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Pcuotcfr to £itcratmrc, Science, anti Art, t!)c Sons of temperance, JTeUcn3l}ip, ittasonrn, anti (General Intelligence. VOLUME I § £ % £© ¥ £ B 3? 0 £ T £ Y a WHEN FORTUNE BEAMS, When fortune beams around you, When hearts with pleasure leap, And hope and joys surround you, Forget not those who weep ; ■\Vlien friendship’s smile invites you To bless and to be blest : When every charm delights you— Oh, think of the distrest! When golden gales betide you, As if by heaven decreed. And plenty stands beside you—- Forget not those who need ! When pleasure’s cup seems endless, Oh prove it without end, Bv being to the friendless In every hour a friend ! 081 © I ‘Sr Aic w A %£ * THE TOOFS DAUGHTER BY MISS SUSAN A. STUART. [Concluded from our Z7s7.] CHAP. IV. “ And she with such resentment burned, * As only woman feels when scorned.” And Edith, all ill is time of chances and changes, liowisthe time passing with her? See for your self gentle reader, follow me into that well known p:\rlorof her mother’s dwelling ; there she sets the beautiful one—as light, as graceful, and still more level v than when we saw her last, for we now behold her a thinking, refined, intellectual woman ; with all her vouihful, beaming charms heightened into exquisite and womanly perfection. She leans rather pensively on the arm of the chair, with her soft, dimpled hand, holding in its rose tinted palm, the rounded chin ; the beautiful little foot patting on the floor, her eves bent on the flowers of her garden, seeing them in all their hues, floating like the colors in a kladescopebe fore her vision. Her guitar leans against her knee, and the other hand is straying across the strings, awakening its echoes like the notes of an ;Eolian harp. “ Mother I will go to Old Point with cousin Frank anti his wife, and spend the summer.” “ And suppose Charles Lennard arrives in your absence ?” “Mother you must excuse me for not having told you something. It is my first breach of con fvlence in you.” The listless attitude was now abandoned, and the one she assumed, whilst she continued in a more rapid tone, was full of de termination as well as grace. “Yes mother, mv very tirst. Charles Leonard will he there, at least a week after my arrival. Yesterday I received a letter from him, and such a letter ! ” her voice now faltered, hut indignantly driving hack the tears that were fast, filling her eves, she drew from her pocket a letter, and handing it to her mother told her to read it, then sinking back into the chair with a slight frown and heightened color, sni calmly as she could, whilst Mrs. Morton read the epistle spoken of in the preceding chapter. New York, Mav, 1847. Dear Elirh. —You must pardon my seeming neglect, in having left unanswered so long your list. I h ive been very ill, and had it riot been hr the unexampled kindness ot an American family resident in Rome, should ere this have slept, niv last sleep ; and though barely recovered, I sill teel iny strength needs recruiting, and intend tiielist of June or the first of July to set out for Old Point. Let me assure you I feel my exile from your presence most sensibly, but hope, when h-Ucr, to visit you in A . I know dear Edith this is but a sorry return for your long and affec tjonate letter to me, but 1 never did excel in put log my thoughts and feelings upon paper, and mv weakness now prevents anything like an at tl ‘ ln pt. I know you will make every excuse to Versed forme. Write soon, and believe me Uow as ever. Truly Yours, CHARLES. folded the letter and handed it hdhh, “ He mav be sick mv dear.” ‘wk! were 1 dying l would not have writen nw such a letter. Yes°l will goto Old Point and 1 can resign him freely, and then ! no,,Jf ‘ r u 'ill come back to you and never, never T e ,’l n y one again, as l love you, my own mother.” ■ ad tier arms were thrown around Mrs. Morton’s “j u ’liilst her tears fell unchecked. She stif i 1 h' l ! to weep, knowing it. would be better, •'bowed bv tender words, and the closer clasp rm ’ how sincerely she sympathised s in her first grief. t -‘ few days were passed by her in prepara- Jjpj. ur he r visit to Old Point. She accompanied , | 0| Jsin Frank Morton and wife, and found the frie I r()vv ded with fashionables, and in time lot ancy ball then in contemplation, k .1 vvas y°ung, and though indignant at 1 tes whom she yet loved, buoyant with life SAVANNAH. GA.. SATURDAY. DECEMBER 29. 