--vi 'mm 'imriirnnii t'iOTiim i ZnfT H IAJ.U1V j,;.-v-.'.vt fo VOL. XI. NEW 13LOOMFIEL33, TUESDAY, JULY 17, 1877. NO. 28. 1 jfl' 111 IfdvM Hi I AL THE TIMES. in Imlrpcudenl Fanillj Newspaper, 18 rUM.ISIIED EVEnT TUESDAY BY F. MORTIMER & CO. Subscription Price. Within tlio Comity II 25 ' Hlx months, 75 Out of the County, IneludiiiK postage ISO " " nix muntlis " 85 Invariably In Advance I AdvcitisliiR rates furnished upon appli cation. elciSt 'Poctt' A BRIMSTONE MATCH. Oh, lior hair la as dark as the midnight wave And her eye Is like kindling fire, And her voice Is as sweet as the spirit's voice, That chords with the seraph's lyre. Hut her nails are ns shnrp as a toasting fork, And her arms ns strong as a bear's She pulled my hnlr and gouged my eye, And she kicked me down the stairs. I've got an eye that's made of glass, And I'v got a wig that's new j The wig Is frizzed in corkscrew curls, And the eye is a clouded nine. Bho may shake her knuckles full In my face, And put tWe lamp to my beard, And hold tlio broom stick over my bead But I'm not a lilt nfcar'd. For I've bound her over to keep the peace, And I've bought me a crabtreo cane, The justice will come, and the coustablo too, If she meddles wllh me again. My bead was a week In the linen cap, And my eye a month In the patch j I never thought that the torch of loyo Would light such a brimstone match. For The Times. The Waltz and The Wager. I E ARE quite ready, papa," said V V Georgiana Melton, as she enter ed her father's library, with her Hlster Caroline. " Do let us go this very min ute I am so Impatient I" " I see you are my love, and therefore yon will bo good enough to sit quietly down, till I have finished my paper." Georgiana bit her lips, and threw her self on a sofa opposite a largo mirror, while Caroline smilingly stooped to ca ress an Italian grey-hound, which had sprung from the hearth when she en tered. While the three are thus occupied Georgy with herself, Carry with her dog, and their fond father ever and anon feed ing his paternal vanity, by a shy peep over the edges of his paper, we, my dear reader, with your permission, take the same liberty, with the sincere,but scarce ly reasonable hope, that you may expe rience as much pleasure in the survey ,as did Sir Richard Melton. No wonder the frown gradually clear ed away from the polished brow of Geor giana I No wonder her superb, hazel eyes are so proudly lighted up, as she gazes at the reflection in the mirror, of her brilliant and aristocratic beauty. She cannot be more than nineteen years of age ; yet there is perfect majesty in hermcin, and in the noble contour of her form and features, as she lies with her small head thrown haughtily back, her white throat curved, and her fair, round arms folded gracefully before her. Her dress is of rich white satin, fitting closely to her beautiful bust,and reaching nearly to the throat, where it Is termin ated by a row of swan's down. The satin falls, which drape her dimpled elbow, are-trimmed In the same chaste and sim ple manner; but look! as she moves, the sudden flash of diamonds from amid the rich softness of th I that simplicity alone cannot satisfy the regal taste of the wearer. She is evident ly fond of those "stars of the darkling mine." They girdle her waist; they ore wreathed on her snowy arm ; they gleam like chain lightning amid the braids of dark brown hair, which is parted smoothly from her white veined temples and plaited behind. Her head Is exquisitely formed, her forehead is fair and broad, her eyes are eloquent with the beauty of a proud and generous soul. The bloom on her cheek is the richest hue of health and youth and expression of her arched and glowing mouth is Inimitably splrited,yet sweet as a new-born rose. Altogether, Georgiana Melton is about as radiant a creature as ever thought fit to Illumine this snd, cold world of ours. And now for the fairy Caroline. Poor Carry I by the side of her brilliant and stately sister she Is like the lily of the valley In the shade of a magnificent magnolia. Her form what there is of It Is pretty and light ; but her hands and feet are so smull, that peoplo wonder what they are good for. Nevertheless, she is very lovely, and very graceful, and though her timid beauty, overspread as It Is, by the more striking charm of Georglutia, Is seldom noticed, yet the extreme deli cacy of her complexion the profuson of her silken ringlets, that full In a shower of light on her shoulder her dimpled cheek, rosy mouth, and melting blue eyes, looking so bewltchlngly bash ful beneath those drooping lashes all these combined with an nlroftlie most perfect child-like innocence utid purity, may well render the little petted Curry, what a friend of mlneemphuticully call ed her, " a charm !'' She, too, is dressed in white; but her dress is muslin, of the simplest fashion, mid wholly unadorned. Curry is Just sixteen, and Just "coming out." lint see I they are preparing to go. Blr George is putting down his paper, Geor giana Is wrapping a miignflcent shawl around her queenly form and