The Southern Literary Messenger, Volume I., 1834-35Various
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The Southern Literary Messenger, Volume I., 1834-35
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American literature -- 19th century -- Periodicals
It were vain to talk of her "hyacinthine curls," her "ruby lips," her
"pearly teeth," her "gazelle eye." These, and all the etceteras of
description, define not beauty. It belongs to the pencil and not to
the pen, to give us a faint idea of its living richness. But had your
eyes glanced round a crowded room, crowded with beauty too, they would
have rested in amazement there; amazement, that one so lovely should
be on earth, and breathe among the creatures of common clay. Alas! it
could not be so long. No, I did not love her in manhood's sense of
love; for, at the time I speak of, I was but fourteen, and Caroline
was in her eighteenth year; but I loved her as all created things that
could love, loved her; from the highest to the lowest, she was the
darling of the household. The servants, indoor and outdoor, young and
old, and the crossest of the old, loved her. None so crabbed her smile
would not soften; none so stern her mildness would not subdue. Oh,
what a creature she was. I never saw Caroline angry, though I have
seen her repel, with dignity, intrusion or impertinence. I never saw
her cross. But this theme will lead me too far; and, perhaps the
reader thinks I might sum up my estimate of her qualities in one
word--perfection. Not so; but as near to it as the Creator ever
suffered his creature to attain. Well, we were sitting round the fire
in the manner I have described. Caroline was amusing me with a
description of the pleasures of the town, for she had just returned
from a visit to a relation residing in the city of ----, when the
sound was heard of a carriage coming up the avenue. What a bustle!
Father bounced up, dropping the paper and his spectacles; Mother
stopped wondering about Patsy Woods, to wonder still more who this
could be. Pussy remained quiet, but Carlo prevailed upon himself to
stretch and yawn, and totter to the door, to satisfy his curiosity.
Sister looked up. Caroline looked down; and then sister looked at her
very archly, though I could not tell why, and said, "go brother Harry,
ask the gentleman in."
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