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THE DELAWARE REGISTER.
OR, FARMERS', MANUFACTURERS' Ac MECHANICS' ADVOCATE. Our Public Journals as they ought to be—"The vehicles of Intelligence, not the common sewers of Scandal." WILMINGTON, Del., SATURDAY, OCTOBER 17, 1829. No. 51. VoL. I The Delaware Register is published every Saturday morning, by Albert Wilson, No. 105, Matket Street, at Two Dollars per annum, if paid in advance; otherwise, Two Dollars and Fifty Cents. Handbills, Cards, Blanks, Pamphlets, and Job Printing in general, executed with neatness and despatch, and at mode rate prices, at the Office of the Register. Qg- Advertisements inserted on reasonable terms. From Itlnck wood's Magazine for AugiiBt. FIRST AND LAST LOVE. *• Heigho!" exclaimed Agnes Fitzroy, as she let her harp escape slowly from her hands, and its balanced position against her knee, while the laBt notes of a plaintive air of Mehul's were faintly dying offthe strings. " Heigho!"—and she threw herself languidly back into her chair. "Mercy on us!" ejaculated her pretty, lively cousin, Jane Douglas, who was sitting at the window, twirling and untwirl ing round her fair fingers the gold chain, from which hung an eye-glass—not worn for ornament, but use—and not therefore a quizzing glass, but a necessary supplement to a pair of spark ling black eyes, whenever they wished to discern distinctly any object that was more than three feet distant from them. " Mercy on us! That tvas a terribly long and sentimental heigh—o! I wonder where it is gone to ? Positively I felt it fan upon my cheek as it escaped out of the window, and 1 declare," she continued, looking through her gloss, with a well feigned air of serious amazement, " I declare, I can see it; yes, there it goes, floating like gossamer, upon that soft, yellow moonbeam, over the grove of chesnut trees, in the very direction of the parish church!" " How can you be so ridiculous!" said Agnes, half pouting, half smirking, at the fanciful raillery of her sprightly cousin. « How can you be so unamiable," retorted Jane, " to have for your companion such a discreet and trust-worthy person age as myself, and yet make your heart like tire prison house of the ghost in Hamlet—the abode of untold secrets!" •' I can't say I understand you," replied Agnes, rising, and advancing towards the window with an exceedingly demure look. » gm I understand you," answered Jane, taking her hand, thanks to these tell-tale fingers, and that terrible heigh—o > which by this time, I dare say, has arrived at its journoy's end, creeping like a wreath of mist through the key-hole of the church door, and settling itself like a diamond dew drop, or perhaps curled round in the shape of a ring, upon the altar table. Yes?" she continued, playing with the long taper fingers of Agnes, and addressing them as if they could understand what she said, •• you are never tired—no, not you —of giving melodious birth to that sweetly plaintive and en chanting air of Mehul's, since it was so rapturously praisod, and a repetition of it so beseechingly injplored, t he other night, by a certain tall, and tolerably good looking young gentleman, who stood watching your fairy motions with so enamoured a spirit that he could not sec who was laughing at his lack-a daisical appearance." "Go on—praygo on, my merry cousin," said Agnes; "you are quite poetical this evening, and it is really charming to listen to you." "I have no doubt it is," rejoined Jane. "It is always charming to have other people do for us what we would fain have done, though we like not to do it for ourselves." « I dare say," said Agnes, " you think yourself a wonder fully clever girl—the very Newton of petticoat philosophers, in the discovery of love secrets." " Not at all, my dear cousin," replied Jane; it cannot be so very difficult to perçoive the symptoms of any particular malady, in a - person who is so very subject to its dreadful attacks. Let me see—it was last June i a elvemonth, I think, when you were first seized—but that was only a slight attack, for you got well before the end of the month. 'î'hen you had another, about the beginning of August following, which lus'ed nearly till Michaelmas day—then a third in No vember, and that stuck to you all the winter—like my aunt Rachel's Christmas cough, as she calls it. recovering from this gi the spring, when—one, two,—yes, you but you know You were bui just had three terribly sharp fits, one after another, in that pro verbially dangerous month, the month of May. It was hardly thought possible you could recover from the last of them, and so it was determined that the clorgyman should be sent for, but-" Agnes sprung to her harp, and leaning over it in a graceful, sylph-like attitude, first drowned the voice of Jano with an extempore prelude of crashing chords, and then silenced her, whilst she played divinely the saucy air of " Cease your fun ning." When she had done, there was a pause; and just at that moment the moon was partially obscured by a light floecy cloud passing over it. Agnes had returned to the window, and her eyes were directed towards that mild, pale luminary, which was now beginning to edge, with a soft, silvery radiance, tha border of the cloud from which it was slowly emerging. 'And so you think, Jane,' said she, taking her cousin's hand, ' that my heart is like that cold chaste orb, dimmed, ever and anon by passing clouds; but like it, re-appearing again as cold and as bright deem it, too, as inconstant—changing even as she does? Ah me! There are times when I fancy it rather the dove, wander ing forth from its ark to find a reeling place, but destined to return with no olive branch!' * Fiddle-de-dee!—fiddle-de-di!