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to consult feeling alune, where reason and the flight of time, and the necessity of beginjudgment might have preserved him from ning " the busy work of dreadful preparation." error. Extremely sensitive as to the opinion “Fred,” exclaimed the dismayed exquisite, of the world, yet prepared to brave its censure “Do you know that it is nine o'clock ?" to the utmost when confident of his own inte- “Well, what of it ?'' grity; ambitious to excel in every thing; bow- “What of it ?—why, the ball must have ing in adoration at the shrine of genius, and commenced some time. The beautiful Laura loving with enthusiasm all that is sublime and will be snapped up in the twinkling of an eye, beautiful in nature or art; a passionate ad- and then what are you to do for a partner ?" mirer of female beauty, especially when united “Are there no ladies except Miss Laura ?” with intellectual attainments; and eager and “None worth noticing." persevering in every pursuit that interested “Not even the Muse ?" the heart or mind. Such was Howard at the “ The Muse! why, you would not think of age of twenty. What he yet might become, paying her any

attention !" moulded by the hand of time, and the influ- “Why not?” ence of society, the future alone could decide. Humph! pshaw! don't ask me. The dinner hour arrived—but the dining table care not for the ball, and will not dance-nodid not afford opportunity of cultivating much I dare say you would rather sit there and pore acquaintance with the strangers. Other par- over that collection of impositions! A quantity ties from the city had arrived in the meantime, of German ideas arranged in English words, and all were too much occupied in recognizing and passing for original! Ma foi ! if you must acquaintances and exchanging congratulations. read, why not choose something worth having! Fatigued with their long journey, the ladies the sorrows of Oliver Twist, or the trials of were not very conversible. As Howard glanced divine Kate Knickleby. Gad ! if that girl were at the countenances of the three first arrivals, a living, breathing creature, I should be almost he knew not which to admire most--the dash- tempted to cut the heiress for her sake. Give ing, fashionable looking Cornelia ; the timid, me Boz, with all his pathos, wit and fun, and gentle, and exquisitely beautiful Laura; or all other books may go into the fire.” she whose countenance he had hardly seen, so “I bow most humbly to your superior judgdeeply was she engaged in conversation with ment,” said Howard, gravely; "and when weathe Colonel, and whom the provoking Beau- ried of strains like these, will search those mont persisted in calling “ the muse." As for sublime pages to ascertain how many times in the dandy, he had reserved all his attractions the day a man

monster like Quilp drank raw for the evening, when he expected to appear brandy by the quart, or intellectual Dick the very pink of gentility and fashion. His Swiveler "supped the rosy,' or courted the whiskers were brushed and rebrushed, until balmy.' No sir,” continued the young man, they settled into the wished-for position. His while a flush of honest and indignant feeling cravat was twisted and turned into an indis- suffused his countenance_" while my native putable “ Paris tie." His moustache-what land sends forth into the field such worthy sons real dandy does not wear a moustache-turned as the author of this, (unclosing the volume up at each end like the prow of an Egyptian before him,) with minds stored with those pure galley, and his eye-brows were delicately pen- and lofty thoughts which refine and elevate ciled with India ink. He had for months not only their own souls, but those of their been torturing a particular curl, that it might readers, I am content to cast an idle glance rest with careless ease upon his white fore- at your favorite themes, and bow in adoration head- having been told that Miss Stanbrook at a shrine like this. The public taste has had expressed her admiration of this particu- become completely vitiated by your scurilous lar curl, and said it would look nicely in a ring. foreign trash, while our native authors are Satisfied, at length, that his appearance would neglected, and too often left to suffer. The justify the appellation so often bestowed upon more elegant paths of literature are abandoned, liim, viz., that of being å "lady-killer," he turned and society, in consequence, becomes corrupt. round to ascertain what progress his friend I tell you the works of French, German, and Howard was making in the art of beautifica- many English writers, are calculated to make tion, and to his horror, saw him seated in a more rogues, than all the sermons of good men large arm-chair, deeply absorbed in a volume can make saints ; I tell you—" of Longfellow's poems, utterly unconscious of “Nay, spare me, in mercy spare me !" cried


Beaumont stopping his ears. “My delicate Howard gazed in admiration upon the beau nerves are all unstrung. How uninviting is tiful girl over whose clear cheek the blushes your discussion of books and authorš, when I came and went rapidly while speaking, and have in anticipation the discussion of a fat tur- thought he had never seen any thing so lovely. key and oyster sauce."

