Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, Va. [W. Va.]) 1852-1859, 1859-03-08
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ne Is CALLED UPON To DECIDE WHO IS THE HAND
soMEsT WOMAN IN LOUISVILLE.


lfrom the Louisville Journal
We have never sympathised so deeply with
the unhappy son OF Hecuba, when chosen um-
pirc between the rival goddesses, as we did
yesterday, when called upon to gaze at several
beautiful female visitors in the discharge of our
highly responsible Office conferred on us by the
Louisville postmaster, of deciding as to the pro-
per destination Of the letter addressed "to the
handsomest woman in Kentucky. True, we
had this advantage over Paris, our Judgment
was not prcjudccd by nlluring promises of
kingdoms, military glory or the possession of
the fairest woman in the world, and our decision
therefore cannot draw upon us the resentment
of the unsuccessful, for it viii be perfectly i'm.
partial.
What n bouquet of beautyi The stately
dahlin and the budding rose, the soit.eyed vio-
let and the dropping hly-how can we describe
IN prose the exquisite prrlumc, the delicious
tints, the penrly texture, and the delicate rich
ness AS ''our "Walter" opens the door for
our first visitor, what swan.like grace presents
itself in that Juno iOrm-hOw n diudem would
become that head, and golden sccptre that
hand ! What intellect on that high forehead,
and how all its veins thrill with the genuine
pulse of thought" All, Paris, beware remern-
Der the myth of Mount Ida.
brisk knock at the portal-a merry laugh
ringing out like music bells, and "sIinnie"
stands before US the vision of the coming
spring What tender, loving, mischievous eyes
what fairy hgure-how the dimpleS nestle
on her blooming cheek, and smiles light up the
radiance of that perfect countenance. Her bud.
ding mouth exhales zephyrs which fan the ring
let's Of her hair and lift them in halOS Of intoxi-
cating perfume around her alabaster brow. Oh
Minnie, what are the ideals of the painter or the
sculptor compared with the real loveliness of
that Young form, that exquiste-beware, broth
or Of CaSSandra, remember the fatal prophecy
OF your sister, and again bewarei
timid step is next heard in the passage, and
hesitating, almost supplicating appeal for en-
trance. What a light and airy football, leathery
as a snowflake, gentle as the fairy roundeay Of
Titania by moonlight, glides into the ROOM
Beneath veil, We can detect skin of peariy
texture, and us she speaks, you almost dream
of angels signing so full OF sad but harmonious
music is her voice. Poor child, be seated =
IIeircSs OF intellect and OF poverty-poor lily of
! life God pity thee and shield thee from its
rude blasts. She has missed u letter from one
far away, who ought to have written, but We
know that in large and gay Eastern city, the
modest daisy which blooms nt home and droops
in his absence is forgotten in the gay Uevel of
" eailh and luxury; tremblingly she hopes that
| he has with lovers devotion, directed letter
to her in the words he has often used in hours
of well iemembeiel dalliance. NUt for3 the
worlds wealth would we assume the task to
undcceivc her; not for empires would we stain
that pallid, snowy check with the dark guSh
| that must burst from her heart when the truth
IS known. Sweet one, that gentle smile which
warns your lip will turn alas to agony. We
pity you, and Eiin would sympathiSe-a again be.
ware, son of the Trojan Priain, and remember:
'Tis ut a kindred sound to move,
Forrity-melts the mind to love