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?l)c Camttcn Journal. VOLUME 11. CAMDEN^ NUMBER 21 taWBBPMOWKgBBBBBBBW???w ? poetical -department. j For the ''nmden Journal. % TO I sing of one so sweet and fair, So beautiful and bright, Like seraph spirit of the air, Or beam of radiant light; For beauty sec ins in sport to throw Her wild, enchanting power, Like sunbeams in the morning flow Around the fragrant flower. So soft the light those brilliant eves Shed sweet It oYr ihe face, That lijce the stars i:: summer skies, Deck they their radiant place; And speak so gently of the heart 111 every glance and look, We would not from their power part? (Those words in beauty's book)? For who has seen so sweet a face, Has seen n part of heaven? Who has within that heart a place, A paradise is given. Camden, S. C. CONSTANCY. F ?r die Camden lunnml. THE SMILE OF WOMAN. . There is a star that brightly gleams, Calm in the sky above, * 4 * *i 1J 1 And tiirows oer nie us goiucu uwauis Of happiness and love? A beacon pure, whose radiance bright, No low'ring cloud confines, But in afflict ion's stormy night With heavenly lustre shines. There is a star, whose magic pov er ? So firmly binds the soul, ? That e'en in joy's most sunny hour, Clan feels its sweet control? A glorious light, whose magic spell Lif/, hope, and joy imparts, ' And calms the wild, tempestuous swell Of earth's despairing hearts. The star that troin its gun ring siieeu Gilds life's declining slope, And throws o'er youth's resplendent scene The rosy tints of hope? The star that drives the clouds away, Though dark they frown awhile, And ever shines with peerless ray, Is woman's angel smile. Camden, S. C. CUPID. fr li n I i ii Bkkf Stkaks axd Bad Gkammak.?There i>, says the Boston Chronotype, a l.ighfaluting waiter in the new eating-house 011 Congress street, and the following dialogue occurred there a few days since, between the waiter and an old country chap: ' Waiter, I say, is my chicken broiling ?" " No, sir; the cook is." " But I didn't order the cook ; he is too tough." * How will you have it done, then, sir?" " How v. ill 1 have il done ? Why, 1 want it broiled, to be sure." " That he is doing, sir." .. a m i i. if" " I>Ul you SUIU lie was muiiing /?/?* ?/. " So lie is, hut lie is not being broiled." " Well, Mr. Waiter, (ri>ing and bowing;reverently,) may I ask your high granimaticularity, is my chicken bking broiled?'' " Ye?, eir-ee I" A Personal Rebuke.?The late Rev. Dr. , of a certain town in Maine, i n eccintric but honest minister, was once pieiching on the practical virtues, and having a shor; time previously bought a load of wood of one of the officers of the church, and finding it fall short iiuneasure, took this occasion to speak thus plain on the subject: " Any man that will sell seven feet of wood for a cord, is 110 christian, whether he sits in the gallery, below, or even in the deacon's seat!" Dhunkexkss.?In Queen Anne's time, drunkenness was rather popular than otherwise. In the manuscripts of the British Museum, there is a letter from the private Secretary of the celebrated Dutchess of Mai thorough, addressed to Pope, which began thus : " Sir, my lady the Dutchess being drunk, was unable to see you when you called yesterday." 4 Temperance Societies were unknown in those days. i The English arc a calm, reflecting people; they will give time and money when they are convinced; but they love dates, names, and certificates. In the midst of the most heartreuding narratives, Bull requires the day of the mouth, the year of our Lord, the name of the Paiish, and the countersign of three or four re spectable householders. After these affecting circumstances, he can no longer hold out; hut gives way to the kindness of his nature?puffs, blubbers, and subsetibes.?Sydney Smith. Not Bad mn a Cim.n.?" I have," writes a corrcH}K>udeut, " a pretty, bright juvenile friend, some live years of age, named lima. Some days ago she was teazed a good d I hy a gentleman who visits the family, win- Ji.ially wound up by saying, " Rosa, I don't lo you." "Ah, but you've got to love me," said t.. child. "Why so ?" asked her tormentor. "V .y," said Rosa, " the Bible says you must love them that hate you, and I am sure I hate you!" Was that bad " for a child ?" Proud men never have friends. They have none in prosperity, because they know nobody; nor in adversity, because nobody knows them. Sclcrtci) ?alc. PRIDE AID FASHION. A Tale of Fashionable Life'in Charleston. WRITTEN FOR THE "CHARLESTON EVENING NEWS." j By ihi Author of Money and Matrimony, | ciiaptb t nr. Jm To say that EdwcrJ Brandon admired Em? . ma Sewell, is but pooily to express what he re' ally felt. He who had been ilattered and caj ressed by so many beauties, was irreti&tably attracted by that rare union of all the virtues, combined with so many personal charms,in a simj pie country girl. 