The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 08, No. 50, December, 1861 by Various
page 84 of 283 (29%)
page 84 of 283 (29%)
![]() | ![]() |
|
nature. He was evidently a creature that had been nourished on sweet
juices and developed in fair pastures, under genial influences of sun and weather,--one that would draw patiently in harness, if required, without troubling his handsome head how he came there, and, his labor being done, would stretch his healthy body to rumination, and rest with serene, even unreflecting quietude. He had been duly lectured by his mother, this morning, on the propriety of commencing his wooing, and was coming towards them with a bouquet in his hand. "See there," said Elsie,--"there is our young neighbor Antonio coming towards us. There is a youth whom I am willing you should speak to,--none of your ruffling gallants, but steady as an ox at his work, and as kind at the crib. Happy will the girl be that gets him for a husband!" Agnes was somewhat troubled and saddened this morning, and absorbed in cares quite new to her life before; but her nature was ever kindly and social, and it had been laid under so many restrictions by her grandmother's close method of bringing up, that it was always ready to rebound in favor of anybody to whom she allowed her to show kindness. So, when the young man stopped and shyly reached forth to her a knot of scarlet poppies intermingled with bright vetches and wild blue larkspurs, she took it graciously, and, frankly beaming a smile into his face, said,-- "Thank you, my good Antonio!" Then fastening them in the front of her bodice,--"There, they are beautiful!" she said, looking up with the simple satisfaction of a child. |
|