philosopher and
friend" in any other sphere, I should not
have chosen him.
"Who is that young man who looks SO
much like horse 2" | asked of Mr. Glib
son.
"My dear Mrs. Clifton, how can you
say such things? That is Mr.. Suther-
land, young man of the greatest conse-
quence He is very rich, very aristo-
cratic, a little given to gaming, and they
say, rather too fond of horse-racing, and
such little expensive amusements; how
ever, if he doesn't injure his fortune, no
matter; he will soon have sown his wild
oats"
HE looks to me as if he were in the
habit of eating them"
"He be" !" said Mr. Gibson, who new
er laughed sincerely at any joke at an
aristocrat.
"And who is that little woman who
looks so much like poodle-dog"
"Now, Mrs. Clifton, you are too bad !.
That is Mrs. Smithson, the most exclu-
sive woman here. Allow me to say, that
if Mrs. Smithson and Mrs. PASTOR ask to
be introduced to you, your fortune is
made [ mean at Newport"
must confess [ was little angry at
the imagined condescension of these la
dies; but | knew Mr.. Gibson, and | for
gave him, for l remembered his stra-
bismus.
who is the lovely woman with roses
in her hair, who is taking such care OF
the stupid little man by her side p
"Ah! that is Mrs. Morris Borrowe,
the beauty, the petted of fortune, SO
amiable, so careful too Never hear any
thing against Mrs. Morres Borrowe' and
the little man, twice her age, is Mr.. Nor