1849. and hope, and I pray you my romantic, senti mental renders not to blame her if I say,she looked forward with pleasing anticipation for the great event. Be it recollected also that it was her first ball, and she had, though sojourning at the Point hut a week, received so many compliments, and become so much ihe rage ns would have been an excuse for older and steadier heads than that of the little golden-h tied one that rested on heryoung shoulders. Therefore if she was exhilerated a little by this homage to her beaux ycaitx, pardon her, gentle reader. CHAP. V. “ The music, and the banquet, and the wine. The garlands, the rose odours, and the flowers, The sparkling eyes, and flashing ornaments, The white arms, and the raven hair, the braids— And bracelets, swan-like bosoms, the thin robes Floatin': like clouds ’twixt our gaze and heaven ; And the tinkling feet, so small and sylph like.” Byron. ’Twns four o’clock, and the eve of the expected fanev ball. The hotel and its crowd of inmates, in all the anxieties of preperation and pleasing anticipation. The steamboats too had just arrived, bringing fresli accessions to the already crowded hotel ; and the innumerable waiters and chamber maids could be seen hurrying here and there pre paring For tVie arrivals. The long poriicoes that surround the central saloon were full of idlers ; some sauntering to and fro, others in all the care less abandonment of loose summer garb, were dfling with their cigars, and talking lazily and prozilv of politics. Groups of lovely women were promenading through the saloon in their dinner dress, some laughing, chatting, flirting, chess plaving with the officers of the garrison in their gay unifor ns. Nor was the sprightly middv with his banded cap set jauntily on his head, wanting amid these groups: for Hampton Road at the epoch of which we are speaking, contained no less than three frigates, waiting for orders to put to sen. Edith was not in the saloon, but, if you had looked closely you might probably have caught a glimpse of the rosy tips, of her taper fingers hold ing up a wee hit of the curtain to allow her bright eves to scan the arrivals as they came bustling up, amid porters, handbnrrows, and saunferers, from the wharf. Her little heart was beating wildly, and although dressed only in her loose, white never had she looked more lovely, for the rich flush of expectation was on her cheek, and her countenance was brightening and chang ing with every emotion. Charles Lennard was expected ! and here he comes, w’th a party, up the gravelled walk, fronting Edith’s window, which was one of those delightful little rooms joining the central saloon ; reader mine, if you have ever been there. Well, as l said, he comes laden with shawls, and walking closelv along with a graceful girl in a fashionable travelling dress, whose thick, green veil however,prevenfsEdith from getting n glimpse of her features. We will not say a. pang very much like the premonitory symptoms of the “green eyed monster” did not dart through her heart plaving sad havoc with her whilome hope full feelings. Pale and rather thinner than when she last saw him ; but oh ! how immeasure ablv superior to all the men she had hitherto seen bowing homage to her beauty. And now we must leave you fair Edith to await the time sot vour grande toilette , with vour feelings too excited for vour siesta, and follow C bancs and his party who, of course where no other than Bell Ashton and her parents. “A Fancy Ball ! how annoy ing,” said she, as Charles announced to her what was in contemplation, as he rejoined her in one of the parlors where she was waiting for her room lobe prepared, “Yes, ’tis so annoying to have arrived so late, for I cannot possibly dress in char acter, and I have no wish to go into the ball loom unless in costume.” “ But my dear Bel,” said Mrs. Ashton, ioa have so many beautiful evening dresses you ought to go by all means. I shall rest and go. Mr. Lennard, of course, will take a peep at them, will von not ? ” “ I shnll like very much to see my fair country women in character, to see how they suppoi ttlu m, said he, “ but Miss Bell do let me add my en treaties to your ma’s, and allow me the honor of being your escort.” “ I cannot promise vou yet,” said sue, smiling, “ but I will let you know ; and now in mercy, Mi. Lennard, do liurry them with our rooms as I am so tired.” , . ■, Charles started to execute her commands, and soon returning, gave the welcome intelligence of the chambers being ready, and after escorting them to the door, betook himself to his own, to re cruit from the weariness of three davs ‘ He had not the smallest suspicion of Li it i > being an inmate of the hotel, or of her being any where nearer than the delightful am. qmet hole village of A j and I really question it hardly a thought had turned towards her, so absorbed had he been in his attentions to Miss Ashton, who bv-the-bye, though ever graceful and lady-like, was sometimes exacting in her commands. Well he went to sleep —for heroes sleep as well as most persons —and when he aroused