One of our fellows would cry out, "Here she goes. Come quick, John; quick, Henry."
Curious, wasn't it?
And what do you suppose so excited our interest?
She walked well! Ah! I can see her now! What a queen!
Queenly, we exclaim, with reference to a certain manner of walking. We never say queenly mouth, or queenly eyes, or queenly nose. The word is applied only to a certain style of personal carriage. When we see a woman pass, carrying her head and shoulders in a peculiar way, stepping off in a grand, elastic style, the word queenly leaps to every lip.
Our book-binding girl was a Methodist; and I do not mind telling you that I used to go to the Methodist church pretty often, and always sat in the gallery, that I might see her come in and go out. She frequented a little social organization, in which young men and women assembled for conversation, reading, singing, etc. I joined, although there was no other attraction than our queen.
You may think it very strange, but I was never introduced to her; I never spoke with her. Indeed, I carefully avoided a personal acquaintance, lest a lack of intelligence and sentiment might break the charm of her peerless bearing. I think that nothing in any woman has ever more deeply impressed my imagination than that young woman's splendid mien.
ANOTHER WOMAN WHO WALKED WELL.
Calling upon a legal friend in a western city about twenty years ago, he asked me, while we were sitting at his front window,—
"Have you ever seen Mrs. W——e?"