And yet he could not help confessing to himHoward threw down the book he held, and self that it was a beauty of features alone. laughed, not so much at the ridiculous appear. There was no lighting up of the countenanceance and remarks of his companion, as at his no change in the expression of the fair face, ne own folly in wasting his eloquence upon such matter what might be the subject of discourse; a listener. But a few moments sufficed to equip it retained as calm and placid a repose as the himself for the evening, and they entered the serene image of the Madona. There might be ball-room together. The young lawyer, who feeling--there might be genius—but it was difgenerally shunned such a scene in the city, as ficult to discover either from her manner or he would a modern Babel, had made up his conversation—and though the eye might peruse mind to amuse himself during his few weeks such features with delight, yet the heart deof recreation at the springs, and therefore qui- sires something more-the mind wearies with etly submitted to be led about by his idle asso- the effort made to discover the hidden treasures ciate, on condition that there should be no in- of thought. fringement upon his chosen hours of leisure Yet there was a charm, notwithstanding, in and retirement. There was, however, an addi- the innocent naive manner with which she retional reason that now actuated him—the wish plied to his remarks, (for she seldom hazarded to become better acquainted with the three one of her own,) and her answers were mostly graces, whose different characters appeared in monosylables. He was becoming more and worth studying, not only from his own obser- more interested in his lovely listener, and quite vation, but the careless remarks of Beaumont. forgetting the scene around him, when she

Cornelia Stanbrook was parading the room suddenly raised her head and joyfully exwith a dashing captain of the army. The fair claimedLaura, dressed with exquisite taste, in white “Ah, there's Inez !--I was afraid she would silk, a single japonica in her soft, golden hair, not come." sat upon a sofa, conversing with her uncle. "And who is Inez ?! asked Howard, someThe Muse was no where to be seen, and on in- what surprised at the animation of her coanterrogating his companion as to the probable tenance. cause of her absence, he was answered only by “Oh a dear friend of mine-do not more, an expressive shrug of the shoulders, followed Mr. Howard. You must become acquainted by a long drawn breath as if Beaumont felt a with Inez—she is so much like you--I mean-sort of relief at the circumstance. Howard that is, you would agree exactly—and I am sure was disappointed—he scarce knew why. The you will like her, she is so agreeable—and as hints of his friend, and his singular conduct she spoke, she lifted to Howard's face those whenever her name was mentioned, excited his eyes of celestial blue, and a bright smile played curiosity respecting her, and he longed, yet around her lips which caused him to think feared to encounter this fair magician. The others might be more agreeable, but none more dancing had already commenced, and not car- lovely than herself. ing to join the group of young men into which “ Your friend must be very charming" said Beaumont instantly intruded, he stood leaning he, "to call forth so warm an eulogy." against a window, until observing that Colonel “Charming! ah you will think so, when you Stanbrook had left the side of his niece, and know her as well as I do," replied Laura, smiling. that she had refused or invitation to dance, he " And then it was so difficult to persuade her took the vacant seat, and after a mutual bow to come here at all. She says she is out of of recognition, entered into conversation with place among such gay people. But my uncle her.

insisted upon it, and says he brought her to " You do not dance this evening, I perceive, drive away the blues. I verily believe he would Miss Laura."

have them all the time if she were not with “ My health has not been good for some him--for her reading entertains him.”' time,” replied the young lady.

