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
As Lamar closed the door, Chevillere drew from his pocket a little
basket segar-case, from which he extracted a genuine Havana, and
lighting a taper at the candle, and throwing himself into one of those
easy attitudes familiar to smokers, with his head back, and his eyes
closed, gave himself up to those absorbing reveries, generally
delightful in proportion to the goodness of the segar, which a southern
knows so well how to enjoy. To be fully relished, segars should be
resorted to only in the evening, and then in moderation. The sensibility
is blunted by excess, and in that case, tobacco, like the intoxicating
drinks, will sometimes conjure up frightful images upon the wall of a
dimly-lighted chamber, or among the embers of a dying fire. Victor,
however, had not converted his capacity for enjoyment into fruitful
sources of mental and physical suffering---he sat for a long time gently
throwing the fragrant results of his efforts into various columns,
wreaths, and pyramids. Not that his mind dwelt upon these things for a
moment; he was far distant in spirit; his imagination was calling up
delightful dreams of love and friendship, with thoughts of a beloved
cousin, of his friend and room-mate Beverley Randolph--his mother, his
home, and the scenes of his childhood, and finally, of the lady of the
black mantle. He beheld airy castles,--romantic adventures,--bridal
scenes--and flowers,--assemblies,--parties,--and the high hills of the
Santee.
Aladdin's lamp never wrought more rich and highly-coloured scenes of
enchantment than did this same Havana; but the most pleasant dream must
come to an end, as well as the richest flavoured segar--and so did
Chevillere's. Tossing the little hot remnant from him with a passionate
jerk, as if in anger at the insensible cause of his interruption, he
bounced into the centre of the floor and began to pace to and fro, in
his accustomed mood, clenching his fists now and then, and by his whole
appearance showing a perfect contrast to the calm and delightful revery
attendant upon the first stage of tobacco intoxication.
In this mood we shall leave him to seek his rest, while we recount in
the next chapter what farther befel our late collegians on the following
morning.
CHAPTER IV.
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