,,graham',s ,,magazine4 ,vol4 ,,xx4 ,june1 #ahdb ,no4 #f4 ,contents ,fiction1 ,literature and ,articles ,the ,wire ,suspension ,bridge ,the ,science of ,kissing66 ,harry ,cavendish ,miss ,thompson ,russian ,revenge ,mrs4 ,ware's ,poems ,love and ,pique ,the ,two ,dukes ,review of ,new ,books ,poetry and ,fashion ,farewell ,the ,pewee ,the ,return ,home ,olden ,deities ,perditi ,the ,heavenly ,vision ,sights ,from ,my ,window--,alice ,the ,absent ,wife ,song ,fashion ,plate ,transcriber's ,notes can be found at the end of this e,book4 99 99 99 99 99 ,illustration3 ,w4 ,croome1 del41 ,engraved by ,rawdon1 ,wright1 ,hatch ,smillie ,,new ,,suspension ,,bridge ,,at ,,fairmount ,philadelphia4 ,drawn and ,engraved expressly for ,graham's ,magazine4 ,,graham',s ,,magazine4 ,vol4 ,,xx4 ,,philadelphia3 ,,june1 #ahdb4 ,no4 #f4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,wire ,,suspension ,,bridge4 ,this elegant structure is thrown across the ,schuylkill1 on the site once occupied by an airy and graceful wooden erection1 for years the pride of our city1 and celebrated as being the longest bridge of a single arch in the known world4 ,the boldness of the architect in thus spanning a river three hundred and fifty feet wide1 was the theme of universal admiration4 ,few will forget ,fanny ,kemble's poetic comparison1 when she said the bridge looked like a white scarf flung across the water4 ,the destruction of this favorite fabric1 by fire1 in the fall of #ahch1 was regarded as an irreparable loss4 ,the conflagration presented a grand picture4 ,the flames were first seen towards the western entrance of the bridge1 and in a very few minutes the whole fabric was a mass of fire4 ,the wind was down the stream1 and catching the flames as they broke from the flooring of the bridge1 it swept them far away under1 until a fiery cataract1 reaching from shore to shore1 seemed pouring horizontally down the river4 ,by this time spectators began to throng around1 and before the bridge fell1 thousands lined the adjacent shores and covered the side of the overhanging hill1 looking down on the scene below1 as from the seats in an amphitheatre4 ,this splendid sight continued for some time1 the gazers looking on in a rapt silence1 until suddenly a low murmur1 followed by an involuntary shiver1 ran through the crowd1 as the bridge1 with a graceful curtesy1 descended a few feet1 hesitated1 and then1 with a gentle1 swan-like motion1 sank1 like a dream1 down on the waters4 ,but the moment the fabric touched the wave1 a simmering1 hissing sound was heard1 while ten thousand sparkles shot up into the air and sailed away to leeward4 ,the fire still1 however1 burned fiercely in the upper works1 which had not reached the water2 while volumes of smoke rolled down the river1 blending the earth1 the wave1 and the sky into one dark1 indistinct mass1 so that the burning timbers1 occasionally detached from the bridge1 and borne along by the current1 seemed1 almost without the aid of fancy1 to be lurid stars floating through the firmament4 ,the moon1 which was just rising1 and which occasionally burst through the dense veil of smoke1 appeared almost side by side with these wild meteors1 and added to the illusion4 ,the effect was picturesque2 at times even sublime4 ,more than two years elapsed before the bridge was replaced by the present elegant structure1 whose airiness and grace more than reconcile us to the loss of its predecessor4 ,this new fabric is1 we believe1 the finest1 if not the only1 specimen of its kind in the ,united ,states4 ,the plan is simple4 ,two square towers of solid granite1 thirty-two feet in height1 are built on either abutment4 ,over each of these towers1 on iron rollers1 pass five wire cables1 each cable being composed of two hundred and sixty strands1 each strand being an eighth or an inch thick4 ,the length of each cable is six hundred and fifty feet4 ,these cables are secured1 on each shore1 in pits1 distant from the towers one hundred feet1 and continuing under ground fifty feet further1 to a point where they are securely fastened at the depth of thirty feet4 ,these pits are built over so as to exclude the rain1 but not the air2 and the cables1 being painted1 are thus preserved from rust4 ,the cables1 in stretching from tower to tower1 form a curve1 the lowest point of which is at the centre of the bridge4 ,the causeway is of wood1 and hangs1 by smaller wire cables1 from these larger ones4 ,the width of the bridge is twenty-seven feet1 and its length1 from abutment to abutment1 three hundred and forty-three feet4 ,the strength of the bridge has