Southern sentinel. [volume] (Plaquemine, Parish of Iberville [La.]) 1848-1858, 1857-09-12

BY GOV. FLOYD AT THE "wHITE HOUSE."
Had a tale to recount of the olden time
laying the scene thereof in, England France
Spain, or any of the old countries, to be asso,
ciated with so much romance and gorgeous
grandeur, in which there would be plenteons
sprinkling of lords and ladies', priests and nuns
magnificent palaces, haunted castles and
gloomy mOnasteFies, it would be far more ac~
ceptable to the great masses than if the scene
was laid here in this land of pIodding Yankees,
railroads, manufactures, and cotton specua>
tors; nevertheless / will endeavor to spin a
yarn, which, bg-lhe-way, is not altogether a
yarn, but facts and unvarlshed truths
! had he pleasure of spending few days
recently, continued Gov. f with distin-
guI~Ied friend Of niue n Richmond, aud while
there heard the following conversation between
the "lfe and daughter Of my host:
"La Inc, what impertinenee" exclaimed
Lizzie X, as she scanned beautiful coIored
nole handed her by a servant
WHAT occasions your surprise, my dear g
inquired her mother.
Rather say Indignation, mother, at being
asked, and even urged TO take tea this evening
at Mrs. Dnwner's, the tanners WIFE"
And why should you not, my dear?"
'Fhink YOU it will be p!6Ter, mother, for
me, the daughter of Judge K, one of the
wealthes and most distinguished men of the
city, to associate with such low bred me-
chanics 2
Indeed, my daughter, if they are mechan~
ics, they are people well TO do in the world,
respectable, pious, agreeable, and every way
worthy your acquaintance"
"ReaIly, mother" continued The young lady,
ab6 bar Loo l(Is, 4; 3.
think differently, and so far from encouraging,
prefer always being removed as far as possia
BILE from the laboFing classes. Besides, how is
it expected should enjoy myself in converse
with such people, whose only talk would be
about the stocks, and market, and their own
private concerns. Quite an intelIectaaItete. a.
tete would it be, mother dear?"
'tOh fie, Lizzie ie! But am to blame for
this. I've shown you too much indulgence;
you are spoilt; so must even now set about |
repairing my garden, and pluck out the weeds |
and tares ere it be too late.
"Come sit down beside me, Lizzie, and |
willgive your first lesson of worldly experience,
by relating TO you story, which trust will |
lower your pride, and make you better wo-
man. A woman with no pride my daughter, is
but drouing, easy creature, but one with too
much, Is naughty, niggard and selfish; both the
extreERes contemplate and mean. Be then
neitheF too fashionaby dressed nor too sloven.
", too devoted nor too worldly A mere
butterfly In the world of fashion and pleasure,
making but small pretensions to religion, is a
character bad enough, but worse to nay think
ing is the fiery zealot, on the other hand, who
has too many rigid virtues-Who is continually
railing against the world, displeased at anyr
Ehing1Iik social and rational enjoyment, and
shocked at the least merriment, dancing, play
De or any amusement that the heart, in its
'nIlness and gladness, prompts the young and I
sprightIy 10 indulge So, then, avoid extremes
If every description" But to the story: :
Sixteen years ago, Salem, in Virginia, was !
me of the most lovely villages imaginable: /: :
ituated in the heart of great valley of Vir~ !
riDia vet commanding most magnificent view r
Il tie bold outlines Of the Alleghanies and the I
Blue Ridge. The village contained no build. n
ngs of note save two: one of them, magni> +
cent tenement, the princely residence Of one lh
4 the .old Virginia aFistocracy;" the other the A
nly inn, small, quaint, yet pleasant house, | d
estled in the centre of the town. The pro- O
rietor of the one wealthy planter and dis~ 4
nguished officer of the State; the other poor b
pidow, whose only living depend on the profits y
hef GaDies winch were Out scahts as tleT0 was 81
tile travelling done. at that day through this
etired village. And the advent of stranger b
,as always a subject of curiosity and interest O
, the good townfolks, as il IS always so in b
le secluded villages and inns in the out oi-the
'ay places Of America t,
TO this little inn. a gaiIy.dressed, yet weary b
orn traveller picked his way one evening ia g
le autumn Of 49,. The buxom hostess, and b
or tidy daughter, were oil life, and frisked a. g