The Kentuckian in New-York; or, The Adventures of Three Southerns. Volume 1 (of 2) — John Shaqi
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
"'M. J. CHEVILLERE.'
"'I am the luckiest dog alive,' said I, jumping nearly over the
negro's head, 'Is your young mistress here also.'
"'Yes, masta, she is just leaving school for home, so please you.'
"'Please me!' said I; 'to be sure it does please me; I never was
more pleased in all my life. For I was just about to forswear
these eternal pine-barrens and sand-hills, and face to the
right-about. So lead the way to your two mistresses.' Whereupon he
led the way, hat in hand, to a room in the inn; and there,
Chevillere, sat your honoured mother. Commend me to our southern
matrons in high-life. Not that I know any thing against your
northern ladies, old or young; but there is in our mothers a mild
dignity, hospitality, and politeness, which makes every one at
home. But I need not describe to you your own. But I will not
promise you as much of the little blushing southern brunette, who
gracefully arose on your mother's saying, 'Mr. Randolph, my
adopted daughter Virginia Bell Chevillere.' I saw in an instant
that you had told her of our college bargain, and my falling in
love with her miniature. By-the-by, you ought to break that
slanderous miniature, or the head of the dauber who perpetrated
it. Her beauty never could be delineated on ivory or canvass. Can
any one paint the living, breathing soul of a very young and
beautiful female? No! and I'll tell you why. If a man had the
genius to do so, the very enthusiasm which always attends it would
throw him into very unpainter-like raptures at the sight of such a
one; and that's the true reason why artists so seldom succeed in
delineating young females. A precious piece of logic for you. But
to return to the original of the picture; there was a blushing
consciousness about the little Bell, as everybody calls her, which
was truly charming. Her jet black hair and eyes shone like ebony;
her brilliant white teeth and brunette complexion were radiant
with blushing smiles at this first reception of her long-promised
husband. There was no girlish pouting, or childish affectation, as
is too often the case when the parties have been laid off for each
other; she was at the same time modest and self-possessed; her
fairy figure glided about, as if her little fairy foot scarcely
touched the carpet. I tell you these things, because you asked me
to do so in all plainness of speech. Your cousin is all that a
cousin of my dearest friend should be--lovely, intelligent, and
interesting.
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