been tested by a weight of seventy tons4 ,the structure is painted white throughout1 and has already won the name of the most graceful bridge in the country4 99 99 99 99 99 ,illustration3 ,painted by ,sir ,t4 ,lawrence1 ,eng'd by ,h4,s4 ,sadd1 ,n4,y4 ,the ,proffered ,kiss4 ,engraved ,expressly for ,graham's ,magazine4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,science ,,of ,,kissing66 ,,the ,,after-,,dinner ,,talk ,,of ,,jeremy ,,short1 ,,esq4 ,what glorious times1 ,oliver1 the old ,turks must have1 sitting1 on a sultry day like this1 listening to the cool plashing of their fountains1 and smoking their chiboques--egad6--until they fall asleep1 and dream of dark-eyed ,houris smiling on them1 amid the fragrant groves and by the cool rivers of a ,musselman ,paradise4 ,what a pity we were not born in ,turkey1 you a ,bashaw of three tails1 and ,i the ,sultaun of ,stamboul6 ,how we would have stroked our beards--and smoked our pipes--and given praise to the prophet as we drank our sherbert1 spiced1 you know1 with a very little of the aqua vit1 that comfort of comforts to the inner man6 ,we could then have dressed like gentlemen1 and not gone about1 as we do now1 breeched1 coated1 and swaddled in broadcloth1 like a couple of ,egyptian mummies4 ,just imagine yourself in a dashing ,turkish dress1 with a turban on your head1 and a scimitar all studded with diamonds at your side1 with which--the scimitar ,i mean--you are wont to slice off the heads of infidels as ,i slice off the top of this pyramid of ice-cream--help yourself1 for it's delicious6 ,i think ,i see us now1 charging at the head of our spahis against the rascally ,russians1 driving their half starved soldier slaves like chaff before a whirl-wind1 and carrying our horse-tails and shouting 8,il ,allah60 into the very tents of their chieftains4 ,what magnificent fellows we would have made6 ,ah6--my dear boy--you and ,i are out of our element4 ,take my word for it1 a ,turk is your finest gentleman1 your true philosopher1 the only man that understands how to live4 ,he keeps better horses1 wears richer clothes1 walks with a nobler mien1 smokes more luxuriously1 drinks more seductive coffee1 and kisses his wife or ladye-love with better grace1 than any man or set of men1 except you and ,i1 8under the broad canopy of heaven0 as the town-meeting orators have it4 ,and let me tell you this last accomplishment--this kissing gracefully1 8secundum artem0--is a point of education most impiously neglected amongst us4 ,kissing is a science by itself4 ,let us draw up to the window where we can drink in the perfume of the garden1 and while you whiff away at your meerschaum1 ,i will prove the truth of my assertion4 ,one has a knack for talking after dinner--,i suppose it is because good steaks and madeira lubricate the tongue4 ,we are born to kiss and be kissed4 ,it comes natural to us1 as marriage does to a woman4 ,why1 sir1 ,i can remember kissing the female babies when ,i was yet in my cradle1 and my friend ,sir ,thomas ,lawrence did himself the honor to paint me at my favorite pursuit1 as you know by that exquisite picture in my library4 ,the very first day ,i went to school ,i kissed all the sweet little angels there4 ,i wasn't fairly out of my alphabet1 when ,i used to wait behind a pump1 for my sweetheart to come out of school1 and as soon as ,i saw her ,i made a point of kissing her just to see how prettily she blushed4 ,as ,i grew older ,i loved to steal in1 some summer evening1 on her1 and kiss her asleep on the sofa--or1 if she was awake1 and the old folks were by1 ,i'd wait till they both got nodding1 and then kiss her all the sweeter for the slyness of the thing4 ,ah6 such stolen draughts are delicious4 ,i wouldn't give a sous to kiss a girl in company1 and ,i always hated ,copenhagen1 ,pawns1 and your other kissing plays1 as ,i hope ,i hate the devil4 ,they had a shocking custom when ,i was young1 that everybody at a wedding should kiss the bride1 just as they all drank1 in the same free and easy way1 out of the one big china punch-bowl2 but the practice always hurt my sensibilities1 and ,i avoided weddings as ,i would avoid a ghost1 a bailiff1 or any other fright4 ,no--no--get your little charmer up into a corner by yourselves--watch when everybody's back is turned--then slip your arm around her waist1 and kiss her with a long sweet kiss1 as if you were a bee sucking honey from a flower4 ,nor can one kiss every girl4 ,i'd as lief take ipecacuanha as kiss some of your sharp-chinned1 icicle-mouthed1 lignum-vit-faced spinsters--why one couldn't get the taste of the bitters out