Carry Is tying her clonk. They pass through a line of liveried servants they enter the carriage they are gone to an evening party at Lady C 's. Let us go too, dear reader. Wo have no invitation It is true n' iwiwfc Lady C Is.liy far too luxuriously indolent to trouble her graceful head about us. She will only raise, in languid wonder, her large, soft, dreamy eyes, and be glad of an excuse to arch still more her already beautifully curved eyebrows. Bo then, hero we are, and Just in time to hear the announce ment of Bir George and the Misses Mel ton, and to see the eager gaze of admira tion which follows the first appearance this season of the beautiful helrcss.Geor giana. " Remember, love,no waltzing 1" whispered Bir George, as lie led them forward. " Remember, love, no waltz ing 1" was echoed In a low, playful tone, on the other side, and, turning, Georgi ana met the dark and earnest eyes of her betrothed lover, Vincent Lorraine. Bho had deemed him far distant, and could not wholly repress the smile and blush of delighted surprise, that stole to her cheek at the sound. Rut she averted her face to conceal them, for she was provoked at his presumption, as she haughtily deemed it, in during thus to dictate to her. " He knows," she said to herself, " that I have never waltzed, even with him ; indeed, he never pre sumed to ask it ; but he shall learn that his commands are not to be my law; and papa, too I what could induce them both to force me into an alternative so very disagreeable Y not that I see any great harm in waltzing, except that a man's arm round one's waist must be a bore." During these very reasonable cogita tions of his docile daughter, St. George led the ladies to a sofa, and left them in charge of Lorraine. " I never could," said the latter to Carry, as he took his seat beside them, wholly unconscious of the wayward mood into which Georgi ana had wrought herself, " I am sure I could never respect a woman who would submit to the familiarity necessary in that voluptuous dance.'' " Miss Melton," said the young and graceful Duke of R , bowing low to Georgiana, " I hardly dare ask the honor of your hand for the next waltz." Geor giana smiled encourugingly. " Will you indeed be sogracious V" offering his arm. Georgiana rose and accepted it. The Duke looked surprised and vexed, while Caroline raised her eyes imploringly to her sister's face. " Georgy !" she whispered, " you will not waltz after what papa and Vincent have said ?" , . " Papa and Mr. Lorraln do not know me!" and bhe cast a glance of playful, but slightly scornful defiance at her lov er. She was rather startled, and very much provoked at the look he gave her in return. It haunted her through the waltz, and though she had never looked so brilliantly beautlful.and never danced with such bewitching grace, the smile on her lip was a falsehood, for her heart was ill at ease. We must now explain the evident dis appointment betrayed by the Duke of R when Georgiana accepted his pro posal to waltz. On his way to the man sion of Lady C , with a band of gay companions, he had rashly laid a wager of considerable amount, that only one unmarried woman In the room would refuse to waltz with him, and that to Hint woman, whoever she might be, ho would propose before the end of the sea son. Georgiana Melton was in his mind's or rather his heart's eye, when he made the bet. A passionate admirer of beauty In all its forms, he had borne her radi ant image away from many a festive scene, and worshipped it in solitude and silence. He had heard, with a species of exultation, a few evenings previous, her dignified refusal to waltz with the most distinguished Individual In the room, and lie had thought how well the ducal coronet would grace a brow so no ble ami so pure. Guy, profuse, and seemingly thoughtless as he was, he hod nursed in secret a noble refinement of soul, which rendered him fastidious, even In trifles, und he could not forgive Miss Melton her evident eagerness to join in a dance which he disapproved, although her favored partner was him self. le was vexed with her for fulling to roach the standard of perfection lie hud raised in his own mind, and when the dance was done, he turned away with a sigh, that told of blighted hope. Georgiana mistook that sigh for one of love; for she had often marked the earnest guze of admiration, and In spite of her long cherished affection for Lor raine, her young heart fluttered at the thought of the brilliant conquest she had made. As the Duke left her, her cousin ap proached. Her eyes fell beneath hls.and her very temples Hushed with the agita tion of her heart. He Beemed about to speak as he took her trembling hand; but suddenly letting It fall again, with out a word, he hurried by und left the room. Georgiana smiled as her fancy pictured an interesting reconciliation, which she Intended should tuke place in her boudoir, the next morning, at farthest. "I have lost my wager," whispered the young Duke to ids friend, Lord N , " and what Is worse, I have lost the loveliest woman In