Charlemont; Or, The Pride of the Village. a Tale of KentuckySimms, William Gilmore
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Charlemont; Or, The Pride of the Village. a Tale of Kentucky
Simms, William Gilmore
Kentucky -- Fiction
That Alfred Stevens had taste and talent--that he was well read in the
volumes which had been her favorite study, Margaret Cooper needed no
long time to discover. She soon ascribed to him qualities and tastes
which were beyond his nature. Deceived by his tact, she believed in his
enthusiasm. He soon discovered HER tastes; and she found equally soon
that HIS were like her own. After this discovery, she gave him credit
for other and more important possessions; and little dreamed that,
while he responded to her glowing sentiments with others equally
glowing--avowed the same love for the same authors, and concurred with
her in the preference of the same passages--his feelings were as little
susceptible of sympathy with hers as would have been those of the cold
demon Mephistopheles! While her eye was flashing, her cheek flushed, her
breast heaving with the burning thoughts and strains of the master to
whom her beautiful lips were giving utterance, he was simply sensible
to HER beauty--to its strange, wild charms--and meditating thoughts
from which the soul of true poetry recoils with the last feelings of
aversion. Even the passion which he felt while he surveyed her, foreign
as it was to those legitimate emotions which her ambition and her genius
would equally have tended to inspire in any justly-minded nature,
might well be considered frigid--regarded as the result of deliberate
artifice--the true offspring of an habitual and base indulgence.
It was to meet this unsophisticated, impassioned, and confiding girl,
that Alfred Stevens bestowed such particular pains on his costume. He
felt its deficiencies, and, accordingly, the necessity of making the
most of it; for, though he perfectly well knew that such a woman as
Margaret Cooper would have been the very last to regard the mere garment
in which a congenial nature is arrayed, yet he also well knew that the
costume is not less indicative of the tastes than the wealth of the
wearer. You will see thousands of persons, men and women, richly
dressed, and but one will be WELL dressed: that one, most generally,
will be the individual who is perhaps of all others possessed of
the least resources for dress, other than those which dwell in the
well-arranged mind, the well-disposing taste, and the happy, crowning
fancy.
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