Green-Mountain freeman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1844-1884, 1859-10-27

She checked herself like one accustomed to
conceal her emotions, and ran rapidly to the
other end of the garden, where she seemed oc-
cupied in selecting rose, Presently Lady
Cheverel entered, leaning on the arm of Cap
tain Wybrow, and followed by Sir Christopher.
The party stopped to admire the tiers of gera-
NUNS near the gate; and in the mean time,
Caterina tripped back with moss rose bud in
her hand, and going up to Sir Christopher,
said" There, Padroncello-thcre is nice
rose for your button-hole."
"Ah, you black-eyed monkey" he said,
fondly stroking her cheek; $50 you have bean
running off with Maynard, either to torment or
coax him an inch or two deeper into love-
Come, come, want you to sing us Ho perdu-
10 before we sit down to picquot. Anthony
goes tomorrow, you know you must warble
him into the right sentimental lovers mood,
that he may acquit himself well at Bath" lie
put her little arm under his, and calling to Lady
Cheverel, &c Come, Henrietta led the way
towards the house.
The party entered the drawing room which,
with its orel window, corresponded to the Ii
brary in the other wing, and had also fiat
ceiling heavy with carving and blazonry but
the window being unshaded, and the walls hung
with full-length portraits of knights and danes
in scarlet, white, and gold, it had not the SOM
bre effect of the library. Here hung the por
trait of Sir Anthony Cheverel, who IN the reign
of Charles II. was the renevator of the family
splendor, which had suffered some declension
from the early briliancy of that Chevreuil who
came over with the Conqueror. A very impos-
ing parsonage was this Sir Anthony, standing
with one arm akimbo, and one fine leg and foot
advanced, evidently with view to the gratifca-
tion of his contemporaries and posterity. You
might have taken off his splendid peruke, and
his scarlet cloak, which was thrown backward
from his shoulders, without annihilating the
dignity Of his appearance. And he had fnown
how to choose wife too, for his lady hanging
opposite to him. with her sunny brown hair
drawn away in bands from her mild grave face,
and falling in two large rich curls on her snowy
gently -sloping neck, which shamed the harsher
hue and outline of her white satin robe, was
fit mother of large-acred > heirs.
In this room tea was served and here, every
evening, as regularly as the great clock in the
courtyard with deliberate bass tones struck
nine, Sir Christopher and Lady Cheverel sat
down to picquet until half past ten, when Mr..
Gilfl read prayers to the assembled household
in the chapel.
But now it was not near nine, and Caterina
must sit down to the harpschord and sing Sir
Christopher S Gvorite airs from Gluck's Orfeo,
an opera which, for the happiness of that gene
ration, was then to be heard on the London
stage. 1t happened this evening that the senti-
ment of these airs, GO Che faro senza Fury
dice?" and "Ho perduto III bel semb'ante,' in
both of which Orpheus pours out his yearning
after his lost love, came very close to Catrina's
own feeling. But her emotion, instead of being
hindrance to her singing, gave her additional
power. Her singing was what she could dc
best it was her point of superiority, IN which
it was probable she would excel the highborr
beauty whom Anthony was to WOO; and hel
love, her jealousy, her pride, her rebellion
against her destiny, made one stream of passion
which welled forth in the deep rich tones of he
voice. She had a rare contralto, which Lad.
Cheverel, who had high musical taste, had bce1
careful to preserve her from straining.
Excellent, Caterina," said Lady Cheverel
as there was pause after the wonderful lnke
sweetness of "Che faro." | never heard yo
+. sing that 80 well. Once more!'
1t was repeated and then came " Ho perd,
to-" which Sir Christopher encored, in spite {
the clock, just striking nine. When the Lar
+ note was dying out, he said
"There a clever black-eyed monkey. No
> bring out the table for picquet."
Catcrina drew out the table, and placed I'll
cards; then, with her rapid fairy suddenness
i motion, threw herself on her knees, and caspe
. Sir Christopher's knee. He bent down, stroke
her cheek, and smiled.
Caterina, that is foolish said Lady Che
Fe erel. II wish you would leave off those stag
~ players antics
10 She jumped up, arranged her music on IL
harpschord, and then, seeing the baronet al
"a his lady seated at pcquet, quietly glided o.
- of the room.
Oh Captain Wybrow had been leaning near t
e' harpsichord during the singing and the cha
Re lain had thrown himself on the sofa at the Ell
D. of the room They both now took upa boo
ed Mr.. Gilfl chose the last number of the Gent
III mans Magazine; Captain Wybrow, stretch
IT. on an ottoman near the door, opened Faublo
III and there was perfect silence in the roC
YES which, ten minutes before, was vibrating to
ed passionate tones of Caterina.
" She had made her way along the cloistel
as passages, now lighted here and there by sn
M ol-hmp, to the grand staircase which led
~ rectly to a gallery running along the VIII
'er eastern side Of the building where it was
nS habit to walk when she wished to be alone
lcr The bright moonlight was streaming thror
ch the windows, throwing into strange light {
aie shadow the heterogeneous objects that lined
lth long walls. Greek statues and busts Of Ron
ing emperors; low cabinets filed with curiost
1of natural and antiquarian tropical birds,
she huge horns of beasts; IIindoo gods and stra
the shells swords and daggers, and bits of CHI
the armor Roman lamps and tiny models of Gr
ers' temples and above all these, queer old fan
pes portraits-of little boys and girls, once
INT hope of the Cheverels, with close shaven he
ina, imprisoned in stiff ruHs--of faded. pink.fa
thy ladies, with rudimentary features and hig
flti- developed head-dresses-of gallant gentlen
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