? ? . ... . . 4 .- KVMiMMMn ?l)e Cam&cn Journal. VOLUME lL CAMDEN, SOUTH A'AKOLIXA" MARCH 21>, ia50. NUMBER 25. 3, Selected Sole. PRIDE AID FASHION. A Tale of Fashionable Life in Charleston. WRITTEN FOR THE "CHARLESTON EVENING NEWS." , ]iy the A'l'htr of Mjney and Matrimony, 4;r. , The spacious saloon of St. Andrew's Hall was brilliantly illuminated. Rich pendants of superb chatidaliers reflected a thousand varying rays, giving to the apartment the appearance of an enchanted palace. The most fashionable ball of the season was expected to take place that night; and when the gay throng commenced jK>u:iag in, it was o'i .erred, that never had there been a greater displ :v of beauty and fashion. In such a galaxy of brilliant stars, it would have l?een diflicult to determine which shone the brightest. All sparkled, attired with refined and exquisite taste. Ostrich plumes nouaeu ; gracefully from every quarter; superb French flowers ?f evecy variety of hue were tastefully j arranged about transparent robes; while din- j monds sparkled and glittered until the eye became dazzled and wearied with their glare. In short each votary of fashion seemed to vie with the other in 'luxury of dress.' The passages and doors were crowded with whiskered ami nioustached gentlemen, presenting a dense mass of human beings, whose only occupation seem- i ed that of gazing admiration. But we relia quish the task of giving even a partial idea of the brilliancy of the scene. Amid that throng of fluttering fans, and white rrl?voH o*niiierimt ns to correct the mistake. Observe yonder fair maiden, half reclining upon that marble slab, and whose form is so beautifully reflected in the mirror beside her. She at least is not bouyed up by any pleasurable emotion, sf we only judge from the deep flush of excitement upon that delicately round ed cheek, the angry flashes of those dark oriental eyes, and the sneer which curls those rich red lips. She at least is not happy; and yet she is the fairest of the many fair creatures around her. A few paces ofT stood Edward Brandon ; a young man, of handsome, dislinsnie appearance, who was gazing at her with the j most soniti.iiziim attention. So absorbed was he, as not to perceive the approach of a foppishly dressed person, until he tapped him fa^ iiiiiiarly on the shoulder, exclaiming, ' Why Brandon what can you be gazing at with such intranced expression.' ' That is what I would give a kingdom to know if it were in my possession. But perhaps Manly you can satisfy inc. Who is that tall elegant girl leaning tipon the table, and who seems to be eyeing the gay group about her j with sovereign contempt ?' The dandy raised his glass. 'Who can you i mean Brandon ? oh it must be the charming and fashionable Miss M.' 'Xo,' answered Brandon sharply, ' 1 am aequu vui rviiut'ib i?? uia? men u?u mivi- . ' CJice from the actions of our heroine. I * CHAPTER II. s Mrs. So well, the widow of William So well, 1 resided nil the year round, in a lovely rural re- 1 treat, which she called her mountain home. 1 The region surrounded her dwelling was wild ' and uncultivated, though its natural beauties * were numerous: clear mirror like livers; en-; J chanting waterfalls; and every variety of! scenery which the sublime mountain and lovely . valley, could present regaled the sight. Mrs.! ' Sewell spent most of her time alone. To be ; J.a1 L I I I t sure uunng lilt* siunnicr sne uuu cuuip . enough; who said they came to assist her in j I whiling away the tedium of her time. And '1 she was too polite to let them into the secret i I th'nt she had 110 tedium, that she had never fail*; i ing sources of occupation, in a highly cultivated I 1 mind and a well stocked library. In short, she < was, as she expressed it, never less alone, than 1 when alone. Besides had she not employment t in her ample charities, though these were so se- ( cret.that none could know their extent. How 1 -1 r. ?MSao Knc oo I 1 iiww muiiy uuspuiruig i.uijiiivo immu ..v.. ?.o . their savior; how many poor widows' thanks- 1 givings ascended to the throne of grace for I benefits received; how many orphans rose up, i and called her blessed, was never known. Mrs. < Sewell's dwelling was situated 011 a commund- I ing eminence, not far from a fashionable water- I ing place, in the upper part of Georgia. And I here, permit us to remark, that it has been a 1 subject of wonder to us, that so many of our I southern families should resort to the northern states, for that health and coolness of atinos- | phere to be found at home, and where the la- 1 cilities for travelling are so delightful. North- j prn scenery has boon s.n (Vecjuciitly extolled, 1 (lint it is quite a haekn;e lis coat across his eyes, to wipe away the tear | which would not he repressed. a 'And how did you lose her my good man ?' 