Lewisburg chronicle. [volume] (Lewisburg, Pa.) 1850-1859, 1857-07-24
3" THE RiNGlETS!"

is no time better than now just draw up
and listen. Turn down the gas thcr
there'll be light enough to be cosy, ant
not enough to see my bushes.
Time-A great many years ago, ant
my Sophomore year in college.
Dramatis Prsone-Philip Hamilton
[that's myself, and Margaret Winfree
that's the girl | fell in love with
As said, l was a Sophomore. Well,
was young then, and had heart thai
throbbed like pocket volcano at the sigh
Of handsome girl, especially if she had
curls. Twas fancy of mine, then, thai
angels wore curls. I've lost that fancy
now.
1t was our Spring Vacation. During
that time, l visited the city Of Albany,
where l had an uncle living. Taking q
stroll one delightful morning through the
suburbs Of the city, l picked up minia
ture of a beautiful boy, exquisitely painted
on ivory. On the golden clasp was engra'
we'd the name, Hsabella Delano." ap.
piled to my uncle for information. From
him learned that Isabella Delsno was
the name Of an elderly lady who had but
recently come to the city. He had acci-
dcntally become acquainted with her thro'
his profession-that Of law-fOr to him
she applied for aid in some moneyed tran
saction.
"She attracted my attention somewhat" "
said she, Gas she seems to be a lady of
wealth, finely educated, accomplished, and
evidently accustomed to polished society,
but lives here in the most secluded man
ner, knowing no one, and apparently seek
ing no acquaintances. She has taken a
cottage mile out, where she and her
grand daughter, who is an orphan, and a
beautiful girl of some seventeen years, live
entirely by themselves. l will give you
a note of introduction" be added, "to the
old lady, and you can have the satisfaction
of returning the miniature and seeing her
granddaughter"
was not only willing, but anxious. l
found the cottage in snug, quiet spot,
nearly hidden in sh:ubbery land the flower.
bod, .-a .--;i:-s L~-.y -..~L'.~. .-..' every
thing about, showed the hand Of taste and
culture. A servant took my note Of intro.
duction, and was ushered into one Of the
most enchanting li,tle parlors that ever
graced my vision. Two or three rich
paintings hung uopn the walls, guitar
was leaning upon divan, around which
sheets of music were lying carelessly. A
portfolio lay open upon the table, upon
which notes, letters, and drawings, in all
stages of execution, were scattered in pro-
fusion.
had but moment to make my obser.
vations. l was conscious of football,
and stood face to face with the "beautiful
granddaughter"
Mrs. Lo. couldn't have been more firm.
ly rooted to the place where she stood,
when she found herself pillar Of salt, than
was before this divinity. l had though ght
that l knew what beauty was, before,
but now 1 confessed my ignorance. l
shall not try to describe her. The attempt
to put her beauty into language, would be
certain failure. Her great point of at
traction for me was her hair. 1t was nei.
ther the."ravcn black" of the novelist, nor
the poets "auburn' (Which don't mean
anything but red,) but peculiar, rich,
golden brown-a color that has no name,
stolen from the dyes of summer sunset.
1t wasn't "put up," nor crimped, nor jig
gered, but hung in a cataract Of dancing
curls. She always wore her hair in this
manner; hence her sobriques Of "The
Ringlets" Her eyes we're as indescriba-
bic as her hair. Of a color peculiarly her
own, they would pass under the general
name Of blue, but of an intensity al
meaning that may be felt, not described.
Did you ever SEQ speaking eyes? Her
eyes would say more in lifetime,if you'll
believe me.
While I stood eutranced, she spoke.
"Grandmother is ill this morning; she
wishes to be excused, and desires me to
receive Mr.. Hamilton"
made known my GRAND, and handed
her the miniature. She gave scream of
delight, and with an "Excuse me-" disap-
peared.
She was gone-I was, too. She soon
came back-I didn't. l heard her voice
knew she was pouring out her thanks
for restoring the miniature-had . vague
impression Of her saying something about
her little brother in hcaven-but the tones
of her voice entbralled me, and rendered
me oblivious to what she said. ! was in
a blissful stupor. rstammered ont some
thing, I don't know what, and started to
60. She spoke of my uncle's kindness to
them since thew had been in the city, and |