Green-Mountain freeman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1844-1884, 1867-02-20
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have 10 my possession an article of
lewelrv which cost me many an uncomfort-
able twiuge, though it was certainly not
sto en- Neither was it begged. borrowed
given or bought vet looking at it. often
feel myself in the position of the old man
in the nursery tale. who having peculated
from some church-vard a stray ulna, or
c.ayicIr. was perpetualIy haunted by the
voice of it, dclunct owner. CRYING in most
unearthlv tones. Give me nv bone :"
Now the ornament that had unluckily fall
On to my lot picked it up in the street
lis a miniature hroach set with small
glrnct9, in heavy antique gold. 1t Is evi-
IDENTIFY Il portrait of somebody or others
great grandmother. then a fair damsel, in
% rich peaked bodice and stomacher, and
heavy necklace Of pearls her hair comb
,d over "a cushion. and adorned with tiny
wreath syeet looking creature she is,
though not positively beautiful. | never
wear the hroaeh (and on principle | wear
IL frequently in the hope Of finding the
real ownerl but | pause and speculate on
thc story attached to it and its original, for
I am sure that both had story. And one
night lyug awake. after Conversations
my ears still ringing with the din of many
vpice--hcaveus How these literary
people 90 talk there came to me phan-
tasy a vision or dream. whichever the
reader chooses to consider it.
1t was moonlight. Of course: and her
silvery majesty was so powerful that | had
drawn the = draPeries OF my couch quite
close 70 Shut her out nevertheless. as |
looked on the white curtains on the foot of
the nrd. ! saw growing there-l can find
no hetter word-an image like-what
shall say like the di>>olving views
ROW SO much the rage 1t seemed to form
itself out of nothing, and gradually as
sume a distinct shape. Lo it was my
miniature broach. enlarged into a goodl Y
sized appartion the garnet setting forth
g,immcr~ Of light. by which saw the fig
ure within. halt-human. half-etnerial wav-
ing t. and fro like vapor, but still preserv
ing the attitude and likeness of the portrait.
Certainly, # a ghost, II was the prettiest
ghost ever seen
believe It Is etiquette for apparitions
only to speak when spoken to so | sup
pose | must have addressed mine But
INV phantom and held no distinct CONVEX
s,tiou and in all remember of the in
terview the speech was entirely on its side.
communicated by >uatches like breathings
OF an -Eoilan harp, and thus chroniced by
me-
How was | created. and by whom ?
Young eeutiewoman Il honor you by using
word peculiar to my day, when the maid
ems were neither : misses nor = young la
dies" but essentially gentlewomen | de-
rived my birth from the two greatest pow
cre on carth-tienius and Love but |
Will speak more plainly. 1t was sum
mer'- dav--uch summers one never sees
uow-that | came to life under my orgna-
tors hand. He sat painting in quaint
old library, and the image before him was
the original Of what YOU see
\ look ut myself will explain much
that my creator was young. self-taught
and as Vet only half-taught, artist, who
charmed with the expression, left accurate
drawing to take lis chance. His SITTER
character and fortune are indicated too
though She was not beautiful, sweetnes.
and dignity are in the large dark eyes anc
finely pencilcd eyebrows and while the
pearls. the velvet and the lace show wealth
and rank. the rose IN her bosom implie,
Ssiipi' Hlt"itiilN TASTES IHti- the lihtiiess
tells IL own tale-she wasan earl's daugh
ter. and he was poor artist
MANY time during the first day of ny
existence | heard the sweet voice of Lad,
Jean talking in kindly courtesy to th
painter as he drew - She was half asham
ed that her father had asked him to pain
only miniature he whose genius an,
inclination led him 10 the highest walks o
art" But the artist answered somewha
confu>edlv. = That having been broush
up near her fathers estate. and hearing st
much of her goodness. he was only to-
happy to paint any likeness of the Lad
Jean And do believe he was.
Il also have heard of YOU, Mr.. Beth
une," was the answer: and the lady's aris
tocratically pale check was tinged with
faint rose color. which the observant arts