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    THE PORTRAIT. 107

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    _.. I Need Not Linger Over The Early Daw...

    hour of his doom , with , the death-Iniell of his kingship , -when neither would he be longer tolerated by his angry subjectswho rent again

    , the kingdom in pieces , and cast the ancient crown of France on the ground . History has shown by whom to be lifted up and

    worn . We were on the eve of leaving the Hue Rivoli for the residence

    Mrs . Bethune had taken in the Champs Elysees , when the door of the salon was violently thrown openand a gentleman

    unceremoniously -walked in . I knew that Mrs , . Bethune expected her _nejDhew to arrive , and I was not long in doubt as to the visitor .

    Striding across the room , he came up to me , exclaiming * , " I hate ceremony , and all that sort of humbug ; you are Miss Lindores ,

    the young lady to whom my aunt has taken a fancy ; we shall be capital friends and have lots of fun . I see you are none of the

    moping sort . " I looked at the youth , as his tongue ran on in this free and easy manner , with surprise , mingled with disappointment ,

    for I had been prepared to meet an elegant young man _fresh _, from a continental tourand encountered in his steadthe short

    , , , stout , sandy-haired _^ ugliest nephew I had ever seen . My perception of the beautiful received a violent shock in the person of

    Mr . Mansfield . Neither could I reconcile myself to his manners _,, tinuall his incessant y pestering chatter his , aunt and never to name -ending a day nonsense when . he He mig was ht bring con-

    his friend Mr . Cleveland to be introduced to her . " A man is known by his friends" says the proverband I naturally concluded

    ,, that this Mr . Cleveland would not prove a promising acquaintance , so of him I drew an unfavorable portrait . We had been some

    weeks in our new house , and had not yet seen the friend of Master Edward ( as Sarah invariably called Mr . Mansfield , ) when one day

    Mrs . Bethun , e , who was slightly indisposed and not able to accompany her nephew in his search of amusementexpressed a wish that

    , he should be invited , thinking perhaps his company would keep the youth more at home .

    _" Well to be sure , " said Master Edward , striking the table emphatically with his great red hand ; _"I had positively forgotten the

    solemn monster . " Mr . Mansfield delighted in strong expressions , and gave everyone

    he knew some name to suit his peculiar taste . I had not been many days in his company when I heard him shouting " nimble foot , "

    after Sarah . I had a variety given to me , among which , Juno ,, MinervaBrown-eyesfigured conspicuously in the list .

    , , " Is Mr . Cleveland a clergyman ? " I asked . A loud laugh was the answerfollowed by " Very likely I would

    travel with a shovel-hat ! Did , I not tell you the fellow was an artist ?"

    Mrs . Bethune looked reprovingly at the speaker , she did not like the levity with which he spoke of reverend gentlemen

    whether Catholic or Protestant . But what cared the ever-jesting

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    The Portrait. 107

    THE PORTRAIT . 107

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  • English Woman’s Journal (1858-1864), April 1, 1861, page 107, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/ewj/issues/ewj_01041861/page/35/