himself from his refreshing nap, the room was shrouded in the dimness of twilight. A top at his door made him spring from his bed, and throwing on his coat, gave entrance to a servant, who brought lights, hot water &c , as he had ordered, at that hour. Also came a little perfumed billet, “ with Miss Ashton’s compliments, and would be happy to accept of Mr. Leonard as an escort for the ball.” Behold him then at nine at Mrs. Ashton’s door, where he was soon joined bv the ladies. Have you ever been at Old Point Comfort ? if Non have you must know that splendid saloon, with its corridors in each side, large enough to contain with ease five hundred, without, at the same time, incommoding each other, making the belle tremble for the gauzy texture of her dress, and her little feet, as she wends her way through what, in any common sized saloon, would be a crowd. What a coup (Veil struck our party as the}’ en tered the west door from the corridor. No gar den ever gleamed more brilliantly with clustering flowers, than did that gas-lit, lofty room, with its pillars, its flowers, its mirrors, reflecting its ex tensive range and gayly dressed groups, making ii look st ill larger, and more crowded. The splen did band of the garrison was in full play, wafting strains of delicious music o’er the illumined and perfumed scene. There were groups of fair forms and faces that would task Raphael’s sweet ness, Guido’s grace, or Titian’s exquisite color ing. Fragments of conversation, like disjointed bars of music, dropped from their lips. ‘There in other groups, could be seen the distinguished statesman and orators, mingling with ihe monied merchant; authors, whose eloquence linked their readers hearts to their names with chains of gold, and caused many a one to beat as wildly, as now beats those in the young Houri’s who deck this glad scene. Dancing has not yet commenced. A buzz of general admiration now follows a group who have just entered. It consisted of four persons,two ladies and gentlemen, en charac trreala Cracovienne. Upon oue in particular of that well dressed quartille did the eye rest in amaze, at her radiant loveliness of form and fea ture, and tho exquisite grace of her undulating step, reminding one of the dip of a sea gull, so easy, so gliding in its motion. Her cavalier was -angularly tall, thereby making the form which leaned on his arm, almost yctittc by comparison. Her short, full skirt, of white silk, with scarlet rib bons, tight fitting velvet jacket of the same brilliant dye, with its buttons and embroidery of silver ; scarlet boots ala Polka, and a small cap of velvet, with white marabouts , completed the costume, and exactly suited ihe arch look of the beautiful Edith. Her luxuriant tresses of bright brown were braided in wide plaits, and tied cn neevdi, wit h ribbons to match her jacket. Charles fairly started, for unchanged, except that added years had but increased her loveliness, and her coquettish dress and the dazzling light, made her look more etherial and fairy-1 ike than lip had ever seen her. ’Twas his own Edith ! Yes, the truant heart that had been straying like a thought of the mind, was instantly brought back to its allegiance, and the deep tone with which he murmured “ Edith ! ” had all the fervor and ten derness of the moonlight 1 rysting scene. A pang too, very much like jealousy fame to nnnov him at this crisis, when he saw her dispen sing her smiles to the gentlemen who had almost surrounded her party, and seemed soliciting her hand for the polka quadrilles then forming. How inconsistent are these very same “ lords of crea tion ! ” There stood Charles, fuming and chafing internally, because Edith had not been able, by some magnetic attraction, to single him out from that crowd of five hundred, and lie had been ob livious almost of her existence, for weeks past ! He determined to get rid of Bel ss soon as po liteness would allow, and claim from Edith bis recognisance, though at the same time thoughts of writing a tiny note, and getting it conveyed to her, crossed the almost “ twilight of his brain ;” for be, poor fellow, was fearful that the young, untrained girl, who had not mingled in European courts, and been the admiration of moustached barons and stripling lords, might be apt to get up a scene. He might have spared himself the har rowing thought did he know that Edith had ac tually seen him on her first entrance, and was determined on showing him that her happiness was not entirely dependant on her whilome, care less lover. The chains which he had been so anxious to unloose, be hugged with joy and anxiety the Clo ser to him now, as he. notwithstanding the bril liant remarks of Bel, continued absorbed and wrapt in the contemplation of her peerless beautv, and her