'I he belles about the city he j had seen sO often in public, that their charms I had begun to pall upon his fenses. Besides he saw, that they were evidently so sedulous to j.lease, and the minds of not a few, were so vaj id, that the freshness of Emma, | resented a contrast perfectly delightful to his satiated feelings. Not that he seriously thought of gaining her a flections, hut there was a power he could neither understand, or resist, which drew him ! towards her. A few evenings after the hall, we find him, ! wending his way, to Mrs. SewelPs dwelling.? j lie had proceeded however, only a few paces 1 when he was overtaken by his fiend Com tenay, j who st<u ted him from his levei ie by the exela! mation, 'Whither away so fast young sir? 1 though by the direction of your steps the quesI lion seems to be useless, Pre.nrz garde man amis! | you know women are .at best but slippery crea I tures, and this one will elude}*our grasp. lour I . orda .ire enigmatical, Cnurtenoy, but if they j have re fa red to Miss Sewi 11, learn that I have ! no object in seeking her society, except, to . while away an hour j leasantly, with a sensible ! woman, which you know we do not often meet , in company. As for any seiious attention on j my part, her position will prevent that* Ilea! ven forbid that I should let inv passion get so I rnr ahead of my discretion, as to induce me to ; raise to the digi ity of my wife, one who would not be presentable in the circle, where I move.' Couttenny whistled carelessly awhile, then turn ; ing to his companion said, 'Do you know, Bran! ... !... .,11 u uku <411 linn miin iiuwui iiiriiiwiitiuiv v? imw tocratic society is a superlative humbug; but let that pass. It is my opinion, that if you were to offer your hand to that girl, she would reject yoa.' Edward Brandon hit his lips, and colored up to the very temples, as he stiffly asked, 'And irav sir, upon what do you predicate your opinion, that a gi.l, without name or station, should reject Edward Brandon, who has a name, and nth r advantages of which few can boast.? YVnat are her claims? 'She has beauty' answered the other,' so have thousands, von will sav. irranted: she has in tellect, which places her in the rank of nature's nobility, she has wealth'? 'Wealth,' interrupted his friend. 'Yes, her adopted parent has made her an heiress. She has already framed a will to that fleet, though, as yet, it is a secret When this fact is known, Emma Sewell, will he a ladle, admired, courted, overwhelmed with attentions, she m:^' swoop at any game.' Edward, with a mortified air, drew himself up. 'Yon attach great importance to wealth, ! . i .. A ? ?ir. i.nuricnay. Not more than it deserves in this counnnnitv.' They had l?y this Jime reached Mrs. Sewell's, where they separated While the sen-ant is putting on his host coat, smoothing his collar, and arranging his hair, (the usual preliminaries before answering the bell) we shall take the opportunity of introducing Mrs. S.'welJ, more particularly to our readers. Mrs. Sewcll, jim., was one of those would be fashionable ladies, who sacrificing frerv comfort of life to display, and ostentation, never lose an oppoi tunity of impressing upon the minds of people, that she is entitled to every respect, and attention ; though what slv founds her claims upon, has been, and ever will remain, a mystery. She had taken a fancy, to he thought a Dilc.tnnlr? filling her room with pictures, which she had purchased from some of those foreign adventurers, (who at times infest our cities with their trash,) hut which, she deviated were by the best Italian masters. The mass of her visitors believed her; why? because they knew no better. Those who did, laughed in their sleeves, hut they relished her dinners and champaigne I too well, to risk the loss of her favor, by expressing their opinions. She had also plaster of Paris vases, and statues, which she passed off for m trblc and alabaster. She had a cons.'rvatory, and green house, where all sorts of ra e | lants" were stored, with names no one had j ever heard of, but herself. She had besides all i sorts of musical instruments, which no one ever I touched, hut Lucy, who played a little on the j piano ; lint the instrument being always out of j unit', ami sur having uu an mr wti.ir, >v;i> miuii abandoned. The guitar and violin wore always turned back upwards, to hide