Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1859-12-28

seems TO hang gloom which not even tn~
sounds II music and dancing within can dis.
perse. The flowers in that large front garden
lie nale and dead, and their wilhercd leaves
are tipped with snow.
In the handsome wcll-filled up library, near
:. CRATE Which sends forth i pleasant warmth,
sits !: lady Of not more than twenty summers.
She is plainly but elegantly dressed in rich
black satin which tells without words the re-
Gucment of its wcarcrs An air Of delicate
lauruor pervadcs her whole frame; and her
face is s,artlin.y pale. That lace tools plain,
and has nothin. beautiful abuutit but Tie eyes.
In repose they remind you ofa velvet violet,
but when some quick expression flashes from
their quiet depths they sparkle like the stars
Of midnight.
A book lay on the lap but she was not rea-
ding; a Harp stood near her, but Goo had not
given her the power to express her thoughts
in music. Her head was leaning on her hand,
aud her thoughts were wandering away, away.
Come with me to the window, Cousin
Cora," and Lizzie Leigh. a merry blue.cyed
girl Of sixteen, drew the lady from her chair.
al have been dancing until ! am tired to
death. They are so merry below stairs. Agnes
May is swaying it like right royal queen
when lett she had Il dozen admirers around
her, all yieing for smile-one wore her rose.
bud, another held her fan, while third was
tying her slipper. wonder you are not with
them, Cora ~
"I?" and the young girl started. {" have
no sympathy with such scenes, my soul shrinks
within itself, and l long to creep into some
far corner, and hide myself. live SO mulch
in the world Of fancy, that cannot accustom
myself to everyday life. start like guilty
thing when some one calls my name, and
blush when should retort with brilliant
repar,es. All the truths with which have
stored my mind are out OF place in p'rlour,
and in small talk am woefully deficient
Should go back to antiquarian topics would
be called !. pedant, should talk of Poems
they would term me love.sick' or 'moonstruck,'
anI have no ambition to wear any one Of
these titles Do you know that | wish had
been born poor, then | could have been edu-
Gated for the stage In the delincations of
mimic life I should have found my proper
snhcrc. feel that within me which could
make INC win renown rs an actress. Then
should be rid Of these vague longings-these
ceaseess repinings, which fill me with un
qr,ictness, which make my friends unhappy,
and cause them to imagine that have ca
zen of the insane root AS IN actress
should roam from place to place, tonight
queen, tomorrow perhaps bcggar. should
glory in the change, for / de<pise mouotony.
Even the trials Which dshearcn timid dcbu-
tlutes would Gil me with renewed rigor. Then
the wild passionate cxclamations of the
Poets would call every feeling which now lies
dormant into play-t would be busy life
:. life of excitement and rorgetiuncss.'
But the immortality Of tue stage!' urged,
I.izzc who had been trained in rigid school
ormorals, "the promiscous intercourse with
all classes y
Cora aughed-"P Promiscous intercourse
And yet you see no immortality in the waltz
YOU do not shrink with horror when you see
tie waist of fashionable woman cncirclcd by
the arm Of wine excited dandy Of doubtful
character. Even in yonder ballroom below,
! presided over by my aunt herself the princess