1 said his sympathising auditrcss. I Well ma'am she was in the habit of playing t by the water side, to look for shells, and one li day, a great wave knocked her down, and then a receding carried her out. We did not even re- c cover her little hod}', it was either carried out I by the current to sea, or, a shark made a meal n jfit. Well ma'am you must know after this \ sad accident; I took a sort of dislike to the place, \ md couldn't bear to look at the water, that had ? swallowed up our treasure. So I said to my wife, savs I. "We must move from this place; A'e will go to the back part of (Jcorgia, where ny brother has a snug farm. So my wife g igreeing to this, wo set out, but misfortunes pur- _ sued us, and we never reached the end of our ^ journey. b 'Hut you have not said anything about little s Emma,' interrupted Mrs. Sewall getting iinpa- ( :ient at the old man's prolixity. t Coming to it nou^ ma'am. It was just a ( short time before we left, on a dark stormy, wild j ooking night, the waves dashing on the beach i ivith a mourning noise, reminding us of our mis- t Whine, that mv wife and mvself wore sitting r jp late, I reading a book called Robinson Ou- ' c soe (for you must know ma'am, 1 always had a e turn for laming) that in the stops that the wind p llways makes when it is nngn, I thought 1 heard c some one call 'llarrv Morris,' so getting up, I g *oes directly to the door, and looks out, but the j light was so dark, and the wind kept blowing t ip the sand in my eyes so, that I could see no- t :hitig. But presently the moon which had only f ueen hiding herself, behind a heavy cloud, peep- r >d out, I could then see, a tall man jumping out t >f a boat. Well ma'am he came straight into a the house, and throwing oft' his long cloak, there was a child sleeping in his arms, which he aid down upon the cloak, and then taking both s nv hands in his, he said, Harry Mori is,^ 1 be- | v ievevou to be as honest a man as the sun ever j s ihone upon, 1 huvc witnessed your endeavors to : jain a livelihood, 1 have heard of your bereave- J nent, and have brought some thing to cheer t you, in your dark hour of calamity. These I ivere his very words ma'am, for I have repeated hem olten to myself, lint to go on, "hero is a little girj, (iml has sent you, to supply the place I r?f the lost nip*, but to be plain, 1 have got to go 1 to the West Indies, to recover a large projH'-rty, t for which there is a law suit, and my detention may be longer than I expect This child is too young to take with me, I intrust her to the care of your wife and yourself. You will find money enough in this purse to defray present expenses. On my return you will be amply re munerated. Should any accident befall me, you must seek your rewrrd from a power, who will never cast him off", who cherishes a forsaken orphan. Saying this he put on his cloak, shook my wife and me by the hand, bent over the child; gave it a sort of wild kiss, arid rushed from the house. After the stranger left us, wo both stood over-she-child, thinking she looked line our little one?1 stretched my hand out to my wife, who took it in a close grasp,. Not a word was spoken, but a silent vow went up to Heaven, from both our hearts, that we would love and cherish the little one as our own.? But soon after my wife says to me, 'Harry Morris we have committed a great blunder.' 'IIow 30?' says I. Why we forgot to enquire the name of the stranger, and tell him that we were going to move from this place., Sure enough in the hurry and excitement of the moment, everything had been forgotten 011 both sides. We did not even know the name of the child but we called her after our little one, Emmy, which }'ou know is the short for Emma besides the linen in the bundle of clothes left with her, was marked with E. 31. which could rery well stand for Emma Morris.' 