their deficiencies in strings. The harp wore an everlasting green dress, to conceal the same defect. In addition to all these, she told her friends, she had a library of valuable books; a few with bright gilt bindings, were in the drawing room. She professed to be a patroness of worsted work ; not that she admired, the gaudy, unnatural looking flings; but there were so many persons who sent these tilings nut in baskets, ostensibly, but in fact to spare their own pride, that she thought it her duty, to purchase them; though she did pvy three times their value. And then Mrs. Sewell had a cabinet of shells?but the servant is now ready, to attend to the bell, and he was desired to say, to Miss Emma Sewell, that Mr. Brandon had called. The family were in their showily fashionable drawing room. Mrs. Sewell, by the soft light of a solar lamp, was jk?rusing a tale in the Evening News; Emma was sketching from memory, a beautiful scene on the Etowah river, representing a cottage em 'bosomed in foliage, half way up a rocky cliff. This she intended as a prescntfor Lucy?who, as playful as a child, was romping about the room, with a favorite lap-dog. When the servant brought in the message, lie received answer, 'Say to Mr. Brandon that Miss Sewell is | indisposed to see company this evening.' 'Why jkEinma!' exclaimed Mrs. Sewell laying down ffher paper, 'that would be positive rudeness.? Are you aware that Mr. Brandon belongs to one of the first families in this city ?' 'That may be the very reason madam, that I : have no disposition to cultivate his acquaintance.' And before Mrs. Sewell had recovered from her surprise, she had quietly collected her I drawing materials and left the room. The serI vant. who had waited was desired to say, that I Mrs. & Miss Sewell, were at home, and would i be glad to see Mr. Brandon. And while he is I being ushered up, we will in few words, finish ! our sketch of the family. Mrs. Sewell, though [ of small fortune, contrived by strict management to live well, (that is in appearance,) and always, : to use a vulgar adage, put her best foot forward, the other being addicted to slovenliness was suffered to lag behind. The passages, drawing rooni3, &c. were kept in the nicest order. Not a piece of furniture, but what looked jierfectly new. Books with costly bindings, elegant engravings, and all sorts of French bijouterie were placed exactly in a position, to attract attention. The rest of the rooms, Mrs. Sewell did not trouble herself much about, contenting herself with giving strict orders, that the doors kltnnlil !ui lotif chnf u'lionni'nr violtnrc pntpppf). ....vw. The lady had had the good, or ill fortune, to visit France some 12 or J 5 years before; how she managed to get there, it matters not at this period: but the memorable event, influenced her whole after life. She could never forget, that she had been in Paris; and it was certain, her visitors never could, being conti mally reminded of it, by her conversation being always interlarded with French phrases. She had also adopted a style of dress, then in vogue, and had conti ived to keep it up ever since in spite of the evervarying fashions. Her head gear was always a la Francaise, with too enormous puffs of hair, on the temples, making the breadth of the face rather more than the length. On the top of this was a cap turban, fastened at the sides, with diamond pins. When Lucy was younger, she was also dressed a la Fbancaisr, but, hearing her aunt say one day, that youth was in itself lovely and re(|ui:ed no adornment, she set her mother's authoiity at defiance by doffiing her finery. It was quite amusing to see the contrivances which Mps. S. put into exercise, when she intended to give a large entertainment, which she knew her means did not warrant-I She generally gave out in the family, that asal^ were to be partakers in the enjoyment, so each one must contribute a quota, by some little personal sacrifice. The daily marketing was entirely omitted, for nearly six weeks previously, tea and toast being the substitute. The carri age horses were hired to draymen, with the proviso that the family should have them to use on |K1I IIVUIUI VVVUvlWUQ. ?' V t'/UiU IllCllllUil lllflll) other instances of the good matron's management, but these wiil serve as a sample. Being so stiiet an economist, it may be asked why .Mrs. Sewell had consented to burthen herself with Emma for a whole winter. The reason was simply because there were no other means of eoneilliating her wealthy sister-in-law. Besides, Mrs. Sewell was not a bad hearted wo. man, she would oblige any one, if it did not clash with her interests, or put her the least out of the way. 