England." " Pardon me, my friend," said Lord N . " You have lost neither your bet nor your bride." " How ! have I not waltzed with every unmarried woman in the room (Thank Heaven there are not many!) and Is not Miss Melton the star of the season V" " Do you seo that delicate creature at her side V" replied his friend. " Who can see anything where she Is, but herself y Ha! but she is beautiful! who is she'r" do you know her? I hope she don't waltz. I dread to ask her, lest those sweet lips should simper 'yes.' I shall detest that word in fu ture." And ere Lord N could re ply, the Duke was requesting from Georgiana an introduction to her sister. Caroline's eyelids dropped, and a soft blush, warmed her delicate cheek, when hehestitatlngly requested her to join the waltzers. He almost trembled for her answer. It was simple, 'No, your grace!' and the young nobleman thought he had never heard a voice so thrilling ly sweet before. "Will you not in deed V" he Involuntarily exclaimed. " I am so happy to hear it." Caroline open ed her blue eyes with wonder, and Geor giana grew stately ; but they soon for got the seeming rudeness of the remark, in the delight which his eloquent con versation inspired, and the generous heart of our heroine exulted at the ini pression which her " fairy pet," (as she fondly called her sister), had evidently made. " I am sure you have bewitched him, sweet!" said Miss Melton to Caroline, the next day, " and what a charming little Duchess you'll be !" she continued, fondly twining her Jeweled fingers in the ringlets of her sister, as the latter closed her tell-tale eyes on her shoulder. " Rut baste ! that was Vincent's kuock I am sure it was !" and she stooped and kissed Carry's fair brow, to conceal the emotion which glowed in her eloquent face. "What an enchanting picture!" ex claimed the Duke of G , as he en tered the room at the moment. Georgiana started in disappointment, and Caroline in blushing delight, at the voice. And where was Vincent Lor raine!"' The servant answered her heart's un uttered question, by handing her a let- ter, wllh which, making a scarcely audible excuse, she hurried from the room. One bright afternoon in September, about four years subsequent to the date of the incidents related, a luxurious boudoir In Relgrave Square, was occu pied by two ladles, both young and one almost child-like in her appearance. The form of the latter was of falry-llke pro portions, with the roundness and grace of a Hebe. She might have personated that goddess in face as well as figure ; for her deep blue eyes were full of Joy and love; her mouth had the fresh and dewy red of a ripe, but unplucked cherry her cheek was blight with tender bloom, find coutitless curls of a rich, golden hue, clustered softly round its dimpled beauty and enhanced the bewitching sweetness of its expression. Young as she was, she was evidently a mother, for her love ly, sportive Infant lay in her arms,and a miniature of herself, a tiny girl, between two and three years of age, stood at the knee of the other lady, turning over the gilded leaves of an annual. It would be difficult to describe the singular beauty of the face, which was bent toward the child ; the large hazel eyes were filled with a wild and passlon ot emelancholy. The cheek was perfectly colorless, yet so transparent, that any unusual emotion would instantly reveal itself there, Illumining that spiritual paleness with a brilliant glow, momen tary indeed, but exquisitely delicate. The hair was glossy, and intensely blackjuy ing in rich masses on either side of the fuce, and braided loosely behind. The eyelashes were long, of the same Jettish hue, contrasting strangely wllh the tint less purity of her complexion. The grace and majesty of her form were finely de veloped by her rich simple dress. It was a black velvet, sweeping in amplo folds below her feet, and wholly without orna ment, excepting a frill of black lace at the throat. She was seated In a deep crimson chair, over the arm of which, hung a superb India shawl, bright with the gorgeous colors of the eastern loom. "Oh ! isn't that a pretty picture, aunt V" exclaimed the little prattler at her knee, and the ludy stooped still low er, until her pale cheek touched the round and rosy one of the child. The door opened, and two young men entered the room, one of them saylng.as he did. so, " I have brought you an old friend, Caroline, whom I am sure you will be happy to see, and you also, Georgiana." While the youthful Duchess sprang eagerly forward to welcome thestranger, the dark-haired lady languidly raised her eyes ; but they fell again instantly, and the color mounted to her brow, when she met the earnest and admiring gaze of the Duke's companion. " Miss Melton," said the deep and musical voice of Vincent Lorraine,whlle his lip quivered with emotion, " this Is indeed a happiness I did not dare to hope ; but after a four years' absence from all I love best upon earth, you will not surely refuse to welcome me home again." Georgiana threw back her sately head ; but