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own, if your's fails. You will let me have the money that I want now?"
“On your promise”
“Yes, I pledge myself—if it can be done by marriage and in no other way, I will marry-But must n't I dress? What o'clock is it?-You know I am to see her to-night."
“By St. George !--Yes ; I had no idea it was so late - Make the most of yourself, Egerton-Good night”—
“ I half envy him," said Mr. Lupin conceitedly, as he twitched his collar by the glass; "she's a sweet creature.”
“ Veni vidi vici."-Julius CABAR.
Odi profanum-Are you in good society, reader ? Has your father left off? Do you know Mrs. ? Do you dine with ?--If not, then not for you do I unfold the sacred mysteries. Procul! O procul ! este profani!
Upon the whole, however, I won't describe it I could now I am in the vein. There is a flush on my cheek !— Drops from Helicon are on my forehead !--A nervous agitation convulses my quill. The estro! The poetic rage! I feel the presence of Apollo and the Nine !-So kind in them to visit me in this sociable way; sitting all alone in my night-gown and slippers.
Benoit was there, of course-a sensible man by-the-bye, Benoit !--Perhaps a little old-fashioned in his notions. He says, “the Misses Benoit shall not waltz.'-But that's foolish.-
Our hero and Mr. Lupin stand apart. He is pointed out to Fanny ; she turns to look at him as on some bright particular star-To her surprise his eye is upon her ; of course she blushes-Poor girl, she had fallen into the clutches of ; that indefatigable prowler after all the young débutantes.
The cotillion is over--Mr. Egerton Winthrop advances. He gives Fanny an opportunity to observe and admire the ease and elegance of his manner; his careless but graceful accost; the brightening of eyes at his approach; the frequent endeavor to detain his attention--and then-taking Mr. Lupin's arm, he advances--no--yes-yes, ye gods! to her; and Mr. Lupin asks, 'permission to introduce his friend Mr. Egerton Winthrop.' Nor is that all. Shade of uncle Richard, the rich old tobacconist !--the spectre that had seemed to forbid her approach to the realms of fashion-he asks her to dance !--He asks her to dance !-She could but bow assent;-her gratitude was too deep for words—And then he leaves her to feel her happiness.-
He leads her to the dance.--New surprises !--Ile is so kind in his manver; so sociable; so chalty even. She had no idea she could feel so easy.
-Her spirits rise--she moves with a more assured grace. He is more and more agreeable. Those soft eyes were never so bright!—In truth, she looked very pretty.
The dance over, he conducts her to a seat-And now he ventures a few distant allusions-he lets fall one or two seeds of sentiment; -well knowing how soon in the unsurrowed soil of a young girl's heart they spring into love! A waltz !_ Will she waltz ?
Now this had been a matter of some discussion. She had vowed she never would-Never !-Her embarrassment was visible - You waltz, of course ?' in a tone of slight surprise. She dared not say, 'No.'—She rose; she accepted his proffered arm
Ah! that waltz
What were the thoughts that kept Fanny awake last night ?---What were the dreams that detained her so late in the morning ?-
Wherever she goes now, she meets Mr. Egerton Winthrop---At papa's he does not visit; but at parties, in the street, at the opera, in church; whether she goes to see some newly-arrived paintings “by the first masters," or some newly-arrived hats, "just received from Paris," that graceful form, those eloquent eyes, she is sure to encounter--And Fanny is in love! What may not be accomplished (in love) in a fortnight?
And at last the tale came--no miatter where; her eyes are downcast, but she drinks the tones of his silver voice. She believes ---poor girl,---she believes it all. She must speak. The word is faltered forth---the half-articulated assent; and her face is covered with blushes. —
They meet still more frequently---she can more than listen nuw; she can raise her eyes to his; she can return the pressure of his hand. He talks sometimes of his poverty ; fears that her parents will not consent; doubts the constancy, the strength of her attachment---then mystifies her with extravagances---persuades her that their union will be bliss unspeakable ;--a separation---worse than ten thousand deaths.---Her love becomes passion; something she can't quite understand ; that half frightens her; but without which, she is certain she could not exist.
“Yes, Fanny, you may love me, but not as I love; I am afraid your attachment may yield to obstacles; that you may be persuaded out of it-Oh, tell me, do you, will you always, love me with your whole heart?"
