Graham's Magazine, Vol. XXI, No. 6, December 1842Various
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Graham's Magazine, Vol. XXI, No. 6, December 1842
Various
Literature -- Periodicals; Literature, Modern -- 19th century -- Periodicals
It was soon rumored through the village that our new minister was
engaged to Phebe Gray, and every body was delighted with the match.
Phebe was just the creature for a clergyman’s wife, quiet and gentle,
with manners that gave dignity to the softness of her disposition. In
the general satisfaction which reigned in the village, Malina was quite
overlooked. Her change of appearance was imputed to sadness at parting
with her sister; and, at times, when the wedding was talked of in her
presence, the rich color which burned over her cheeks, the brilliancy of
her eyes, and the flashes of wild merriment that sprung to her lips,
deceived the unobserving into a belief of her entire happiness. She
spent much of her time at the old parsonage, superintending the
arrangements of her sister’s home with a degree of taste and energy
which surprised all who witnessed her exertions. The rooms were all
newly arranged, delicate paper was purchased at New Haven for the walls,
new stepping stones were laid at the front door, green blinds gave a
look of elegance and seclusion to the windows; the profuse rose bushes
and lilac trees were pruned, and a white picket-fence hedged in the
little wilderness of flowers which blossomed in the front yard. The
cabinet maker, on School Hill, was busy with the furniture, all of a
superior kind. The carpet-weaver had borrowed two _quill-wheels_, and
all the spools, for a mile round, in order to expedite the progress of
sixty yards of striped carpeting through his cumbrous loom. The house
and its adornments were to be comfortable and elegant beyond any thing
that had been known in our village for a long time; and all was Malina’s
work. Her untiring assiduity created the little paradise which another
was to enjoy. Her money purchased the books which filled the little
study, whose window opened upon the most verdant corner of the orchard.
Her trembling hands placed a new inlaid flute on the little table, and
drew the easy chair close by, that the bridegroom might find every thing
ready and home-like in his new dwelling.
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