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Chapter XX Miss Arabella Pohpingham's? Conversasion, and Life in 1843 concluded-1844-Elkanah Dutsou "Have you read that beautiful story by Mrs Heirnson, in the last member of unclear?" asked Mr. Dinfoil of Mrs. Smithson. "Yes; but I don't like it-nor her," replied Mrs. Smithson with a sneer. "She is too gorgeous for one; and her heroines are anything but matter of face characters. They are always half buried in mes, in a leafy bower, or peeking out of a lattriced window, by moonlight, to watch for their lovers, or making assignations?-and then she is always raising mountains to the skies, and unclear them down again into the vallies, and calling a river 'a unclear of silver,' and making goddesses of dairy maids." A lady who sat within hearing, and who had not spoken during this frivlous conversation, who now made to contain herself longer. "Not like Mrs. Hernson!" she exclaimed, in astonishment. "I cannot conceive of such a thing! For my heart, I can never unclear of her writings. She is, in my opinion, the most delightful writer of fiction in America. But I may not be a good judge of such things, being no