The Union and eastern journal. [volume] (Biddeford [Me.]) 1854-1858, 1857-12-25

chronieled by me.
How was created, and by whom p
Young gentlcwoman Il honor YOU by
using word peculiar to my day, when
the maidcns were neither ''misscs' nor
.young ladies'" but essentially gentlcwo-
men, | derived my birth from two great
powers on carth-Genius and Love; but
| will speak more plainly. 1t was sum-
mcr's day-such summers one never sees
now-that | came TO life under my orig
inator's hand. He sat painting in a
quaint old library, and the image before
him was the original OF what YOU SEQ.
\ look at myself will explain much
that my creator was a young, seli-taught,
and rs vet, only half.taught artist, who,
charmed with the expression, left accu-
rate drawing to take its chance. His
si,tcr's character and fortune are indica-
ted, too; though she was not beautiful,
sweetness and dignity are in the large
dark ewes, and finely pencilled eyebrows
aud while the pearls, the velvet, and the
lace. show wealth and rank, the rose in
her bosom implies simple maidcnly tastes,
Thus the likeness tells its own tale - she
was the daughter ofan carl, anu he apoor
artist.
Many a time during the first day ol
NV existence heard the sweet voice OF
Lady Jean talking in kindly courtesy to
the painter as he drew. "She was half
ashamed that her father had asked him
to paint only miniature he whose gen.
ius and inclination led him to the highest
walks of ant" But the artist answered
somewhat confusedly, "That having been
brought up near her fathers estate, he
was only too happy TO paint any likeness
OF the Lady Jean" And ! do believe he
was.
Il also have heard of YOU, Mr.. Bethune,'
was the answer; and the lady's aristo-
cra,ically pale check was tinged with a
faint rose color, which the observant ar
tist would tain have immortalized, but
could not tor the trembling hand. "lt
gives me pleasure" she continued, with
quiet dignity BETTING her rank and
her womanhood, ITO not only make the
acquaintance of the promising artist, but
the good man."
All me. it was a mercy Norman Be-
thunc did not annihilatc my airy exist
encc altogether with that hurried dash OF
the pencil; it made the mouth awry, rs
you may see in me TO this day.
There was hasty summons from the
earl, that himself and Sir Anthony de-
sired the presence OF the Lady Jean.-
An expression of pain, half of anger,
crossed her face rs she replied,
-Say tina, attend my father. | be-
lieve," she continued, I've must end the
sitting for to-day. Will YOU leave the
miniature here. Mr.. Bethume 2
The artist mu,tercd something about
working on j, at home, with Lady Jeans
permission and as one of the attendants
touched me. he snatched me up with such
anxiety that he had very nearly destroyed
his own work.
.Ah. twould be unco like her bonnie
face gin she were as blithe as she was
this morn. But that Gamma be, wi donr
father like the earl, aud is uncomely wick
cd wooer like Sir Anthony. Hech, sir,
but | am woe for the Leddy Jean"
know not why Norman should have
listened to the "auld wife clavcrs." nor
why, as he carried me home, | should
have felt his heart beating against me to
degree that sadly endangered my young
life. | suppose il was his sorrow for
having thus sp, lied my halfdry colors
tha, made him not show me to his moth
er, though she asked him, and also from
the same cause that he sat half. contem-
plating the injury thus done.
! Again and again the young artist went