of his mouth for a week6 ,i go in for your rosy1 pouting lips1 that seem to challenge everybody so saucily--egad6 when we kiss such at our leisure1 we think we're in a seventh heaven4 ,i once lived on such a kiss for forty-eight hours1 for it took the taste for commoner food out of my mouth 8intirely10 as poor ,power used to say4 ,oh6 how ,i loved the wide1 dark entries one finds in old mansions1 where one could catch these saucy little fairies1 and1 before they were well aware of your presence1 kiss them so deliciously4 ,there's kissing for you6 ,or1 to go upon a sleigh ride1 and when all1 save you and your partner1 are busy chatting--while the merry ringing of the bells and the whizzing motion of the vehicle cause your spirits to dance for very joy--to make believe that you wish to arrange the buffalo1 or pull her shawl up closer around her1 and then slyly stealing your face into her bonnet to kiss her for an instant of ecstasy1 while she blushes to the very temples1 lest others may catch you at your sport4 ,and then1 on a summer eve1 to row out upon the bosom of a moonlit lake1 and while one of the ladies sings and all the rest listen1 to snatch a chance and laughingly kiss the pretty girl at your side1 all unnoticed except by her4 ,or to sit beside a charmer on a sofa1 before a cozy fire on a bitter winter night1 and fill up the pauses of the conversation1 you know1 by drawing her to you and kissing her4 ,but more than all1--when you have won a blushing confession of love from her you have long and tremblingly worshipped with all a boy's devotion1--is the rapture of the kiss which you press holily to her brow1 while her warm heart flutters against your side1 and every pulse in your body thrills with an ecstasy that has no rival in after life4 ,ah6 sir1 that kiss is ,the ,kiss4 ,it is worth all the rest4 ,next to being born a ,turk ,i should choose to have been born an ,englishman in the days of ,harry the ,eighth4 ,do you remember how ,erasmus tells us1 in one of his letters1 that all the pretty women in ,london ran up to him and kissed him whenever they met8 ,that's what ,i call being in clover4 ,i don't wonder people long for the good old times1 for1 if all their fashions were like this1 commend me to the days of the bluff monarch1 when 8thus paused on the time1 ,with jolly ways in those brave old days1 ,when the world was in its prime40 ,did you ever attend a children's party1 and see the little dears play ,copenhagen8 ,the boys seem to have an instinctive knack at kissing their partners1 who always show the same modest repugnance--for modesty is inborn in every woman--aye6 and flings a glory about her like the halo around a ,madonna's head4 ,the very instant one of the young scapegraces gets into the ring1 he looks slyly all around it1 and there be sure is one little face that blushes scarlet1 and one little heart that beats faster1 for well the owner knows that she is in peril4 ,how fast her hands slide to and fro along the rope1 and directly the imprisoned youngster makes a dash at her hand1 and1 missing it1 turns away amid the uproarious laughter and clapping of hands of the rest1 and essays perchance a feint to tap some other little hand1 all the while1 however1 keeping one corner of his eye fixed on the blushing damsel who has foiled him4 ,and lo6 all at once--like an eagle shooting from the skies--he darts upon it4 ,and now begins the struggle4 ,what a shouting--and merry laughing--what cries of encouragement from the lookers on--what a diving under the rope1 and over the rope1 and among the chairs1 mingled with whoopings from the boys1 ensues1 until the victim has escaped1 or else been caught by her pursuer4 ,sometimes she submits quietly to the forfeit1 but at other times she will fight like a young tiger4 ,then1 indeed1 comes 8the tug of war40 ,if she covers her face in her hands1 and is a sturdy little piece beside1 young ,master ,harry will have to give up the game1 and be the laughing stock of the boys1 or else set all chivalry at defiance and tear away those pretty hands by force4 ,many a time1 you old curmudgeon1 have ,i laughed until the tears ran out of my eyes to see a young scoundrel1 scarcely breeched1 kissing an unwilling favorite4 ,how sturdily he sticks up to her1 one hand around her neck1 and the other1 perhaps1 fast hold of her chin2 while she1 with face averted1 and a frown upon her tiny brow1 is all the while pushing him desperately away4 ,but the young rascal knows that he is the strongest1 and with him might makes right4 ,with eagerness in every line of his face1 he slips his arm around her waist1 