'And then,' said she,'girls are too ethereal to eat or drink much.' It may be asked too, it" Mr. Sewell was alive. In truth, lie was such a nonentity, no wonder we shou'.d have forgotten him. He was a little, short, chuhhv i.ict'u mail, HIIU ui.iuL* 11 *i 111 IL iu*>c*i IU ujjfjuau his wife. Why I because lie had a perfect horror of hysterics. lie was seldom at home for his wife openly expressed her disapprobation of having a man about the house, they were always so pryi.ig, and finding faultish; and this she considered undignified, lie therefore attended his convivial pnrties, without restraint. Professing to he a great admirer of female charms, he had one standing toast, which he gave on every occasion ; rt re I' amour, In champagne et I a benulc. And now-we shall relieve the reader's impatience by returning to the drawing room, whi-rn a livelv conversation had been cnini? on. "V ~ ~ " ~~ o a At length Brandon said, 'I regret to learn, Miss Luev, that your cousin is indisposed this evening.' 'Vou mistake/ replied Lucy, 'she is only indisposed to see visitors, and lias too sacred a regard for truth, to give the usual fashionable excuse/ Brandon colored and hit his lips, muttering, 'It was a mistake of the servant then.' Mrs. Sewell with something like pique in her manner, said, 'Mr. Brandon will, I hope, make every allowance for a girl who has been spoiled by false indulgence, i'rnnia is wayward and rude'? 'Oh mama,' exclaimed Lucy with generous ardor, and casting a reproachful look at her mother, 'Emma is the sweetest, creature in the I i 1?. world, and never acts strangely, cxccjn ironi the best of motives.' 'She must have employed you as her eulogist, MissScwell,' observed her mother tartly. 'For my part, I have no patiency with girls who act with so much ihdepondonce. Young ladies of Emma's age, scarcely know whether they are acting right or wrong, and ought to ho govern, ed by those of more experience, or discretions. Brandon, to give a turn to a conversation which was neither edifying or amusing, went to the table and taking up some freshly written lines, 'To a friend with a bouquet,' asked who the author was. .Mrs. Scwell who was not one to hide her (laughter's talents under a budicl, replied, 'Oh, that is only a simple effort of Lucy's muse.' 'All,' replied Brandon smiling, 'I was not a ware that Miss Lucy was an authoress.' 'Oh pray,' said Lucy, pouting, and deeply blushing, 'dub me not, with the odious title, is there anything in my appearance to warrant such a conclosionf 'I did not know,' said Brandon, laughing, 'that there was any distinguishing nrark, by which an authoress may be known at a glance.' 'Yes there is though,' said Lucy, archly. 'If I was an authoress 1 would go out with an old shabby-poke bonnet, tied under the chin with dirty white libbon, and a shabby black dress? at home I should be seen with a loose gown, my hair uncombed,-and disheveled, and my eyes in fine frenzy rolling, a pen behind my ear and ink /? spots upon my nngers. *. Brandon laughed at this childish nonsense, und going op to her in a low voice said ' Will you not use your influence, to induce your cousin to come down,' or say when I may call again with a certainty of seeing her.' 41 can try' said Lucy good naturedly, 'but depend upon it, it will be useless, for Emma never acts but from a right motive, and nothing can turn her from that' She then left the room and opening Emma's door, slily peeped in, then throwing her arms ai ound her neck, exclaimed in a coaxing manner, ' Do dear, oivnnt OA7 nnmn dnun nnnr Mr Rraiwlnn la art VV? VV..IV , pwv. ...... ? distressed, at not seeing you, that I really pity him. ' But Emma only shook her head, in the negative, and kissing Lucy bade her go down, and entertain Mr. Brandon herself. As soon as Lucy returned from her unsuc* cessful mission, Brandon rose and took his leave. There are some minds so constituted, that the more opposition they meet with, the more bent are they, upon carrying the point. Edward Brandon therefore, though vexed and disappointed, found his ardor increased, and resolved not to give up the pursuit CIIA1TEK IV. A few mornings of this, the young ladies were stioiling along a fashionable throughfare when they observed Brandon on the opposite side. He immediately crossed, but Emma perceiviying him, though with a beautiful suffusion upon her cheek, turned into a store, leaving Lucy to meet him. ' Is this avoidance of me, by your cousin Miss Sewell, accidental, or intentional, said Brandon, with pride and pique in his manner. ' Purely'accidental, I