Pomeroy weekly telegraph. [volume] (Pomeroy, Meigs County, Ohio) 1860-1866, 1862-11-28
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LOST BEAuTT Y
BY MRS. S. C. HALL.

Tn the saloon of large antique house,
of the Elizebethan era, two ladies were
seated, enjoying the cool evening breeze
that entered through an open window.
The dwelling had been altered and re-
altered, to meet the tastes and improve
ments Of the various masters into whose
hands it had passed from century to cen
tury. Here and there fragments of tur-
rets were propped up by modern but
tress,s, the modern and the antique ap-
pearing in perfect contrast; one beauti
ful arch still marked the old entrance
gate. The former strength of the place
was intimated by the remains of moat,
now nearly filled with rubbish and por-
tons of broken and mouldering stone
from which the Haunting wall flower
and various creeping plants, sprang up,
and Knocked the decay, which-alas !!
poor blossoms was soon to render
them far more contemplate than that
over which they trinmphed. The win
dows of Leslie Hall-ior so was the
dwelling caled-were of every order
and every size, from the small loop
holes to the spacious and modern French
easements, that opened upon lawn of
matchless color and beauty.
Near ore of tIfdxe ladies were seated;
aud if we do not longer descant upon
the richness and variety of the land
scape the extent of the wood, whose
dark girdle Of mingled oak and platanas
claspel the green meadows, and shad
owed the river that wandered and mur-
INJURED beneath its foliage, it is because
we would make acquaintance with that
noble looking woMan whose counten
anGe is turned toward the setting sun,
and whose very attitude expresses dig
nifty. How firmly, yet how gracefully,
her head is raised above her polished
shoulders What richness yet propri-
ETY. in her dress the folds Of her velvet
robe descend to her feet, that-so deli
cate are their form-hardly indent the
crimson cushion with their slight pres
sure. Her companion is of other,
though, it may be, of more winning
beauty. The childish golden hair that
clustered over her expansive brow in
such redundancy of freedom, harmon
ICES we'll with the cheek of the palest
rose, and a form that, we could imagine,
might rest on bed of violets without
crushing petal. Her voice is like the
breathing Of soft Tyre, when awakened
by the spirit of joy; her blue eyes are
full of hope, which dwells with youth as
a companion, and calls innocence it's
sister,
They are both children of the same
parents, though many years has passed
before Annette was born to be the play
mate and friend of the stately Lady
Leslie
AS they sat together in that chamber,
there was feeling of quiet and solitude
around them which darkened the shad-
ows of Lady Leslie's mind, and sobered
the smile on the lips Of her gay young
sister. They had both recently suffered
from that fell disease which has been
the bane of SO much beauty. But
Annette had escaped unscathed the
blight that had 1allen upon her sister,
and the Mistress of Leslie Abbey arose
from her bed with the marks of the pes
thence written on her once beautiful
counteaance toe strongly to be ever eff
facted.
1t is not to be denied that the noble
lady had as large a portion of personal
vanity as usually falls to the lot of
woman. Of high birth, and large pos
sessions, she had consequently a suffi
cent mum Der Of fatterers to praise and
fawn. Had she been as dark as Erebus,
and as deformed as sin, they would still
have sung Of and praised her loveliness.
But its character and brilllancy had
been such, she could not move without
receiving the homage of eyes-so rarely
paid without being sensibly felt, and
duly appreciated. She had been feted
and sung, painted and sculptured, until
her exquisite head whirled upon its pc
destal, and, what was still worse, her
heart, naturally kind and benevolent,
became careless of the wants aud wishes
of her fellow creatures. Prosperity
drives pity from the bosoms of the
wealthy; it is good to feel disappoint-
ment, and even adversely at some peri
cd of our lives; for practical experience