She did not answer; but her head fell on his shoulder--and she raised her eyes to his, bashfully, but with an expression so tender! so confiding!
A dandy has no heart.
“Man of the world-man of the world.”—CORPORAL BUNTING.
The progress of events carries us to No. Chambers Street; the scene, a snug parlor crowded with mirrors and clocks, ottomans, little bronze figures, &c., &c. All was new, still, and solemn. The owner, evidently, had not inherited his Penates.
A thick-set, middle-aged man was walking up and down with short, quick steps. The bell rings----Who is there ??-The servant introduces, Mr. Egerton Winthrop.'
A bashful man is never so bashful as when he attempts to be impudent; nor an impudent man ever so impudent as when he assumes modesty.--Our hero entered with a Joseph Surface air of penitence and deep respect. There was something in it (under the circumstances) vastly exasperating to a man of the choleric temperament.
“Mr. I have taken the liberty to call---The veneration I feel for your character---I should perhaps sooner---In short, sir, your daughter Frances,---my feelings were uncontrollable !--- I have conceived an attachment--and I---I believe it is mutual----"
“I know it, sir---I know it all”---(in a rage)---"You have behaved like ---I won't say what---She never disobeyed me before! I don't know what you can have done to her, to make her so obstinate.- For a whole week now".
“Mr. -," said our hero, entirely changing his manner, " let us talk this matter over coolly ; I understand you to have objections to me as a son-in-law”
“ Objections !--I have objections !"-
“And this daughter is your only child--You have no other near relative to whom you could leave your property.---Hitherto, I understand you, she has been affectionate and dutiful; you must therefore love her. But now you find her determined to have her own way; believe me she will continue so"
“Do you mean to insult me?---I can tell you Mr. Egerton Winthrop”--
“A little patience, sir. You cannot prevent her marrying me, if she chooses to do so; and I choose to marry her. She has property of her own; not very large, but considerable---And yet---perhaps the matter may be settled”
“Sit down---take a chair."
CONCLUSION. " my eye and Betty Martin."-OLD SAYING. “ DEAR TOLER,
“Enclosed is a check for $- ;---and no matrimony, either.---Richard 's himself again.'
“My Dear Miss ---
" It is with great pain that I sit down to make the following communication; but a sense of duty compels me to the task.
“I have had a long and interesting interview with your very worthy and excellent father. He informs me that he can never consent to what we had both so earnestly wished; I had not supposed his objections to be so strong. He thinks, that my character and habits are such, that he could not trust to me the happiness of his daughter. Perhaps he is right. I know, at any rate, that my dear Miss , could never be happy if, in so serious a matter, she disobeyed the commands of her parents. I trust she will do justice to the delicacy which induces me to release her from a promise too inconsiderately asked, too rashly given. May some better man-but, perhaps, the eagerness of my friendship is leading me to the verge of impertinence. “I enclose a lock of your hair ;--and remain, with great respect,
Your sincere friend,
And humble servant,
“ EGERTON Winthrop.” “Wednesday Morning.”
" It will cost me---my life!” said Fanny, and she burst into tears and left the room.
“I hope not,” said her father ;--" It cost me--humph !”
What could Fanny do? She kept her bed, and cried for three days, and for some weeks longer she was sullen, and out of spirits.
“Fanny !” said her papa one morning, with a peculiar smile, “Mr. , is coming to see you this evening.
“I won't see him," said she pouting.
Alas! alas! we cannot always be wretched! Time, time, obliterates all feelings--all recollections. She did see him--an active young man in the Jobbing business. * *
Fanny detests handsome young men now; and abhors romance and novel-reading. She is a good wife; and a very notable woman.
(BY MISS VANDERSTEIN.]
" As thou hast with others, will Fate with thee deal,
And that heart which pride smothers, be yet taught to feel,
Aye, they may condemn him,
Yet so will not I,
The rude blasts most high,
He shrinks from the storm,
My bosom as warm.
Thou ’lt find mine for thee,
Be dearer to me.
Oh ! how little thou knowest
The strength of that faith, Which the proud spirit keepeth,
Through danger and death. In the sunshine of fortune,
It hides from the world Its love, like the eagle,
With proud pinions furled ; But when rises the tempest
O'er those it loves best, Like the eagle it battles,
And dies for its nest.