Year: 1861

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MISS CICELY'S PORTRAIT.


A STORY OF ENGLISH COUNTRY LIFE.


I do believe, said Mr.. Dipchurch, the
Steward of the Grange, while doing the
honors of the picture gallery, there never
came down upon Gods earth swcctcr an
gel than that little child about the dogs
neck. She was the joy of the house; and
if you we're ever SO lowhcarted, the sight Of
her bright face, as she glanced round the
lawn, or tripped down the passage, was as
good cure as sorrowing man could de-
sirc-bcttcr, deal, than can be found at
tue bottom Of tankard | declare there
was music in her merry laugh, fine music
as ever was played; and little speech of
hers made heavy work come very light
Every one was glad to have her at his knee,
to hear her pretty talk and prattlc; and she
had such coaxing ways there was no refus-
ing her anything. She would come to me
with Dear Mr.. Dipchurch' q was under
steward then. and had charge of the bread
room). dear, good, Mr.. Dipchurch, l
want very, very big loaf for the poor wo-
man at the gate" And though Squire
would not have been overpleased, as be said
it encouraged rogues and trampers (Which
believe it did). yet I could not resist her
little ways, and she would 60 off with her
large loaf in her arms, down the avenue
She had such delight in doing of good works
sll1at she uieht &1Re heeu. little Sister Of


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poeket-moncy Squire took delight ID giving
her she gave away TO the poor people about,
always getting some one to take her out
1t was a pretty sight to see her going on
thcse walks, in her straw hat and blue cloak,
her little basket on her arm, and the pet
dog following behind. Pincher was the
name Of the dog-a sheep-faced, blinking
ycilow-haircd, long backed creature, who
was good for nothing but lying in the sun
all day, and eating at all times. No one
cared particularly for him; and he would
have been sent away long since (shamiug
the house as he did), but that he was Miss
Ciccly's dog. One day he came painting up
the avenue with his tongue hanging out and
his fore-paw broken by stone, flying from
some cruel boys of the village who had been
hunting him. At the door he fell over on
his side, and lay there quite spent and ex-
hausted. 1t was Miss Cicely who. CHANGING
to come out upon the steps, took him in her
arms, cried ever him, and tied up the brok-
en- paw with her own little hands. The
Squire was for having him shot at once, to
put the poor brute out of pain !; but Miss
Cicely begged so hard that they would only
try, just try and save his life, that he was
brought in and taken all care of, and soon
after was going about quite sleek and fat.
From that time out he was Miss Cicely's
own dog, going with her everywhere; and
very often have seen her as you see her in
that picture, sitting on the terrace, dressing
his yellow neck with flowers, making frills
for his sleeps face; he, blinking his round
eyes lazily, and letting her do much as she
pleased with him. For she was pleasant
child.


Some way. | never could take much to
her cousin Lady Alice, and believe nobody
about the place ever did. fancy that same
ladyship to her name went a good deal to-
wards turning her head; for she was always
talking of her family, and what great wo-
man her mother had bcen-one Donna
Maria, as she told u.s. Which was like to
be true enough, as her father was proud
man, and was said to have married proud
er lady over in Spain. He was all this time
away at the wars, fighting the French, and
for four or five years his daughter was left
at the Grange, and brought up with Miss
Cicely. 1t used to make us laugh some
times to see her little airs, and the way she
would go up and down in her black lace, a
red rose fixed in the side of her hair, with a
fan, in the broad daylight, as she told us
the Spanish danes always did. This was
droll enough; but there were other points
about her that came. no doubt, of that Span
lsh blood, which we servants were not long
IN finding out If we were long in attend
ing her when she called, or if She wanted
she would toss back her head, and beat her
little hands with her fan, and stamp her
foot-looking SO wicked all the time. The
Squire used to laugh at these fits, and ] be-
lieve, encouraged them unknown to himself,
giving her her way in everything; but the
old people would shake their heads, and pro-
pecy that such temper would never bring
her good. Miss Ciccly curious enough,
loved her very much, doing anything to
please her, aud giving i'll to all her pcrversc
ways, which the Lady Alice took easily
enough, as IT she were a young queen, and
such things were only her right But what
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