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Las aventuras de Tom Sawyer
Capítulo 21, Página 2
“In
the
common
walks
of
life,
with
what
delightful
emotions
does
the
youthful
mind
look
forward
to
some
anticipated
scene
of
festivity!
Imagination
is
busy
sketching
rose-tinted
pictures
of
joy.
In
fancy,
the
voluptuous
votary
of
fashion
sees
herself
amid
the
festive
throng,
‘the
observed
of
all
observers.’
Her
graceful
form,
arrayed
in
snowy
robes,
is
whirling
through
the
mazes
of
the
joyous
dance;
her
eye
is
brightest,
her
step
is
lightest
in
the
gay
assembly.
“In
such
delicious
fancies
time
quickly
glides
by,
and
the
welcome
hour
arrives
for
her
entrance
into
the
Elysian
world,
of
which
she
has
had
such
bright
dreams.
How
fairy-like
does
everything
appear
to
her
enchanted
vision!
Each
new
scene
is
more
charming
than
the
last.
But
after
a
while
she
finds
that
beneath
this
goodly
exterior,
all
is
vanity,
the
flattery
which
once
charmed
her
soul,
now
grates
harshly
upon
her
ear;
the
ballroom
has
lost
its
charms;
and
with
wasted
health
and
imbittered
heart,
she
turns
away
with
the
conviction
that
earthly
pleasures
cannot
satisfy
the
longings
of
the
soul!”
And
so
forth
and
so
on.
There
was
a
buzz
of
gratification
from
time
to
time
during
the
reading,
accompanied
by
whispered
ejaculations
of
“How
sweet!”
“How
eloquent!”
“So
true!”
etc.,
and
after
the
thing
had
closed
with
a
peculiarly
afflicting
sermon
the
applause
was
enthusiastic.
Then
arose
a
slim,
melancholy
girl,
whose
face
had
the
“interesting”
paleness
that
comes
of
pills
and
indigestion,
and
read
a
“poem.”
Two
stanzas
of
it
will
do:
“A
MISSOURI
MAIDEN’S
FAREWELL
TO
ALABAMA
“Alabama,
goodbye!
I
love
thee
well!
But
yet
for
a
while
do
I
leave
thee
now!
Sad,
yes,
sad
thoughts
of
thee
my
heart
doth
swell,
And
burning
recollections
throng
my
brow!
For
I
have
wandered
through
thy
flowery
woods;
Have
roamed
and
read
near
Tallapoosa’s
stream;
Have
listened
to
Tallassee’s
warring
floods,
And
wooed
on
Coosa’s
side
Aurora’s
beam.
“Yet
shame
I
not
to
bear
an
o’erfull
heart,
Nor
blush
to
turn
behind
my
tearful
eyes;
’Tis
from
no
stranger
land
I
now
must
part,
’Tis
to
no
strangers
left
I
yield
these
sighs.
Welcome
and
home
were
mine
within
this
State,
Whose
vales
I
leave—whose
spires
fade
fast
from
me
And
cold
must
be
mine
eyes,
and
heart,
and
tête,
When,
dear
Alabama!
they
turn
cold
on
thee!”
There
were
very
few
there
who
knew
what
“tête”
meant,
but
the
poem
was
very
satisfactory,
nevertheless.
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