she could not repress the growing smile of Joy, which lighted up her beau tiful face, as she replied, " My welcome can be of but little importance to Mr. Lorraine ; but It is freely given, never theless.? And she frankly held out her hand. . " I wish you success, most heartily, my dear fellow '." said the Duke, as he and Lorraine were riding through Hyde Park a few days afterwards, " but I must candidly tell you that you have but little chance with "the statute," as she is called, by all her male acquaintances. She has refused all who ever overcome their awe of her, sufficiently to propose, and seems determined to keep herself to herself, with all her beauty of mind and person. To tell you the truth, I was quite astonished at her condescending to shake hands with you the other day. It is a liberty which no one else" would presume to take with her. In truth, she has odd ideas about some things, which I .cannot account for. In my opin ion, she is over fastidious, If a woman can be so. No, no, though she is the light of our household, she will never grace another, I fear ; I should say, I hope, for what would Carry and the children what should I do without her? With the exception of my own little wife, she Is the purest minded, and most disinterested woman I ever knew." The reader may account, although the Duke could not, for the smile which grew brighter and brighter on the coun tenance of Lorraine during the forego ing speech, and from the exulting tone in which, at its close, he exclaimed: " She is mine if there be truth in woman !" " What can you mean, and where are you going, Lorraine V" 1 Rut the youth was otit of sight ere the sentence was finished, and the wonder ing Duke pursued his way alone. "Will you never, never forbid me to waltz again V" asked Georgiana, playful ly, as her restored lover implored her consent to their immediate union. " Never, never, my precious!" " And will you never run away again for four long years at a time, truant?" " Death only shall partus, my own I" " And I may waltz when I choose ?" "Yes, love?" " And with wliom I choose V" " Yes, yes, yes !" "There, then 1"' (and she gave him her hand), " this day twelve month, it is yours forever." , Poor Lorraine pleaded, but in vain, for an earlier day. "No! Vincent," said Georgiana seri ously ; " if you are going to repent a second time, I choose it should be before our marriage; it would be rather incon venient afterward." "What has animated our statueV" asked iter slster,entering ot the moment. " I have not seen such a smile nor such a blush on her fuce these four years." Remarkable Butttr. Mr. Atkinson is a farmer in Marin county, Cal. He wrote recently to a commission house in San Francisco with which he has commercial relations as follows : "I will send you the finest but ter next week you ever saw. The first lot will weigh about sixty pounds. Will divide the proceeds of the sale with you." Encouraged by the literal terms of the offer, the firm advertised exten sively, that they were prepared to fill orders for dairymen and produce mer chants for the finest butter ever sent to that market. At the appointed time the consignment fulled to arrive, so the merchants telegraphed to San Rafuel, and received the reply that the butter would be down by the first boat next morning. The Butter arrived as prom ised, but it was in the form of a fero- cioua goat of enormous size which was' no sooner liberated from his crate than he commenced a career of the most un bridled villainy ever witnessed. He knocked the senior partner Into the cor ner and butted three of his ribs out ; the junior partner took refuge on the top of a bale of wool, but the goat jumped after him, butted him off on the floor, and prodded him with his horns until he was insensible. After fixing up things generally so that each member of the firm looked us if he had been in vited to a first-class massacre and wound up by a tour in a threshing machine; this " first-class butter" was at last las soed and sent to the city pound. A Court of Appeals Joke. In the Court of Appeals, a case was argued involving an alleged infringe ment upon the trade mark of certain brandies, Samuel Hand, of our city, be ing the counsel for the owners. , During his argument counsel handed a bottle of brandy to the Court, in order to illus trate the precise size and general ap pearance of the packuges. The bottle (as to its exterior) was examined by the Court with becoming gravity, and Mr. Hand as graveiy proceeded with his ad dress. After the Court adjourned, how ever, it came out that Mr. Hand had been the recipient of a note from one of the judges, reminding him with some severity that the rules of the Court re quired the submission and filling of six teen copies of all exhibits for the use of the Court. What further transpired has not been made public, but as the judges and counsel enjoyed their dinner with unusual relish, it is to be presumed that the remaining "copies" were promptly filed. Albany Journal. J
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