Charles Auchester, Volume 1 of 2

te petrified with amazement, of my friends in the parlor. They were my three sisters. Clo came forward in

for you. My mother has already sent a servant. Sh

he "beautiful Jewess." Millicent took it calmly, though she blushed, as she always did when face to

a quality (if I may so name it) of brightness,-a metallic purity when raised; and the heroic particles in his blood seemed to start up and animate every gesture as he spoke. To be more explicit as to my possibilities, he told us that he was in fact a musical professor, though with little patronage in our town, where he had only a few months settled; that for the most part he taught, and preferred to teach, in classes, though he had but just succeeded in organizing the first. That his residence an

al. Then he told us that his class would not form any section of the chorus, being a private affair of his own, but that he himself should sing among

r the altos, and if you will permit me to take charge of him at the rehearsals, and to

with kindness. "I remember seeing him in Germany when a little thea

own compositions interpreted by himself; but he could not visit England at present, so St. Michel will

never trusted me before with a stranger, but I am certain, at this distance of time, she could not resist the pure truthfulness and perfect breeding of Lenhart Davy, and was forced in

s chair, and then flung myself into the passage. Once upstairs, I capered and danced about my mother's bed-room until fairly exhausted, and then I lay down on my own bed, positively in my coat and boots, and kicked the clothes into a heap, until I cried. This

id; "I hope you will do everything in y

erybody," I answered. "Bu

ot say 'he' of such

l, she had her ideas, girlishly chaste

lied, dancing round and round

ed him to dine here on Sunday. He showed her a letter he has from the great John Andernach, because mother said s

me! I knew I should go! I said I would go!

tled, the walls sho

ust come and be put to rights. How rough your head is! What have you been doing to make it so?" and she marched me

er informed me she had said she did not like my being out at night, and that Lenhart Davy had answered, the evening concerts were not free of entrance to him, as there was to be no chorus, so he could not take me. I did not care; for now a new excitement, child of the first and very like its parent, sprang wit

an appetite for made-dishes, so we complain not that we dine at eight nowadays; and it is politic too, for complexions are not what they used to be, and maiden heiresses, with all their thousands, cannot purchase Beauty Sleep! Pardon my digression while Davy is waiting at the door. I did not keep him so long, be certain. We set out. He was very much pleased with my flowers, and as it was rather a chilly afternoon, he challenged me to a race. We ran together, he striding after me like a child himself in play, and snapping at my coat; I scr