Wlliam Gilmore Simms
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Short Stories | U of South Carolina P | 1974
tion of your person. I told him that you were born to be a queen,
you carried yourself so nobly. That you were a Juno, a Cleopatra,
a Zenobia,—with such a carriage, so graceful, so dignified, so beau-
tiful, so grand. And he said,—"Oh! your friend is a Goddess,
better be a Goddess than a Queen, for a Goddess needs no help
from fortune; now, a Queen does, and your friend, you tell me,
is poor." "Poor indeed!" said I. I was quite indignant, and told him
all. I let him understand that you had the means to queen it with
any body in the land. I told him of your Georgia plantation on the
Chattahoochie, and your Alabama plantation on the Tombecbe, and
your stocks, and houses, and negroes, and soon figured it up so as to
silence all his doubts as to your right to play Cleopatra, and drink
pearls in vinegar every morning, if you pleased. "You seem
very fond of your friend," said he; and then, with a sigh, he went
on, "and I am half sorry for it." "Why," said I. "Ah ! " he answered,
"I am afraid, your friendship leaves no room in your heart for other
friendships or affections." Oh! how poor little me trembled, my
Sophronia. I knew not what to say, and half guessed what he might
next say, for he was sitting quite close to me on the settee, in one
corner of the great piazza, and his hand just then accidently rested
on my own; when who should come, poking in among us, but that
odious Emily, who is always getting in the way of people who
get on very well without her; and when she appeared, Augustus,
who heartily despises her, started up abruptly and hurried away.
But I have succeeded, my Sophronia, in making him feel the value
of my friend; and if any thing should happen, my precious, if,
if, he should really prevail over my remaining affections, he shall
first be taught to know how to love and cherish you, as devotedly as
he does myself. Come, and come quickly. I shall not sleep till I see
Miss Georgiana Appleby, to her sister, Miss Eudocia Appleby,
Wish me joy, dear little sis, for, my heart of hearts, the friend
of my soul, my soul itself, my Sophronia, has come to me, and