The Middlebury register. [volume] (Middlebury, Vt.) 1850-1882, 1871-05-30

ie we're in trying to put human nature in
a. straight jacket; but you will never su
e. ceed, and if you could, you would fr
10 that jacket anything but a garment
righteousness.
4. THURSDAY, MARCH IL. | accompanie
d last evening several of my wardroom CON
It panions to Chilian tertulia. A broa
IS flight of stairs took us to large an
brilliantly lighted saloon, where we wer
r. met by the lady of the mansion who CAV
us her hand, and welcomed us to Vaipar
y also. 1t would have been a little EN-
o barrassing to encounter the flash of s.
Q many eyes, but for the ease and tact O
s our accomplished hostess. Instead o
taking us around the saloon and intro
ducing us, amid general suspension o
conversation, to the company, whicl
would have embarrassed all parties, sh,
went to talking with us, and in few
minutes managed to introduce us to sew
eral ladies, as unceremoniously as if there
had been no design in it. This artles.
tact continued till we were introduced tc
every lady and gentleman present.
All we're at ease and full of talk
though some of us had but a limited
range of Spanish at our command. But
a great deal of conversation may be made
out Of few words, when the heart is
glad. The ladies never corrected the
wrong word, and affected to understand
it just as well as if it had been the right
one. Some of them attempted English
with the amiaDle purpose, no doubt, Of
relieving our blunders by making as many
of their own.
otis pleasing to be schooled in strange tongue
By female lips and eyes -
They smile so when ones right and when ones
wrong
They smile still more"
l asked one of the ladies if she would
crafty US with a piece of music she
instantly took my arm to the piano, beck :
oned her sister to her side, and gave us
duett which called back my recollections
Of poor Malibran. What melodies we're
quenched forever when that sweet singer
died. Her strain still fingers in the
hearts of thousands, but where is she .
As bird from its bower, as a rainbow
from its cloud, she passed away. Spring
will call back its little minstrels, and the
summer sun rebuild its airy arch. But
she, who charmed the world, will come
back no more. Her melodious lips are
scaled in silence, and the shadow of death
is on her eye-lids.
'Ieaves have their time to fall
And flowers to wither at the north-winds breath.
And stars TO set-but all
Thou hast all seasons for thine own, 0 death ~
But to return to the tertuia. The
costume of the ladies differed but little
from what you meet with at evening par
ties in the United States. The hair,
which betrayed great care in its arrange
ment, was ornamented with natura
flowers. The dress, generally of light
airy material, had short sleeves, rather
low 10 the neck, with short, full skirt.
The reason assigned for this is, that tha
wearer may be less embarrassed in dan,
cling. but perhaps, the pride of a we'll
turned ankle is an additional motive.
AHi the versatility. AT twelve O'CLOCK
the tertulia broke up The lady of the
house gave us her hand at parting with
5euna noche.
FRIDAY, MARCH 49, Went on shore
to-day to take a ride. This has to b.
done either on the saddle, or in a vehicle
resembling our chaise, but of much ruder
construction. The latter is preferred for
long distances. One horse trots within
the shafts, another at his left, on which
the postillion is mounted, while half Il
dozen others accompany the vehicle to act
as relays. If these give out, the lasso
is resorted to, and some half-wild horse,
who few moments before snuffed the
wind in freedom, is within the traces
The postillion seldom troubles himse f
with the question whether the animal
has ever been thoroughly broken to the
harness. The wilder, the more speed,
and therefore all the better for his pur-
pose, He is master Of his business, and
seemingly Of everything in nature that
can conduce to its success. His driving
is like that of Jehu. You expect every
moment the old quill-wheel, in which you
are embarked, will fly into thousand
pieces. But like the hurdle of the doomed,
It still holds together, hurrying you, III
not to the gallows, to the grave.
If you take to the saddle you will
probably find your stirrups Of wood, re-
sembling in shape and size the largc
beetle with which New-Engrand farmer
splits his rails. Their weight is seeming
" relieved by grotesquc carving; in the
side is a sharp excavation, sufficiently
deep to admit one-third of the foot. The
saddle is made Of raw hide, and frame
which an Indians hatchet might have
shaped. 1t rises up before and behind
like well-horned half-moon. The br-
die has one recommendation, tremen-
dous bit. But with all this you are on a
horse, wild as he may be, that is sure OF
foot. You can no more get a stumble
out of him, were you so disposed, than
Lucifer could detection from duty out
of Abdiel, or whig bank-vote out Of
democrat.
The police of Valparaiso, which once
seldom protected the innocent, or punished
the guilty. is now unrivalled in efficiency.
Its vigilaace reaches your person and
property through every hour of the day
and aight. You are safe even in spite
of your own negligence. If, for instance
you leave your shop with the window ur-
bolted, you will find the next morning a
paddock on it, and one which you cannot
i .oo,oya ry;thnut pavino n fine of tbron
dollars. If you dine out, tarry late at
the wine, get tipsy, and can't find your
way home, 3 watchman picks you up,
puts you into a chaise, finds out by
some means where you live, takes you 10
your door, and delivers you to your
waiting wife, with the good-humored re-
mark that you are little indisposcd.
What IA capital arrangement for those
who have more wine than wit in them