Rob of the Bowl: A Legend of St. Inigoe's. Vol. 1 (of 2) — John Shaqi
Rob of the Bowl: A Legend of St. Inigoe's. Vol. 1 (of 2)Kennedy, John Pendleton
History
Rob of the Bowl: A Legend of St. Inigoe's. Vol. 1 (of 2)
Kennedy, John Pendleton
Maryland -- History -- Colonial period, ca. 1600-1775 -- Fiction
Upon the thoughtful character of Alice Warden this influence shed a
mellow and attractive light, and gave to the performance of her daily
duties that orderly and uninterrupted cheerfulness which showed the
content of her spirit. She found an engrossing labour of love in
superintending the education of her sister. Blanche Warden had now
arrived within a span of her eighteenth year. Alice had guarded her
path from infancy with a mother's tenderness, ministering to her
enjoyments and instilling into her mind all that her own attainments,
circumscribed, it is true, within a narrow circle, enabled her to
teach. The young favourite had grown up under this domestic nurture,
aided by the valuable instructions of father Pierre, who had the
guidance of her studies, a warm-hearted girl, accomplished much beyond
the scant acquisitions ordinarily, at that day, within the reach of
women, and distinguished for that confiding gentleness of heart and
purity of thought and word which the caresses of friends, the
perception of the domestic affections, and seclusion from the busy
world are likely to engender in an ardent and artless nature.
Of the beauty of the Rose of St. Mary's (for so contemporaries were
wont to designate her) tradition speaks with a poetical fervour. I have
heard it said that Maryland, far-famed for lovely women, hath not since
had a fairer daughter. The beauty which lives in expression was
eminently hers; that beauty which is scarcely to be caught by the
painter,--which, changeful as the surface of the welling fountain where
all the fresh images of nature are for ever shifting and sparkling with
the glories of the mirror, defies the limner's skill. In stature she
was neither short nor tall, but distinguished by a form of admirable
symmetry both for grace and activity. Her features, it is scarce
necessary to say, were regular,--but not absolutely so, for, I know not
why, perfect regularity is a hinderance to expression. Eyes of dark
hazel, with long lashes that gave, by turns, a pensive and playful
light to her face, serving, at will, to curtain from the world the
thoughts which otherwise would have been read by friend and foe; hair
of a rich brown, glossy and, in some lights, even like the raven's
wing,--ample in volume and turning her brow and shoulders almost into
marble by the contrast; a complexion of spotless, healthful white and
red; a light, elastic step, responding to the gaiety of her heart; a
voice melodious and clear, gentle in its tones and various in its
modulation, according to the feeling it uttered;--these constituted no
inconsiderable items in the inventory of her perfections. Her spirit
was blithe, affectionate and quick in its sympathies; her ear credulous
to believe what was good, and slow to take an evil report. The
innocence of her thoughts kindled an habitual light upon her
countenance, which was only dimmed when the rough handling by fortune
of friend or kinsman was recounted to her, and brought forth the ready
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