Rob of the Bowl: A Legend of St. Inigoe's. Vol. 1 (of 2)Kennedy, John Pendleton
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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
neighbours after service, and, in short, kept her hands full of
business.
Her interest in the comfort and welfare of the towns-people grew partly
out of her temperament, and partly out of a feudal pride that regarded
them as the liegemen of her brother the chief,--a relation which she
considered as creating an obligation to extend to them her countenance
upon all proper occasions: and, sooth to say, that countenance was not
perhaps the most comely in the province, being somewhat sallow, but it
was as full of benevolence as became so exemplary a spirit. She watched
peculiarly what might be called the under-growth, and was very
successful in worming herself into the schemes and plans of the young
people. Her entertainments at the mansion were frequent, and no less
acceptable to the gayer portion of the inhabitants than they were to
her brother. On these occasions she held a little court, over which she
presided with an amiable despotism, and fully maintained the state of
the Lord Proprietary. By these means the Lady Maria had attained to an
over-shadowing popularity in the town.
Blanche Warden had, from infancy, engaged her deepest solicitude; and
as she took to herself no small share of the merit of that nurture by
which her favourite had grown in accomplishment, she felt, in the
maiden's praises which every where rang through the province, an almost
maternal delight. Scarcely a day passed over without some manifestation
of this concern. New patterns of embroidery, music brought by the last
ship from _home_, some invitation of friendship or letter of counsel,
furnished occasions of daily intercourse between the patroness and the
maiden of the Rose Croft; and not unfrequently the venerable spinster
herself,--attended by a familiar in the shape of a little Indian girl,
Natta, the daughter of Pamesack, arrayed in the trinketry of her
tribe--alighted from an ambling pony at the Collector's door, with a
face full of the importance of business. Perchance, there might be an
occasion of merry-making in contemplation, and then the lady Maria
united in consultation with sister Alice concerning the details of the
matter, and it was debated, with the deliberation due to so interesting
a subject, whether Blanche should wear her black or her crimson velvet
boddice, her sarsnet or her satin, and such other weighty matters as
have not yet lost their claims to thoughtful consideration on similar
emergencies.
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