“Oh,” thought Howard, “This is the pedant reason for visiting the springs, and my physician then. Well, I should prefer the society of her advises me to refrain from all violent exercise.” | less pretending friend, the quiet Laura, if sho

This was my

is what Beaumont describes." Then turning “ You have overheard Mr. Howard's sage again to his companion, he began a long disser- remarks, have you not, Miss Inez, and are pretation upon Fanny Ellsler and the Opera. pared to oppose them entirely ?" said Beaumont,

" Surely you do not deny the merits of her with a sneer. performance!" exclaimed Beaumont, as he “On the contrary, I agree with him perjoined them after the dance, and overheard a fectly,” replied the lady; and the voice, the remark of Howard, in which he intimated his look, the manner with which she said this, ap dislike of foreign dancers, and foreign actresses. peared to Howard bewitching.

“I did not allude either to the merits or de- “Agree with him!” exclaimed Beaumont, merits of her performance,” replied Howard, astonished; “I thought you were a great stickler quietly, “ I was only giving my opinion of the for genius, talent, and all that sort of thing." eonduct and character of women, who can go “I do not know that my assenting to Mr. about the world exhibiting themselves in this Howard's opinion implies anything to the conmanner. They may be miracles of perfection, trary," answered Inez, smiling; and then turnas far as talents and beauty are concerned, and ing to Laura, she inquired, with a look of tenso is she, for all I know to the contrary.” der interest, if she were not fatigued.

** But if a woman possesses extraordinary “Oh not in the least, dear Inez. Mr. Howtalents, you would not have hor hide them un- ard has been so good as to keep me company der a bushel, when she might astonish the in my lonely corner here, and we have amused world, and draw admiring crowds around her ourselves with watching the movements of the by displaying them publicly."

fair dancers. "Were a woman's talents given her only for

" Mr. Howard is not then a lover of the pothe purpose of making herself a laughing stock, etry of motion ?" and exposing her to the ribald jests of a parcel " I prefer being a spectator and admirer," of rowdy pit boys ?" said Howard. "No Sir, replied he. I will not believe it. If heaven has thus fa- " Especially in such company," observed vored her, it is that she may employ those tal- Beaumont, bowing to Inez with mock gravity. lents for the benefit of others; not only to be- "I am equally happy either way," replied come wiser and better herself, but to make Howard ; "for who could help being pleased, others wise and happy. would not give much or at least amused, in such a scene ?" for the refined feelings of any woman, who for “And yet,” observed Inez, seating herself by a mere love of admiration can thus sacrifice the fair Laura, and glancing round the room; both delicacy and propriety.”

" it speaks only to the senses.

The pleasure “What a sermon you have preached,” said that such scenes afford is as evanescent as the. Beaumont laughing. “And only think Fred," hours are fleeting. It is but mixing a little he added in a whisper, “only think-the honey with the bitter cup of life.” · Muse' has heard every word of it. She has Howard was surprised to hear a creature so been standing near you all the time." beautiful and bright, speak of the sadder scenes

Howard started—and colored in confusion of life. “I should,” said he, "imagine you one not only at the rude remark which he felt con- of those who look only to the sunny side of the fident had been overheard by the lady in ques- picture, and who scarcely realize the truth that tion; but at the bright beaming, soul-illumined comes home to the hearts of others, that the glance that met his as he turned round. He golden chalice does not always overflow with had admired Laura, but he at once acknow- joy." ledged to himself the truth of the remark, that “Ah, we are all the spoiled children of nathe most perfect beauty was not that which the ture,” said Inez; “subject to caprices and sculptor would admit to be a faultless piece of vagaries, willing to enjoy illusion when truth elay kneaded up with blood. But that is true would be unwelcome. But look at that beautibeauty which has not only substance but spirit ful creature! what grace in every movement!

