The Kentuckian in New-York; or, The Adventures of Three Southerns. Volume 1 (of 2)Caruthers, William Alexander
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The Kentuckian in New-York; or, The Adventures of Three Southerns. Volume 1 (of 2)
Caruthers, William Alexander
Adventure stories; City and town life -- New York (State) -- New York -- Fiction
"When we entered the saloon she was nowhere to be seen! my
disappointment was no doubt visible, for I saw an arch smile upon
Isabel's countenance, and, I must say, a very singular one upon
that of her brother. The idea first struck me that he is either
now, or has been, a suitor of the absent lady! Was there a lurking
jealousy at the bottom of my own heart, at the very time that I
was fishing up green monsters from Lamar's mental pandemonium?
Randolph, Oh! the human heart is deceitful above all things; and
it oftener deceives ourselves than others. We have radiated rays
of light for our mental vision outwards which we may extend _ad
infinitum_, but once turn our observations inwards, and it is like
inverting the telescope.
"We were presented to the lady of the mansion immediately upon our
entrance. She is benignant and bland, yet aristocratic withal. She
discovers a warm heart towards the South, probably from an idea of
a kindred aristocratic feeling in us. The two are, however, very
different in their developments. It is necessary here to have many
more bulwarks between this class and those below them than is
needful with us; as there is here a regular gradation in the
divisions of society. The end of one and the beginning of the next
are so merged, that it would be impossible to separate them
without these barriers. What are they? you would ask. They consist
in little formalities,--rigid adherence to fashion in its higher
flights,--exhibition of European and Oriental luxuries, et cetera,
et cetera.
"We were presented to the company in general; most of the
fashionable ladies were sitting or standing around a fine-toned
upright piano-forte, at which two of the party were executing, in
a very finished style of fashionable elegance, some of Rossini's
compositions, accompanied by a gentleman on the flute. And in good
truth, they produced scientific and fashionable music; but,
Randolph, it was not to my taste. You know that I have cultivated
music as a science, from my earliest youth; that I am an
enthusiast here, and not altogether a bungler in my own execution.
I have now discovered either that I lack taste, or that the
fashionable world is therein deficient. You shall decide between
us at another time.
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