ISCELLANEoU 8.

MARGARET GREEN,
OR. THE DRUNKARD'S DAUGHTER.
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BY WILLIAM II. LINDSAY


Margaret was at this time about seven
teen years of age. She was OF a medium
size, neither too large to render the contour
Of her features repulsive, nor yet so small
al to attract the particular attention of a
stranger. Her eyes were dark and piercing,
and The dark auburn ringIets, as they fell
over her shoulders, which would well vie
with alabaster, in virgin Whiteness, seemed
10 gather ia curls Of graceful and symmetri-
cal folds. All was lofty, and full Of that
reclitude and pride, which virtue inspires in
woman. Her countenance was that of an
angel; and her form as sylph-like and AERIAL
as if she belonged to another world of be-
ings. But i. is not the empty illusions Of
worldly beauty that | speak On earth,
beauty. is mere nolhing--many gem OF
the purest brightness is encased in the hum
blest and most disgusting tenement-and
many serpent, more dangerous than the
asp Of the Nile, makes its home in a casket
Of most exquisite beauty. But God seemed
to have endowed both mind and body with
the richest ornaments in the formation Of
The Drunkard's Daughter. Her heart which
acknowledged God as the foontan head
ofall good, turned to it's fellow beings with a
reverential and humane feeling OF tender
ness. In case OF severe struggle--when
racked by pain or trouble-a fellow being
suffered, it opened the fountain of her tears,
and as they flowed, the voice Of sympathy
and compassion was heard sounding in her
ears, .speace, peace-God will sustain you
in all your undertakings. y Hers was in
deed a woman's heart-illed with love and
|frendship--with truth and kolness-and
all the finer qualities of heart which cha
racterizes the femae--that is, the true fe-
male portion Of creation. Margaret was in
deed an exemplary girl her Co ct was
beyond the point Of cavi; and ugh she
was despised BY many, because, torsooth,
her father had fallen into vice, yet all who
knew her loved and adored her, To the
poor, she was indeed an angel of mercy
ministering to their wants-she sought the
bed OF sickness, the chamber Of fell disease
and as the lurd glare of the midnight lamp
fell upon her pale countenanc.., she was
seen bending over the BODY Of the stricken,
and preparing their last breath to be Waited
to the high chancery Of Heaven n, coupled
with fervcnt and heartfelt prayer. Such
was the character of Margaret Green, and
such The character which had rivetted the
attention, and fixed the love of James Cor
don, the aniable and true, to the Drunkard's
Daughter.


But time, which brings around all things,
at length ushered in the hour of the ball,
which was to be given at the house of James
Cartel. will not detain the reader with
sketch Of this mans character Such a
course would not only be Inconsistent with
my present sketch, bat be wearisome and
uninterestng to the fair being who follows
NJ rambling trato the end. Suffice il cesy
to say, that Cartel, like his bosom friend,
Henry Berlram, entertained the false idea,
that wealth, sordd and ill-gotten though it
might be, was the only line of demarkaton
which should distinguish the members of
the human family. He looked upon power
ty as the most henious crime of which a
man could be guilty, and acting upon this
impulse, he despised virtue, and clung with
feverish grasp 10 vice, when robed in the
tinselled panoply of wealth. Alas, for the
degeneracy OF man.


The young and gay-the wealthy and
the proud were gathered together in the
drawing room Of Jonas Cartell All appear
ed happy and gay. Not shade of sorrow
seemed to settle on the brows of either Of
the four beings who had met TO pass theso-
cial hour as they conversed freely, or
laughed and tested in the casual promenade.
| Harry Bertram seemed TO be in his pride.
Upon his arm hung Minerva Jones, the
daughter of a rich and opulent liquor dealer,
and as they walked with proud and haugh
ty air, The ltile area of the drawing room, the
comic Jest broke from their lips, ad bois-
ferrous voley oflaughter iesounded through
the apartment. All was happy---happy as
the profusipn OF ill-gotlen wealth could rem
der such a scene-happy as those who lido
lized The golden mammon, and cast aside The
divine precepts and examples of the lowly
Jesus could well be- There was naught Of
humanity paught Of the feelings which
actuate the bosom Of one fellow being with


holy friendship, dictated by the heart, OBJ
servable in any there assembled. Wealth,
and its roncomitants, ignorance and depra-


witty, seemed to reign masters Of the cere-
tmony, and as the knee was bent at the


shrine of this unholy idol, the ribald Jest