and1 after sundry repulses1 wins the kiss at last4 ,and then what a mighty gentleman he thinks he is6 ,in just such a scene has my old friend ,lawrence taken me off1 in that picture1 of ,the ,proffered ,kiss1 in my library1 egad6 ,it is a great grief to me that so few understand how to kiss gracefully4 ,kissing is an accomplishment1 ,i may be allowed to remark1 that should form a part of every gentleman's education4 ,a man that is too bashful to kiss a lady when all is agreeable1 as ,mrs4 ,malaprop would say1 is a poor good-for-nought1 a lost sinner1 without hope of mercy6 ,he will never have the courage to pop the question--mark my words--and will remain a bachelor to his dying day1 unless some lady kindly takes him in hand and asks him to have her1 as my friend ,mrs4 ,desperate did4 ,the women have a sly way of doing these things1 even if1 like a spinster ,i once knew1 they have to ask a man flatly whether his intentions are serious or not2 and they are very apt to do this as soon as the kissing becomes a business on your part4 ,but to return to the modus operandi of a kiss4 ,delicacy in this intellectual amusement is the chief thing4 ,don't--by the bones of ,johannes ,secundus6--don't bungle the matter by a five minutes torture1 like a cat playing with a mouse4 ,kiss a girl deliberately1 sir--sensible all the time of the great duty you are performing--but remember also that a kiss1 to be enjoyed in its full flavor1 should be taken fresh1 like champaigne just from the flask4 ,ah6 then you get it in all its airy and spirituelle raciness4 ,if you wish a sentimental kiss--and after all they are perhaps the spicier--steal your arm around her waist1 take her hand softly in your own1 and then1 tenderly drawing her towards you1 kiss her as you might imagine a zephyr to do it6 ,i never exactly timed the manuvre with a stop-watch1 but ,i've no doubt the affair might be managed very handsomely in ten seconds4 ,the exact point where a lady should be kissed may be determined by the intersection of two imaginary lines1 one drawn perpendicularly down the centre of the face1 and the other passing at right angles through the line of the mouth4 ,two such old codgers as you and ,i may talk of these things without indiscretion2 and1 it is but doing our duty by the world1 to give others the benefits of our experience4 ,some of these days1 when ,i get leisure1 ,i shall write a book called 8,kissing ,made ,easy40 ,the title--don't you think8--will make it sell4 ,kissing1 however1 has its evils1 for the world1 you know1 is made up of sweet and sour4 ,one often gets into a way of kissing a pretty girl by way of a flirtation1 and ends by tumbling head over ears into love with her4 ,this is taking the disease in its most virulent form2 but--thank the stars6--it is most apt to attend on cases where the gentleman has not been used to kissing4 ,i would recommend1 as a general rule1 that every one should be inoculated to the matter1 for1 depend upon it1 this is the only way to save them from a desperate and perhaps fatal attack4 ,i once knew a fine fellow--talented1 rich1 in a profession--whose only fault1 indeed1 was that he had never kissed anybody but his sister4 ,he had the most holy horror of a man who could so insult the dignity of the sex as to kiss a lady--and1 ,i verily believe1 the sight of such a thing1 in his younger days1 would have thrown him into a fit4 ,at length he fell in love2 and as sweet a creature was ,blanche ,merrion as ever trod greensward1 or sang from very gaiety of heart on the morning air4 ,day after day her lover watched her from afar1 as a worshipper would watch the countenance of a saint2 but months passed by and still he dared not lift his eyes to her face1 when her own were shining on him from their calm1 holy depths4 ,other suitors appeared1 and if ,blanche had fancied them1 she would have been lost forever to ,howard1 through his own timidity2 but happily none of them touched her heart1 and she went on her way 8in maiden meditation fancy free40 ,often1 in her own gay style of raillery1 would she torment poor ,howard about his bashfulness2 and during these moments1 ,i verily believe1 he would gladly have exchanged his situation for that of any heretic that ever roasted in an inquisitorial fire4 ,a twelvemonth passed by1 and yet ,howard could not muster courage to express his devotion1 and if1 perchance1 his eyes sometimes revealed his tale1 the confession faded from them as soon as the liquid ones of ,blanche were turned upon him4 ,if ever one suffered1 he suffered from his love4 ,he worshipped his divinity in awe-struck