Baltimore: Joseph Robinson. The Swiss Heiress should be read by all who have nothing better to do. We are patient, and having gone through the whole book with the most dogged determination, are now enabled to pronounce it one of the most solemn of farces. Let us see if it be not possible to give some idea of the plot. The first child is a son, and called William.
This intended husband is one Count Laniski, young, good-looking, noble, valiant, wise, accomplished, generous, amiable, and possessed of a thousand other good qualities — all of which, of course, are just a thousand better reasons why the Bride of Destiny, being a heroine, will have nothing to do with him. The Heiress, we are forced to say, now behaves in a very unbecoming and unaccountable manner. She should have hung herself as the only rational course, and — heigho!
Just at this crisis, however, a Mr. Frederick Mortimer makes his interesting debut. Never certainly was a more accomplished young man! Frederick Mortimer have two. Falkner bowed, but could not comprehend what such a region had to do with Count Laniski's compliment to the heiress.
Have you no fear of cold? Mortimer spoke with mingled playfulness and seriousness, but the latter prevailed, and Miss Montargis felt it a reproof, and blushed, she scarcely knew why. Who ever felt its influence? We would proceed, but are positively out of patience with the gross stupidity of Mrs. Falkner, who cannot understand what the other ladies and gentlemen are talking about. About chapter the fifteenth it appears that the Count Laniski is not the Count Laniski at all, but only Mr.
Theodore Montelieu, and the son of that old rigmarole, Madam Montelieu, the housekeeper. It now appears, also, that even that Count Laniski whose appearance at Montargis Castle had such effect upon the nerves of our heroine, was not the Count Laniski at all, but only the same Mr.
