Hubert's Wife

rk, back to his Virginian plantation. His sister and Ellice Linwood were his companions, for it had been arranged that, though Ellice's session of school was not to

straints of the school-room, full of joyous anticipations, they gave way to that girlish gayety, and that unbounded enthusiasm, which a thorough sens

tor. An Angelo would have thrilled at sight of Della's nose, and straightway wrought it into immortality, alto relievo. Her mouth and chin were as lovely and divinely rounded as any Madonna's. The shape of her head was superb; and she wore her hair, which was truly a glory in itself, somewhat like a crown, which

p waists of our modern belles, their hideous works would have sunk into o

two hands," had foolishly contributed to make less its natural size, bu

fair, round face, cheeks in which roses came and went, laughing blue eyes, a wide, low brow, auburn curls, nose not retroussé, but th

sle; but Ellice Linwood you would take to your heart. If you were gay, she would laugh w

istence. Self-denial ceased to become suc

happier, and all, from black to brown, from young to old, as they looked upon the bright face of the northern stranger, turned dreamer

ed that it fell not on him also. He thought no more of seeking from his wise sister the solution

he Troy Ladies' Seminary, soliciting a teacher for Colonel Anderson; another message, also, to the fathe

r and far, that great quantities of snow-white cake were being made at Kennons

od, or were going to stand. She could have torn out Ellice's happy heart. As it was, she bo

ard; and, as she was whirled along, her thoughts

ng, Miss Thornton's whole retinue of suitors, and the people at large were electrified by the astounding intelligence that Mr. Harris, fr

irty in years, had sandy hair, was sandy complexioned, and wore sandy clothes. This is not much to our taste, but then we did not marry him. We will assert, however, that had we been Madam Jerusha Thornton Rush, our first

of uneasiness, this very knowledge of her unmistakable partiality for him. Of this he was quite relieved at news of her marriage, which news he received, with a bountiful supply of bridal cake, as soon as

cture, no less dear, that of Ellice, the mother of his child. The rose has paled a little in her cheek, but the love-light is in her eye; and can he ever, ever for

ton, and come to take away his long-promised bride. The first wedding had been altogether joyous; this second was saddened

to the tried and true friends; it might, na

She is very dear to him, one only more dear. He turns to comfort Elli

one, but ever bright and shining, whether amid her ebony domestics,

such as thou? How wide with wonder and dismay would open those frank blue eyes

y of iron or of silk, the good wife discovereth not; for

rapidity; everywhere Ellice was the centre-piece, her fair, pleasant face beaming from its framework o

ee days of suspense and pain, of agony and desolation. Ere that cruel curtain of gloom should shut from the dreamer's eye his pleasant fancies, and with them the dying