humility1 scarcely deeming she would deign to see his adoration4 ,he might have said with ,helena1 8thus1 ,indian-like1 ,religious in mine error1 ,i adore ,the sun1 that looks upon his worshipper1 ,but knows of him no more40 ,at length a friend of ,howard asked him to wait on him as a groomsman1 and who should be his partner but ,blanche6 ,now1 of all places for kissing1 commend me to a wedding4 ,the groom kisses the bride--and the groomsmen kiss the bridemaids--and each one of the company kisses his partner1 or if any one is destitute of the article he makes a dumb show of kissing somebody behind the door4 ,but the groomsmen have the cream of the business1 for it's one of the perquisites of their office that they should kiss their partners1 as a sort of recompense for shawling them1 and chaperoning them1 and paying them those thousand little attentions which are so exquisite to a lady1 and which a gentleman can only pay1 especially if the lady is grateful1 at some peril to his peace of mind4 ,ah6 sir1 a bridemaid is a bachelor's worst foe--one plays with edge tools when he waits at a wedding--and though you may dance with an angel or flirt with a ,houri1 ,i'd never--heaven bless you--recommend you to wait on a girl unless you were ready to marry4 ,seeing other folks married is infectious1 and1 before you know it1 you'll find yourself engaged4 ,it was a lucky chance for ,howard when he was asked to wait on ,blanche1 for ,i would stake my life that nothing else could have cured him of his bashfulness4 ,nor even then would he have succeeded but for an accident4 ,one lovely afternoon--it was a country wedding--he happened to pass by a little sort of summer-house in a secluded spot in the grounds attached to the mansion1 and who should he see within but ,blanche1 asleep on a garden sofa4 ,i wish ,i could paint her to you as she then appeared4 ,one arm was thrown negligently back over her head1 while the other fell towards the floor1 holding the book she had been reading4 ,her long1 soft eye-lashes were drooped on her cheek4 ,her golden curls fell1 like a shower of sunbeams scattered through the forest leaves on a secluded stream1 around her brow and down her neck2 and one fair tress1 stealing across her face and nestling in her bosom1 waved in her breath1 and rose and fell with the gentle heaving of that spotless bust4 ,a slight color was on her cheek1 and her lips were parted in a smile1 the smallest space imaginable disclosing the pure teeth beneath1 seeming like a line of pearl set betwixt rubies1 or a speck of snow within a budding rose4 ,howard would have retreated1 but he could not1 and so he stood gazing on her entranced1 until1 forgetting everything in that sight1 he stole towards her1 and falling on his knees1 hung a moment enraptured over her4 ,as he thus knelt1 his eyes glanced an instant on the book4 ,it was the poems of ,campbell1 and open at a passage which he had the evening before commended4 ,blanche had pencilled one verse which he had declared especially beautiful4 ,his heart leapt into his mouth4 ,his eyes stole again to that lovely countenance1 and instinctively he bent down and pressed his lips softly to those of ,blanche4 ,slight1 however1 as was the kiss1 it broke her slumber1 and she started up2 but when her eyes met those of ,howard the crimson blood rushed over her face1 and brow1 and down even to her bosom1 while the lover stood1 even more abashed1 rooted to the spot4 ,poor fellow6 ,he would have given the world if he could have recalled that moment's indiscretion4 ,he stammered out something for an apology1 he knew not what1 yet without daring to lift his eyes to her face4 ,she made no reply4 ,a minute of silence passed4 ,could he have offended past forgiveness8 ,he was desperate with agony and terror at the thought--and1 in that very desperation1 resolved to face the worst1 and looked up4 ,the bosom of ,blanche heaved violently1 her eyes were downcast1 her cheek was changing from pale to red and from red to pale4 ,all her usual gaiety had disappeared1 and she stood embarrassed and confused1 yet without any marks of displeasure1 such as the lover had looked for1 on her countenance4 ,a sudden light flashed on him1 a sudden boldness took possession of him4 ,he lifted the hand of ,blanche--that tiny hand which now trembled in his grasp--and said1 8,blanche6 dear ,blanche6 if you forgive me1 be still more merciful1 and give me a right to offend thus again4 ,i love you1 oh6 how deeply and fervently6--,i have loved you with an untiring devotion for years4 ,will you1 dearest1 be mine80 and in a torrent of burning