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
It is not to be denied, that these sudden apparitions of young and
beautiful females, almost completely shrouded in mantles, drapery, or
veils, are the very circumstances fully to arouse the slumbering
energies of a lately emancipated college Quixotte. A lovely pair of
eyes, brimful of tears,--a "Cinderella" foot and ankle,--a white and
beautifully turned hand and tapered fingers, with perhaps a mourning
ring or two,--or a bonnet suddenly blown off, so as to dishevel a
magnificent head of hair, its pretty mistress meanwhile all confusion,
and her snowy neck and temples suffused with blushes,--these are the
little incidents on which the real romances of human life are founded.
How many persons can look back to such a commencement of their youthful
loves! nay, perhaps, refer to it all the little enjoyment with which
they have been blessed through life! We venture to say, that those who
were so unfortunate as never to bring their first youthful romance to a
fortunate denouement, can likewise look back upon such occurrences with
many pleasing emotions. A bachelor or a widower, indeed, may not always
recur with pleasure to these first passages in the book of life,--but
the feelings even of these are not altogether of the melancholy kind.
The fairy queens of their spring-tide will sometimes arise in the
present tense, until they almost imagine themselves in the possession
again of youth and all its raptures,--its brilliant dreams, airy
castles, "hair-breadth 'scapes," and miraculous deliverances,--cruel
fathers, and perverse guardians, and stolen interviews, and lovers' vows
and tokens,--winding up finally with a runaway match--all of the
imagination.
After the equipage before alluded to had been for some time left behind,
our travellers began to descry, at the distance of several miles, the
long white portico of the country inn at which they proposed to
breakfast. The United States mail-coach for Baltimore was standing at
the door, evidently waiting till the passengers should have performed
the same needful operation. Servants were running hither and thither,
some to the roost, others to the stable, as if a large number of the
most distinguished dignitaries of the land had just arrived.
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