The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1883-03-17

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no one saw her arri' . no one saw her
register. (You w ,.member that, be
| ing in the sccre speak not for myself,
| but for the outside world.) She was
found sitting by the hearth, like Poe's
! raven or any other unaccountahle object.
At least there was tremendous train
buckles genuine on satin slippers; more
diamonds and sapphres than | supposed
any ten fingers could accommodate: quan-
titles of lace very costly. feminine crit
les said): and doubtless she was some
where there inside for even her small
brown wrinkled face scarcely showed, so
predigious were the gray curls and lace
lappets. 4 very handsome old lady,
though, spite of her wrinkles, with a
marked resemblance to Lorne (who stood
behind her chair,) and eyes at seventy as
brilliant as they could have been at
seventeen. Not in the least like Poe's
raven in plumage, or, for that matter. in
conversation as when first discovered she
was talking voluby, and she never once
let off.
II am say ing to my 9randnecc," size
went on, that want to know You all,
for no doubt | knew your fathers ard
grandfathers before you. lie he he ~
or you want to know what that is, il
stands for shrill litter which the old
lady habitually introduced with indescri
bable effect Il am like some old wood
man, who can point out every sapling OF
a planting fifty years before. know
every person of any consequence in the
United States-a start from MS. j. G.
Tudor SMITH have the American her
aldry at my fingers ends: all the shoe
makers avis and spades rampant, Il
n9Jlesse 05ljya oppres sell with a grocer's
scales gules, or yard measure cloae, in
the country.-Great nonsensc-great
nonsense, all Of it. Bless me, child"'-
bouncing suddenly on Nellie Beriaps
ring" where did you get that ring?
My dear Lorne Ito that young lady, who
who was showing distress, and an evil
dent disposition to intertere), pray let
me alone. Remember | am not only
your aunt, but your great-&unt, and
ought to be quite Old enough 10 take
care of myself What name did You say?
Berlapsa Not Peter Berlaps' daughter?
He married Mary DibbS Ies?' You
might have heard a pin drop. "There'S
likeness, not so much 70 your father as
to your grandfather You remember
him! He was just about my age. We
lived i'll Tyler street, and lie in Little
street, over his store, in those days. He
made the best pans and kettles in the
town (sensatcn). We bought all our
tin-ware of him, and he never biazoned
it with any of those heraldic beast:,
either, pointing to the ring. lie was a
good man, an honest man; the whole
mayor afterward, elected by both parties.
1t is a very pleasant thing to see his
granddaughter, my dear, such fine,
handsome. intelligent girl, who might
show beside duchess i'll any court for
beauty. breeding. and wit and the
longer | live, the more proud | am OF
my dear country, with its republican in
stitutions, and its people, its plain arti-
SANS and merchants, who are lit compan-
ions for the rulers and mobiles of other
lands
The old lady's voice broke here slight
| ly, and something like thrill quirered
through her audience. Mrs. J. c. Iuior
Smith excepted, of course. She had
| bristed more and more. He, face was
red, her voice shriil, rs She began:
Really, madam, | never heard any thing
so singular in my life: aud rs | have a
coat OF arins of my own, may ask what
you mean by your remarks about Ameri-
can heraldry, and wls-and-a rd-and
yardsticks?'
Out came the cid lazy from beneath
her huge feather fan.
"My good soul! lie. he, he. -"oaH re
marks that can be made about American
heraldry and ariStocracy are difficult t,
understands; for where is, your alistuc
racy? Is it in the brewers daughter, who
is SO much distressed about the common
people? or i'll the family OF the man whe
began in u corner grocery, and says, =
done it, while his daughters talk about
ant ana rave about blue blood? Is it il
the descendants of the thrifty servant
who was promoted from the stables
TO somebody's stewardship in the ole
days, and under letters patent woult
have owned half of the United State
could he but have fenced Ii i'm or is it ii
the grandchildren OF some worthy tar
mer, or book binder Or printer or shoe
maker, or cutler, who signed the DECLARE
ton Of Independence. or stood sentinel a
Valley Forge, and who were class,
by the opposing British officers as tn
peasDntry, while in our day we homo
them because they were the people?
Lorre, peadipgly; My dear aunt
Mrs J. G.. Tutor Smith, in Il wither
ing way: NO doubt, madame, 20,
speak for yourself. trace my ancestor
back for two hundred years. So doe
Mr.. Tudor Smith
80, Sapphira!.' sighed Nelly Eerap
in my ear.
Clara Chambery looked sharply ny
f Madam Lathrop, if it is not impertinent
may | ask what was your family name
The old lady: placidly, "iIatton, IN
dear child
Mrs. Tutor Smith. with shrll giggle
Il thought 50; never heard the name i
my life
Out flashed Madam Lathrop. ''Thel
| am afraid you never read the history O
the United States, Mrs. Smith. NJ
grandfather three times removed WAS
shoemaker, one, Elijah IIatton. He wa
the colonel of the Third Virginia, an,
the personal friend of Washington. Iii
sister Sapphira M ,rried .inanias Custus
, Suppressed gigyleS near me). His sec
ond sister. keziah. married Mcphibosl
eth. the eldest son of De Witt Clinton b
, his first wife; and their daughter marie
, Elijah flatton 5 youngest son, jeremiah
my grandfather, who was q boat builder
and attprSarti a mamhpr of CONGRESS-