—fiddle-de-do—fiddle-dum !' exclaimed Jane, mimicHIHg the sorrowful cadence of her cou sin's voice. At the same moment she caught her round the waist, and in spite of herself, made her waltz three or four times up and down the room, to the tune of' Di tanti palpiti,' hummed by herself. When she had dragged her about till they were both out of breath, she pulled her down by her side on a settee, and said, ' Now talk to me again about chaste cold orbs, doves, arks, and olive branches: and it you do, you shall have another dance, till I have joggled this fine senti mental frippery out of you." ' You are a strange girl, Jane,' said. Agnes, • but I still hope to see the day when that heart of your; will do penance. Re collect. the fate of our poor friend Harriet Lindsay! She laugh ed at love till she was nineteen, and then—died of it before she was one-and-lrventy !' ' As ! never shall, while there arc fevers, inflammations, and consumptions, to hand me out of this world into the next,' rejoined Jane. • And for my part, though poor dear Harriet had the credit of dying of a broken heart, because her lover died of a broken neck, by a fall from his landeau, I confess I always thought it was a surfeit of ice creams and strawberries that really killed her. If it had been a cold summer, and a bad fruit season, Harriet Lindsay might have looked a little pale, or so, and for a few days, perhaps, found the wing of a chicken more than she could cat at dinner; but by the end of a week, take my word for it, the knife and fork would have conquered the pocket handkerchief and the smelling bottle. Lord help us poor girls, say I, if we are born only to full in love, and must die when we fall out. I like not such grinning love, as Falstaif says of honor. It is all very well, I grant you, to have a nice handsome fellow, * sighing like a furnace,' at your elbow, and growing as thin as a winter weasel in an empty barn, for your sake; and if, after you have used him for two or three years, to plague half a dozen of your best friends who envy your conquest, you find you can really make a decently affair of the heart of it, why then-' ' Why then,' interrupted Agnes, ' I suppose Jane Douglass, spinster, would be seen some fine morning, in the proverbially dangerous month of May, going in the same direction as my heigho! only, not liko it, creeping in at the key-hole of the church door." ' Oh Lord! Oh Lord!' exclaimed Jane, stopping her ears with her fingers,—' how can you be so malicious as to use that horrible Gothic word ? Do you think I would ever consent to be married by banns, and have myself proclaimed three seve eral Sundays, with a public notice, that if any person or per sons know any just cause or impediment why quick! sprinkle a little Eau de Cologne upon my handkerchief, or I shall go into hysterics! How could you be so barbarous." In.this vein of mutual raillery, and light-hearted mirth, did at in all a as ever? 1 wish I could think so! You Here!—be these fair cousins banter oach other upon a subject which they' were both afraid to discuss in a more sober strain. But though they shared a common fear, that fear had no common origin. Jane and Agnes were nearly of the same age; the former, however, having the advantage (I am not certain, by the by, that ladies are accustomed to call it an advantage) over the latter by seven or eight months, she being almost twenty, and Agnes almost out ot her teens. They had been brought up under the same roof, educated in the same school, and from their cradles, to the period of which we are now speaking, had been such inseparable companions in all the daily occupa tions and amusements of their whole lives, that either might have addressed the other in the language of fond recollection used by Helena to Ilermia— ' Is all the counsel that we two have shared. The sisters' vows, the hours that we have spent When we have chid the hasty footed time For parting us—oh, now, is all forgot ? All schooldays' friendship, childhood innocence ? We, Hernua, like two artificial gods, Have with our needles created both one flower, Both on one sampler, sitting on one cushion, Both warbling of one song, both in one key; As if our hands, our sides, voices and minds. Had been incorporate. So we grew together Like to a double cherry: seeming pasted, But yet a union in partition, Two lovely berries moulded on one stem; So, with two seeming bodies, but one heart, Two of the first, like coats in heraldry fDue but to one, and crowned with one crest." But whatever were the secret sympathies and the hidden attractions—whatever the unseen, and to themselves unknown bonds of attachment which held them together—nature cer tainly never formed two creatures less alike in all those visi ble qualities of mind and character by which they were dis tinguished. Jane had such an exuberant flow of animal spirits, that it was the moat amusing thing imaginable to see her se riously endeavoring to be serious. Her mirth was never broad or coarse; it had nothing of the hoyden or tho romp in it;— but it was a kind of constitutional vivacity, an inexhaustible spring of salient gaiety, which flashed incessantly in sparkling radiance from her eyes, or burst in frolic humor from her lips. Every day she lived, she shed tears; but it was because ten times in every day she laughed till thoy came; and so cloud less had been her sunshine hitherto, that they were almost the only tears she could recollect she ever did shed. This perpet ual summer of the mind imparted a corresponding glow and animation to her manner, a freshness and genial warmth to all her action-', which made her presence the signal for merry looks and cheerful discourse. Her nimble and elastic step, as she entered a room, was nearly as irresistible an invitation to stand up for a quadrille as the sound of a fiddle; while the contagious smile that ever played about her mouth, seemed to say, ' Come, good folks, let us laugh at a world that only laughs at us!'—And then her own laugh!—it was such a clear, hearty, chuckling laugh—there was such a breadth of hilarity spread over all her features, dimpling her smooth vermillkm cheeks, and glistening in her liquid eyes, that, without saying a word, it never failed to provoke a chorus of giggling, (no matter how miscellaneous the company,) from the asthmatic wheezing of seventy, down to the shrill carolling of seven. - Agnes Fitzroy, on the contrary, though no foe to ' Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles," had within her a chastening spirit of pensive sobriety, which kept her from ever rising to the same height of impetuous gaiety as her cousin. The risible faculty was not so strong in her, neither was the perception of the really ludicrous, or the disposition to convert into the ludicrous, words, and actions which were not fairly amenable to that fallacious test. Her passions were calm and deep, and'when most agitated, be traying least evidence on their ruffled surface of what was passing beneath. It was no superior self command that im parted this character to her feelings; still less was it any thing approaching to the mastery of refined artifice which made her looks a mask for her thoughts. It proceeded entirely from an excessive sensibility of disposition—a shrinking within herself, as if she feared, whether in trouble or in joy, to find no see-