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When June Came.
"Methought I met a Damsel Fair And tears were in her eyes; Her head and arms were bare, I heard her bursting sighs.
"I stopp'd and looked her in the face, 'Twas then she sweetly smiled.
Her features shone with mournful grace, Far more than Nature's child.
"With diffident and downcast eye, In modest tones she spoke; She wiped a tear and gave a sigh, And then her silence broke--" So sang Mrs.Tanberry at the piano, relieving the melancholy which possessed her; but Nelson, pausing in the hail to listen, and exceedingly curious concerning the promised utterance of the Damsel Fair, was to suffer disappointment, as the ballad was broken off abruptly and the songstress closed the piano with a monstrous clatter.
Little doubt may be entertained that the noise was designed to disturb Mr.Carewe, who sat upon the veranda consulting a brown Principe, and less that the intended insult was accomplished.

For an expression of a vindictive nature was precipitated in that quarter so simultaneously that the bang of the piano-lid and the curse were even as the report of a musket and the immediate cry of the wounded.
Mrs.Tanberry at once debouched upon the piazza, showing a vast, clouded countenance.

"And I hope to heaven you already had a headache!" she exclaimed.
"The courtesy of your wish, madam," Carewe replied, with an angry flash of his eye, "is only equaled by the kindness of heaven in answering it.
I have, in fact, a headache.

I always have, nowadays." "That's good news," returned the lady heartily.
"I thank you," retorted her host.
"Perhaps if you treated your daughter even a decent Indian's kind of politeness, you'd enjoy better health." "Ah! And in what failure to perform my duty toward her have I incurred your displeasure ?" "Where is she now ?" exclaimed the other excitably.