Lewistown gazette. [volume] (Lewistown, Pa.) 1843-1944, 1867-06-26
Wednesday, June 26, 1867.

hosanna, deeply moved, clasped he
- arms about his neck, as he was abou
to rise and atfectionately caressed him
tie could not reject her innocent coax
ing, and the little girl, thinking sh,
% had succeeded in touching his heart
took in her hands the moistened hand
kerchiet wherewith her mother hac
:, been drying her weeping eyes, anC
dried them second time Herewith
she then tenderly y embraced her moth
er, who returned her affectionate cares
with all Il mothers fondness.
The parties being now favorablv dis
posed, naught remained but to estab.
Iish the peace. This was no easy mat
ter-neither would make the first over
ture-and without the penetration of
little Rose the reconciliation would not
r have taken place
t She took her fathers hand between
her own little hands, and pressed it to
her bosom; she then took her mothers
hand, aud joined it to her fathers. as
1t lay near her heart Human pride
could resist no longer-th" alienated
parents rose at the same moment and
SNiNi'ltl tdCIl OIn0f.
From that hour Rose was the idol of
them both
Six years after this, Rosanna, the
ugly ROsanna, was the ornament of
every society to which her mother pre-.
sented her. Amiable, witty, and oh
serving, her conversation was univer-
sally courted.
One summer evening, the sun, which
during the day, had shed over nature
an intense heat, had Just disappeared,
leaving the horizon covered with long,
wide bands of red-clouds more and
more dark were heaping themselves
on the eastern shy-the atmosphere
was suttocating, and one would deem
the earth returning to the sun the
heat she had been receiving from the
latter during the day. All was heavy
and weary-the air inhaled seemed
rather to suffocate than nourish. A
drowsy languOr overcame every one
In u saloon, whose every window
was thrown open, might be seen glid-
ing, here and there, in the darkcned
light, groups of young females, whose
white dresses, slightly agitated by.the |
rising breeze of the evening, offered
something mysterious and poetical
whercOn the imagination loved to |
dwell. A low laughing whisper was
then heard, like the soothing murmur
OF some distant rivulet. y young wo-
man, seated before a piano, was ex-
pressing her hearts sentiments by an
eXtemporary melody, now smooth and
tender, now deep and trembling.
No more whispering, but a general
silence took place, for hers was a celes-
tlal symphony, a seraphs song.
Lord Underwood, fine, blue-eyed .
young nobleman, was so deeply touch /
ed by the melody, that his frame seem
ed agltated by momentary convul-
sion. He listened to the angels voice.
so softly harmonizing with the tones
OF the instrument, and felt an indescrib I
able sensation thrill through his frame.
The music ceased, but the sweet
voice still vibrated on Undcrwoods
ear, and there was a charm in the wit
ty and original tritie to which he list.
ened, that transfxed him where he
stood.
How beautiful must that young girl
be- thought Underwood Happy the
man on whom may fall her choice and
he inyoluntarily sighed.
Suddenly lights were brought in
The young woman was ugly Rosanna.
Lord Underwood was stupefed-he
closed his eyes, but the charm of that
voice haunted his memory. He gazed
on her a second time, and he found her
less ug ly; and Rose was, indeed, less
ugly. The beauties of the mind SEEM
ed transferred to her person; and her
gray eyes, small as they were, ex
pressed wonderfully well her internal
sensations.
Lord Underwood welded Rosanna,
and became the happiest of men in the
possession of the kindest and most low
ing OF women.
Beauty deserts US, but virtue and
talents, the faithful companions of our
lives, accompany us to the grave.