-a beauty that we must intimately know, justly What a study for painting or poetry! She to appreciate-a beauty lighted up in conversa- seems like a fine statue, animated with a living tion, where the mind shines as it were through soul.” the casket; where, in the language of the poet,

“What a beautiful idea !" * The eloquent blood spoke in her cheeks

“How many living, breathing forms we meet And so distinctly wrought,

in society, who better resemble marble images That we might almost say her body thought." than animated beings; and how many a statue

do we see that seems to require only a touch to “ How diverting it is” said Colonel Stanbrook inspire it with a soul.”

“to watch the variety of character in a crowd " It is very true,” replied Howard. “Our ed ball-room. Look at that lady; in reality a Republican society is becoming as artificial and good figure—but so overloaded with ornaments, aristocratic as European. There is little of and so ill dressed, that it cannot appear to ad nature among us at present. Our habits, our vantage. Why will the fair sex delight in manners, and our pursuits, all appear to be making themselves moving automatons ?". guided by conventional rules.”

"Why uncle,” said Laura, “ they have no “What is to be done to remedy the evil ?” | idea but that they are looking beautiful.” asked Inez, raising her bright eyes to his, while “And how greatly they mistake the matter, an arch smile passed over her countenance. Laura. Vanity is woman's master passion.

"Indeed, I know not,” replied Howard. Fashion has usurped a fearful dominion over “Folly seldom listen's to reason's voice, and it nature, and the fair puppets will never listen to is better to take the world as it is, than at- reason while their will is against it. Women tempt its reformation.”

are changeful and capricious. There are no “ And sip the honey, while we taste freely of two alike in manners, disposition or dress. Go the bitters. I will set you the example," and into a church, or any other public place, and accepting an invitation to join in a quadrille you will find the men nearly all alike in their just forming, Inez vanished, while Colonel Stan- apparel, while the women display all the colors brook returning, took the vacant seat by the of the rainbow. A woman seems to study side of his niece. Howard gazed after the every change and variety, as the whim seizes graceful figure of Inez, till it was lost in the her.” crowd. “What a strange, wayward being!" “What a scandalous libel on our sex, uncle!" thought he, and then remarked aloud,

“Ah, Cornelia, I should have spared it, had " Your friend, Miss Laur seems to enjoy I known you were within hearing, as I have the amusements of the evening; how happy given you sufficient lectures on the subject she appears.”

already." “Her nature was formed for happiness, but “ Then the present was for the benefit of she has not always found it,” said Colonel Laura, or Mr. Howard, I suppose. But I am Stanbrook; and then changing the subject, he tired to death. I sometimes wish it were in pointed to a group of gentlemenwho stood our power to annihilate those who annoy us, I near : “ Look at that trio, Mr. Howard,” said would cut dead some dozen of my acquainthe, "one would think they were settling the ance." . affairs of the nation, so eager and animated “Tut, tut, girl, what's the matter now ??? are their gestures."

Why there's those Seymours, from New “If their discussions would result in any York-mere nobodies, yet putting on such good” said Howard, “I should hope they would airs! it is really ridiculous! Then there's the continue, for our country seems to have reach- —s whose father was a shoemaker, or some ed a solstice which requires an experienced such thing-flourishing in their carriages, and hand to snatch it from ruin.”

pushing themselves where they've no business “Yes, hand and head too,” replied the Colonel. and the S-—s who cheat every body, and “ That is any head but a blockhead, for some whose brother married a carpenter's daughter. of our speakers have been left upon their legs, Then the Mellons, who set up for blues, and are harranguing to an empty house, our wise coun- always boasting of their acquaintance with the cillors becoming fatigued with the two hours talented and beautiful Mrs. somebody, and speech, without an original idea in the whole." Miss nobody the great, and showing the poetry