'And have you heard nothing of the stranger since ? said his deeply interested listener. 'No ma'am, how should we, when we moved lway directly and as I have said, misfortune lfter misfortune, overtook us. First two of our lorses were stolen and then my wife died, leavng me alone in the world with this child. Then [ sort of gave myself up, and would go no farmer and seeing this deserted place, I took possession of it, where I have lived ever since, and iero I expect to end my days. I have nothing ;o live for but this little un, and could I see ler provided lor, would not care how soon I vas laid in the grave.' Mrs. Sewell mused for a while and then taking he old man's rough hand in her's said kindly Harry Morris/ will you come and live with me, fou shall have a house of your own, and every :omfort around you, and all I ask in return is, hat you will allow me to rear, and educate this :hild, I am wealthy and have no children; say ,vill vou give her up to me ? 'As to give herj upjna'am, said the old man, viping his eyes, to one who is so much better ible than I am to raise her. there can be noob ection. What do you say Emmy to going to ive with this lady?' Emma who had been a curious observer of he scene, now arose and in an instanther arms vere around the old man's neck, as she ex:laimcd 'No, no Harry I will never leave you.' 'But my dear, 'said her patroness,'you shall lave him with you all the time.' It is useless to say the scruples of both were loon overruled. It was in her wild mountain lome that Mrs. Sewell's interesting protege,' acjuired those natural graces, lofty sentiments, ind utter scorn for every thine: in the shape of loncealment, that refined distinction between lght, and quite right, and th'at keen sensitiveicsi i t respect to her real position. Among the numerous 6ummer visitors at Mrs. Jewell's delightful summer residence was her iister-in-law, wife of her husband's brother, a voman of un entirely different stamp*.,who mowing that the right way to her sister's heart \a3to pav attention to her sisters adopted child -W? l.n? .,11, ,. V.mno t? enmul i.u1 [iciaumu vi nvi, iu ciuvh uuiiuu iv l winter with her in Charleston. Ennna who uul never been far from the precincts of her own ionic, was delighted at the idea of being introluced to that world of fashion, which she had icard spoken of with so much enthusiasm, but ilas she soon found that Emma Sewell in the :ountrv, belovod by her protectress and adored iv her dependants, was a being of nnothci uould in the city. Some how the story that sh? vas au orphan, raised on charity, had taken vings, and tiown before her. And this brings is to the beginning of our story.' [7b be continue!.] Editorial Ability.?Ncwpaper. writing, ays the London Spectator, has grown to bo air rt itself. Many a literary man who thought ec.iuse tlio " greater includes tnc less, every uthor is ex-ortieio qualilied to lie an editor, has unit hack into the rear place of the press, afer some smart writings had shown his hookisli alent, and his inability to deal with lact<.? )thers who could not cope with hydraulic iressure: or prompt selection of silent points leeded for the space and rapid comments of he journal. Take the best papers of London ir Paris, different as the circumslances of the ::tse may be, you must allow that it is nor eery booby that could seize the moral spirit of (assing history. The same may he said wit!> qual ]uctteo ot 11io .American piers. i-mpic onne little talent fancy tliev can edit a news?aper if they can do nothing; else, but they overrun lly find their mistake. Not only is intellect, nit knowledge of the woikl, miscellaneous inurination, tact, industry* rapidity of thought, a lervons style, and a capacity at once to catch he strong and weak point* of every subject, ire required for a good editor. ? T ,1.. Ji ?1 4 ...I.,..!. ljiverner, uiu uiseuverei" 01 iau piauvt ?mni liouhi bear his name, but which the English lish to cull Neptune, has ascertained] that tin; un is subject to perturbation. An aerolite weighing hal fa ton, (according to. he Missouri Republican) lell near Jefferson barracks on the 25th ult. A Qckkx at Washington.?'Hie Queen of 'orlugal, it is said, owii3 a lot of ground in iVnshingtou City, on the President's sqiuuu unbracing .S0,tit3?) square feet.