Graham's Magazine, Vol. XXXV, No. 3, September 1849Various
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Graham's Magazine, Vol. XXXV, No. 3, September 1849
Various
Literature -- Periodicals; Literature, Modern -- 19th century -- Periodicals
“What is it, Jessie?” said Emilie, whose electrical sympathy was
instantly roused, “any thing more from those abominable Tylers? Pray let
me see?” Mrs. Tower looked over Emilie’s shoulder as she read. “What
insolence! Jessie Lincoln, if I were only a _man_, I am sure I should
avenge your insult in single combat! Why, brother, are _you_ a man, and
will you see a lady treated like that?” she continued with thrilling
emphasis, throwing the note disdainfully out of her hands.
“Yes, sister, I hope I am a man,” replied the young naval officer, “but
not quite so hot-headed and reckless a man as _you_ would have made. If
you were on board our vessel, I fear we might have our hands full to
keep you out of ‘affairs of honor!’ Miss Lincoln, I presume,” he
continued, laying down the note, while a flush slowly crept to his
forehead, “has wisdom enough to manage with the contempt it deserves, so
very contemptible an assault!”
“I will reply to it, Jessie,” said Mrs. Tower, as she sat down before
her writing-table and wrote:—
“Mrs. Tower takes the liberty to decline for Miss Lincoln, the
proposition Miss Tyler has seen fit to make, as the change in
Miss Lincoln’s circumstances and prospects renders any further
intercourse with Miss Tyler unbefitting entirely. That
intercourse is therefore at an end.”
Jessie begged that any thing so like retaliation, might not be sent, as
Miss Tyler was unquestionably instigated by the Varleys, who were too
cowardly to assail her only through a tool.
“It becomes me, Jessie, to vindicate the honor of my family, and I feel
justified in checking such effrontery, and foiling it with its own
weapons,” insisted Mrs. Tower.
“Yes, yes indeed!” said Emilie. “I’m glad of it, Mrs. Tower, and I only
wish _I_ had the inditing of the reply. It would scorch like a flame,
I’m sure it would, every word of it. Do, please charge me with the
delivery of the missive, Mrs. Tower! my fingers ache for the commission,
and I’ll add an oral appendix on my _own_ hook!”
“O, no, Emilie,” replied Mrs. Tower, smiling; “I appreciate your
generous intention, but I fear your enthusiasm and indignation might
spoil your embassy.”
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