“And a ball room” said Howard “is about as written to them by Mrs. S, and the autoproper a place for political discussion as the graph of Mr. J—, and talking like Miss London Opera house, where cabinet secrets are Edgeworth's heroines; and there's the Lindso often divulged without reflecting upon who saysmay be the listeners. This talking and fight- “Stop there, Cornelia. Mr. Lindsay is a ing for office, seems to me derogatory to the friend of mine, and although his wife and daughdignity of any man of sense. How often does ters sometimes expose themselves to rude re. it create animosity among friends-ruin the marks, you are not the person to make them. happiness of families, and too often result in Here we see the evils of public entertainments. the ruin of the constituents themselves." How much envy and jealousy are excited, how

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many bad feelings are engendered, particularly “Oh, she's a paragon,” said Cornelia, with in the minds of the young, by visiting such a toss of her head; and with this remark, she places as this."

whirled off in a new waltz with a new admirer, Cornelia tossed her head." In pity uncle, and the music pealed forth a livelier strain. spare us an enumeration of the curses entailed A learned writer remarks that “we should apon pleasure seekers. I came here to enjoy not judge of character by small peculiarities.” myself, and will do penance for my faults to- Howard thought otherwise. A few short hours morrow, by listening to a long chapter of re- had brought him in contact with three indiproofs or still worse—a whole canto of poetry, viduals, of whose character he imagined he from your pet, Inez. A propos—she has charmed had already formed a correct opinion. Unlike that handsome foreigner from my side this in every particular, both in beauty, mind, and evening. I wish you would keep her here manners, yet each possessing charms which inamong you, and not let her interfere with my dividually attracted the admiration of society. conquests! ind here she comes, to be sure Ere midnight, the gay hall was deserted; with the coolest indifference toward her part- the lamps had burned dim-roses faded from ner and every one else! Leaning on his arm the cheeks of the belles, and the beaux were too, so familiar. What affectation! I detest fatigued with their arduous duties of paying coquetry.”

attention to their fair ones; the flowers drooped “ Cornelia, I am surprised at you,” said their heads in sympathy with the heavy lids of Laura. “ You know that Inez has not a spark their wearers; silence reigned where music of coquetry in her disposition. She is as free had triumphed, and tired limbs longed for refrom that, as from every other fault ;" and the pose. fair cheek of the young girl, became crimson Thus closed an evening at the Springs. in defence of her friend.

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ARIA, a Roman lady, was the wife of Caan Pætus, whose fortitude and conjugal affection have immortalızed her

Several acts of noble firmness were crowned by that which terminated her existence. Her husband, having rebelled against Claudius, was ordered to destroy himself. Seeing him hesitate, Aria plunged the poniard into her own breast, to give him the courage, and then presented it to him, saying, at the same time, “ Pætus, it is not painful."

Her tears were dried, her arm was raised,

The dagger gleamed on high ;
Into her husband's face she gazed,

He was afraid to die!
She paused, how many feelings rushed

Fast through her throbbing brain,
Until once more the bright tears gushed

Over her cheek like rain.

She knew that life, when they should part,

Would be but harrowing pain;
That nought could heal the broken heart

Or bind the severed chain.
One trial yet remained to show

That not to man alone,
Though conqueror of a thousand fields,

Is strength and courage known.

It had been hers, in happier hours,

The victor's brow to wreathe ;
And in inisfortune's trying power,

Those soothing accents breathe,
Which chase all sadness from the brow,

All anguish from the heart;
And now the summons had gone forth

That they were doomed to part.

'Twas but a moment ! one last sigh

That life's sweet dream was o'er;
She was again the Roman wife,

The heroine once more.
His spirit 'mid the battle's roar,

Sustained its bearing high;
But now it feared the approaching hour

Of mortal agony.
While she-oh woman! who that views

Thy frail and tender form;
Would deem that it so well could bear

The terrors of the storm!
She knelt before him--fervent love

Beamed in her kindling eye;
No selfish thoughts of earth now dimmed

Its star-like purity.

Once more, to prove affection's light

Not even death could diin ;
She plunged the dagger in that heart,

Which only beat for him !
A smile of fond unchanging lovo

Lit up her glazing eye!
And her last words were “Pætus, seo,

It is not hard to die!”

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