believe,' said Lucy good naturedly, though, not without some scruples of conscience. ' We have been making purchares for the country, and she had to tro into this store. Emma staid as long as there was any excuse for doing so, and finding there was no remedy, joined them. " Has Miss Sewell recovered from her indisposition ?" asked Brand n, thinking she would be too polite not to favor the mistake. " To recover," she answered with a calm smile, " it is necessary first, to be sick." "Am I to infer, then, that you did not wish to see me, and from what motive ?" " Infer what you please," said she laughing, " but pray do not ask a young lady her motive for any action of her life,.as in nine cases out of ten, she does not know herself, and ?" " And besides," added Lucy archly, "you may chance to stumble on unpleasant truths." Brandon remained silent from mortification. On reaching their own door, Emma, slightly bowing, wished Mr Brandon good morning, and tripped up the steps. Lucy hurt at Emma's want of common courtesy, politely asked him if he would walk in, and see her mother; but with a bow of extreme hauteur, he took his leave. As we have hinted, Brandon was of a nature to pursue any object w itli intense ardor where | there were difficulties to overcome, and had Emma been acting with all the tact of a co- ? quette, she would not have pursued u plan bet- i ter calculated to bring him to her feet; but she i litt.il tiM nrf wlt.k uvic nntintr fcnni nrintMnlir 4ft - ' -? 1, ? Lucy entered the parlor, she exclaimed to her mother, "oh mamma, I have made such a grand j discovery, and am so grieved." " What is this great discovery, Lucy, and ! why are 3-011 grieved, 1113- child ?" " WI13', I have found out that Mr. Brandon is j desperately in love with Emma." " And does this grieve you, Lucy?" said her, mother, with an anxious scrutinizing look. " Yes, mamma, because Emma treats him as j though he were the most disagreeable object in 1 the world ; and, if he proposes, will certainly ; reject him. And this would Burcl3' be a pit3", j i* 1 1 1 tf I ior ne is one wnom any gin may love. " Pshaw, Lucy, put your heart at ease ou that score: the girl is not such a simpleton, lint have you seen Mr. Brandon to-day V' Lucy here related the occurrences of the j morning, and left her mother to draw what inference she pleased. Mrs. Sewell, after musing awhile, said to herself, " this would he a first rate match lor Emma; and it is to my interest to get her out of the way as soon as possible. My sister-in-law seeing her protege well mar- j rL'd, may think of the injustice she has done poor Lucy, and might he induced to^dter her will. At all events, 1 must take Emma to task for the whimsicality ot her behavior, and endeavor to fathom her motives for such conduct. The iamilv had one dav received an in vita tiou to a large private ball, which no pertain- j sions of Mrs. Sewell could prevail on Emma to \ accept. When asked her reasons, she said, " because I will never consent to place in y sol 11 again in a situation to he neglected, when I , know myself to be as well fitted for society as any one else." " But, child, said Mrs: Sewell, you have made but one trial ?" " That one has decided me, madam. This you will say is pride. Ciranted: and you will find I have an equal quantity of firmness." Mrs. j Sewcl knowing this, gave herself no further trouble about it. The evening after the party, Mr. Brandon called, but Emma was not visible. | A few days after he called again, without seej iog her. Again the following evening with 1 equal unsuccess. It was evident to all, that she sedulously avoided him. The next morning I Mrs. Scwell sought Emma, who in the solitude of her chamber, was communing with her own sad thoughts; when that lady entered, and ; drawing a chair close to her, and taking her hand, said with much seriousness, '* My dear girl, kindly feelings toward you, and love for my sister, prompts me to speak earnestly to you: Are you aware, that you are violating, not only all the rules of etiquette, but even of good breedj ing, in treating a young man of Mr. Brandon's station as you do; that you are standing in your own liirht. throwine awavan ODDortunitv which ; may never again occur, of placing yourself in a ; situation where you can never be looked down uponf" Emma at first mention of Brandon's name, felt the warm blood gushing to her cheek, but cahnly replied, 'I am fully aware of all this madam, but my motives are at least laudable.' i 'And pray what are your motives ? asked Mrs. Sewell abruptly. Emma remain silent, and confused; while Mrs. Sewell went on. Perhaps some romantic, and J fastidious notion, of not being able to love him. | Emma became deathly pale, and covering I her face with her hands, burst into tears. Mrs. ! Sewell much snrnrisedosked. 