The daily phoenix. [volume] (Columbia, S.C.) 1865-1878, 1870-04-06

insensible or unfeelipg exactly. but 70 be
happy, be, must ,possess, sel-:control, his
eniiotions and saffections must be re-
strained within proper limits, and his
feelings tnust be sibservient to his,prin-
ciples. I" 80
"Feel according, to principler ejacu,-
lated lEugehin, laughing. "Well, that
transcends my capacity. I would like
some people and hate others, if I had o
thousand principles against it,. and I
would feel hungry for my dinner every
day, If the whole fabric of my moral
nature. principles and all, were rent in
twain in conseqpence." = r 4
"You pugnaoious daughter OF Eve,
retorted the gentleman, ''but have your
own way. will not seek to enljghten
ignorance SO dense. I will not under
take to explain"
Explain! J.. No.??s Ifbeg you to desist.
It would give employment to more
skillful enigmatist than yourself to ex-
plain your meaning. How is it possible
for You to do justice to q subject beyond
your comprehension and your expert
ence? How can you, who are governed
by the passing feeling OF the moment,
who are perfect flash of gun-powder
in your emotions, how can you know
aught of the happiness to be derived
from well-balanced affections and calm,
philosophio temperament"
Sand being such as you describe me,
is the reason I am never entirely at
peace with myself, is the reason I look
upon those more fortunately constituted
with envy and admiration-which brings
us back to the starting point, viz: Miss
Clayburn. Eugenia, have q secret to
unfold-I am desperately in love with
your friend Upon my life, believe I
have been 80 for FIVE or six years past;
for no woman has ever inspired me with
tho same reverence and admiration.
Seeing her again has revived the spark,
kindled years ago in Ashburn. Will you
help me, Eugenia?"
with all my heart" answered Miss
Rawleigh, manifesting no surprise at the
sudden announcement. cit has always
been pet fancy of mine to have you
two married. You remember told you
once before, she was the only person I
knew worthy of you"
Lyle, sis not whether she is worthy of
me-of that there caa be no doubt. The
only doubt is, whether I am worthy of
her, and whether she will be gracious
enough to think so-granting that I
Rm."
eve must try to convince her of the
faot," was the reply. and then, with q
proud, fond look, 'you are Harry Bah
bits equal any day."
'Not in her estimation, perhaps" Z"
suggested Theodore. "Bnt isn't it
singular? I mean, that she should have
been SO devoted to Babbitt. I met the
family abroad--they were travelling
several years. Harry, in common par
lance, is nice fellow, thorough gen
tleman in department and manners; but
I've been thrown with him intimately,
aud never discovered the existence Of
any extraordinary qualities calculated TO
rivet the affections of such q woman as
Miss Clayburn. There is no ground of
comparison between them, except in
social position-for Babbitt is boyish.
| almost effeminate.
"But take him altogether, exceedingly
prepossessing, chimed in Eugenia; che
really is good-looking, and then that fas-
tidiousness in dress, those fragrant curl
ing locks, and his dashing. fashionable
ways, were just the thing to captivate q
sentimental schoolgirl. Afterwards, ]
suppose, she loved him from habit.
| There's as much in that as ANYTHING
else."
do you think SOP" inquired Mr..
Lyle. dolol ously; 'then. to use vulgar,
but very expressive phrase, my cakes
oil dough- for perhaps she loves him
from habit still. I saw them together
in town-and the horrible possibility
presents itself to my mind, that, doubt
less, he is paying his addresses to her
again. Alas! the golden gate of hope is
closing its portals already. But mo-
ment ago, I was transported into state
of pleasurable delirium, and now, I find
myself surrounded by sea of anxieties,
whose waves will overwhelm me like O
wild bay of breakers.
you're only talking for effect, now, /
presume" said Miss Rawleigh, with an
air of studied maliciousness; ''for a phi
losopher, whose feelings are under the
government of stern principle. need not
mind whate'er betides."
| "But do mind it'll" cried Mr.. Lyle.
"laying aside all metaphysical specula
tion, aud coming back to plain facts, it's
the very deuce. Already, feel ran.
corous enmity and jealousy against the
man who is trying to interfere in my
happiness.
'Allow me to felicitate you OIL your
admirable consistency You we're q stoit