sprightly* hut lady-like manner. He now entered con amore into the truth of Shaks peare’s lines: “ It so falls out, That whattrtf lave, we prize not to the worth, While we enjoy it, but being lacked and lost, Why then we know its value— then we find The virtue, that possession would not show ua While it was ours.” He watches her, and she at last suffers her eyes to fall upon him. “Is it possible? Am I so changed? Is she forgetful of me, that 1 am not recognised ! ” was his now agonized thought, and will) a mur mured apology he resigned Bel to her father, and moved towards Edith. Too late ! she has taken her place in the quadrille at this moment, and he reaches her for mer position in time only to hear the murmurs of admiration from the group left. The graceful, willowy figure of Edith is now moving through tlie dance with a young officer whom Leonard at once dubs in his heart “a pappy” liom the fact of seeing him look on his own Edith with too im passioned an eye to suit his ideas. As she takes her place, her eyes meet those of Charles, 4i she sees me now,” and an electric stream shoots through each heart, for the bright blush of Edith O O suffuses even the snowy throat. When the quadrille was finished, he of course had an opportunity of advancing and addressing her. Oh, for that same inconsistency which 1 have before apostrophised, he now would rather have the embarras of a scene, than ihe smiles, and (to his excited imagination) very cool, collected reception which Edith gives him. She welcomes him, ’tis true, but sharing with him — him, the loved—the betrothed —die long absent, the smiles and kind words he so covets, with the acquain tances of a day! Could mortal man bear this ! Charles felt that the iron had entered into his soul, and Edith saw it. He can find no opportunity of speaking with her; he asks her to dance, to promenade widi him ; she holds up to him her tablets with its lengthy list of names, and with her musical laugh cries, Mercy, I pray you ! ” Charles turns off with a bow, he vainly strives to make as careless as her manner to him, and rejoins the Ashton’s. — Oh horror! Be] is sulky, she will not dance, for she has watched Charles throughout his interview with Edith, and a light shade rests on her brow. Their pnrtv leave earlv ihe ball room, and Leonard, restless and disquieted, wanders forth to the beach, seeking company from the moaning and restless waves for his own troubled thoughts. Strains of melody arc borne to him on that lonely shore from the scene of gay festivity, and he feels angry with Edith, whom his jealous imagination pictures reveling in the dance, for thus engaging herself to his own misery. He sat down on the break water watching the w aves, and in his de spairing mood, washing for death, and bethinking himself of the heartlessness of all woman-kind, and of Edith in particular. The stars werepaleing in the quiet skv, when he betook himseif homeward, worn out,exhausted. He passed the now deserted ball room, whose “guests have fled,” and threw-himself on his bed, to toss in dark dreams the few remaining hours that intervened between then and the time he could reasonably expect to see Edith. CHAP. VI. “ Forgive and forget ! why the world would bo lonely. The garden a wilderness lelt to deform. If the flowers but remembered the chilling winds only, And the fields gave no verdure for tear ot the storm.” What a glorious night.! How dazzling look the shining sand, the glistening water in the moon’s mellow ravs, which falls so brightly upon them, and bathing in its effulgence those two figures who fT o n are passing to and fro on the ram parts or rortress Monroe, nearest the bay—’tis Edith and Lennard. Vainly had he sought during the day an inter view, but he could only see her the centre of an admiring circle, for Edith was decidedly the “queen of beauty,” and the belle amid the many who thronged the crowded saloons of the Hygea Hotel. At last she promised him to walk after tea to the garrison, and there had she and Charles gone, and ’ueath the brightly shining moon be had told to her his wanderings—his fault —his love. And Edith V why vou must he as tired as I am of this love tale ! —she, like a true woman, forgave him, for she loved. At first, however, she made him writhe under lier assumed fickleness, till she saw his agony, nnd then when almost in despair of regaining the lost treasure, came like manna to the starving Israelites, tier forgiveness, with the laughing rejoinder, “to be a good boy, and she would try to love him.” A week later finds them en route for A , Charles Lennard accompanying them, for he is as eager now to ratify his engagement as he was before to free himself He had told Del Ashton the day after the ball, of his engagement, and NUMBER 43.