'Emma, whv this _ | 9 ? emotion?' speak child. . J Emma drying her eyes, replied, 'If I speak Mrs. Sewell, it mast be the truth, suffer me then to remain silent' Mrs. Sewell mused for a moment, and then said. 'On one condition, I will not ask another question; which is this, that during your sojourn | under my roof, you will receive Mr. Brandon , as my 'ritor, and treat him with civility, and not absent yourself when he calls again. 'Emj ma much agitated, could not reply; but at length said; 'This is due to you madam, and I consent but oh ! recollect Mrs. Sewell, that by it, the reace and happiness, of more than one individual may be sacrificed.' Bnt, it seemed, as though Emma's feelings were not destined to any severe test Brandon had at length, come to the conclusion, that his suit was hopeless; and had resolved to conceal his mortification, and disappointment, by absenting himself awhile from the city. About a I week elapsed; and Brandon at 'the expiration of ' that time called to take leave of the Sewells and 1 to his surprise (and we need not say) pleasure, r 1 1? xL. J ! il L iuunu Ciiiiuia in ine uruwing ruum, inoufju uu | had previously sent in his name. The evening I passed away delightfully, an so did another, and 1 another. The intended journey was of course given up, for Emma no longer avoided Brandon. 5 To be sure she did not seem in good spirits; what of that? she had never been gay but al! wajs contemplative. Frequently, now, there , was observed a shade of melancholy, upon her 1 expressive countenance; her, perfectly chiseled features, no longer wore the calmness, and serefiity, which usually characterized them; sometimes, wilt i Brandon addressed her, she would start, and blush, and, now and then, there was a touching tone of tenderness in her voice when she spoke to him, which kindled the brightest i hopes in his bosom, though she never saw him alone, always contriving that Lucy should be | with her. At length Brandon's passion in: creased to such a degree, as to overcome all pru' dential motives. He had come to the conclusion that Emma was not only necessary to his ; happiness, but to his very existence. Besides, ! he could not but flatter himself, that Emma enj tertaincd for him, a delicate and refined regard I and lie therefore resolved to know his fate at ! once. A few days after this, Emma, coming out of her chamber, was met by a servant, who placed a letter in her hand. She turned back,, broke the seal and read, 'Bf.l<>ved Emma: My feelings will no longer permit me to remain silent, my fate is in your hands; it is in your power only, to raise me to the highest state of felicity; or doom me to unutterable misery. I offer my hand, and with it, a heart,, which for some time, been devoted to you. Return not an immediate answer, reflect a week, at the expiration of that time, I will call for a reply.' 'Yours for ever' 'Edward Brandon.' The letter dropped from Emma's trembling hands and sinking into a Beat, she burst into a violent paroxysm of weeping, then throwing herself upon her knees, and prayed to be delivered from temptation, and for finnncss, to adhere to her fixed determination. After this she rose, and calmly sat down to write, not to Brandon, but to her kind protectress; and from the tenor of her letter no one could have surmised that she was suffering deeply. 'Dkar and kind fhif.no' Send Harry for me without delay. I yearn to breathe once more the,pure mountain atmosphere; and, to roam amid the vast solite of nature. Mountain, streams and valley have more rr*1 _ charms for mo, than dusty strceis. me eoug of the woodland chorister, and the lowing of tlie cattle, are more musical for me, than the busy hum of men, and the rattling of carriages, and carts. The warm unsophisticated hearts of the country, are more congenial, than the artificial ones of the city. Mrs. Sewell is all kindness; and Lucy is a sweet open-hearted girl, whom when you know more of her you will dearly love, Arc. Are. Vmil. own Pmmn " Having despatched her letter, Emma mingled with the family, as if nothing had hnp|>ened to disturb the usual tranquillity of her temperament. But, vainly that night, did she court the soothing influence of sleep. The drowsy god " flees from wo, and lights on lids unsullied by a tear." [ To be continued ] A lady was robbed in an omnibus at New York, recently, of $140, with which she was going to Stewart's to buy a wedding suit.