eloquence--for the long pent-up emotions of years had now found vent--he poured forth the whole history of his love1 its doubts and fears1 its sensitiveness1 its adoration1 its final hope4 ,and did ,blanche turn away8 ,no--you needn't smile so meaningly1 you old villain--she sank sobbing on her lover's shoulder1 who1 when at length she was soothed1 was as good as his word1 and sinned by a second kiss4 ,it turned out that ,blanche had loved him all along1 and it was only his bashfulness that had blinded him1 else by a thousand little tokens he might have seen what1 in other ways1 it would have been unmaidenly for her to reveal4 ,now1 sir1 months of mutual sorrow might have been saved to both ,blanche and her lover1 if he had only possessed a little more assurance--he would have possessed that assurance if he had been less finical--if he had been less finical he would not have been shocked at kissing a pretty girl4 ,isn't that demonstrated like a problem in the sixth book8 ,i might multiply instances1 egad1 for fifty years of experience will store one's memory with facts1 and by the aid of them ,i could reel off arguments for this accomplishment faster than a rocket whizzes into the sky4 ,kissing1 sir--but there goes the supper bell1 and ,i see your meerschaum's out4 ,we will rejoin the ladies1 and after taking our ,mocha1 set the young folks to dancing1 while you and ,i accompany them on the shovel and tongs6--,ta-ra-la-ra6 99 99 99 99 99 ,,farewell4 ,,by ,,james ,,russell ,,lowell4 ,farewell6 as the bee round the blossom ,doth murmur drowsily1 ,so murmureth round my bosom ,the memory of thee2 ,lingering1 it seems to go1 ,when the wind more full doth flow1 ,waving the flower to and fro1 ,but still returneth1 ,marian6 ,my hope no longer burneth1 ,which did so fiercely burn1 ,my joy to sorrow turneth1 ,although loath1 loath to turn1-- ,i would forget-- ,and yet--and yet ,my heart to thee still yearneth1 ,marian6 ,fair as a single star thou shinest1 ,and white as lilies are ,the slender hands wherewith thou twinest ,thy heavy auburn hair2 ,thou art to me ,a memory ,of all that is divinest3 ,thou art so fair and tall1 ,thy looks so queenly are1 ,thy very shadow on the wall1 ,thy step upon the stair1 ,the thought that thou art nigh1 ,the chance look of thine eye ,are more to me than all1 ,marian1 ,and will be till ,i die6 ,as the last quiver of a bell ,doth fade into the air1 ,with a subsiding swell ,that dies we know not where1 ,so my hope melted and was gone3 ,i raised mine eyes to bless the star ,that shared its light with me so far ,below its silver throne1 ,and gloom and chilling vacancy ,were all was left to me1 ,in the dark1 bleak night ,i was alone6 ,alone in the blessed ,earth1 ,marian1 ,for what were all to me-- ,its love1 and light1 and mirth1 ,marian1 ,if ,i were not with thee8 ,my heart will not forget thee ,more than the moaning brine ,forgets the moon when she is set2 ,the gush when first ,i met thee ,that thrilled my brain like wine1 ,doth thrill as madly yet2 ,my heart cannot forget thee1 ,though it may droop and pine1 ,too deeply it had set thee ,in every love of mine2 ,no new moon ever cometh1 ,no flower ever bloometh1 ,no twilight ever gloometh ,but ,i'm more only thine4 ,oh look not on me1 ,marian1 ,thine eyes are wild and deep1 ,and they have won me1 ,marian1 ,from peacefulness and sleep2 ,the sunlight doth not sun me1 ,the meek moonshine doth shun me1 ,all sweetest voices stun me1-- ,there is no rest ,within my breast ,and ,i can only weep1 ,marian6 ,as a landbird far at sea ,doth wander through the sleet ,and drooping downward wearily ,finds no rest for her feet1 ,so wandereth my memory ,o'er the years when we did meet3 ,i used to say that everything ,partook a share of thee1 ,that not a little bird could sing1 ,or green leaf flutter on a tree1 ,that nothing could be beautiful ,save part of thee were there1 ,that from thy soul so clear and full ,all bright and blessed things did cull ,the charm to make them fair2 ,and now ,i know ,that it was so1 ,thy spirit through the earth doth flow ,and face me whereso'er ,i go1-- ,what right hath perfectness to give ,such weary weight of wo ,unto the soul which cannot live ,on anything more low8 ,oh leave me1 leave me1 ,marian1 ,there's no fair thing ,i see ,but doth deceive me1 ,marian1 ,into sad dreams of thee6 ,a cold snake gnaws my heart ,and crushes round my brain1 ,and ,i should glory but to part ,so bitterly again1 ,feeling the slow tears start ,and fall in fiery rain3 ,there's a wide ring round the moon1 ,the ghost-like clouds glide by1 ,and ,i hear the sad winds croon ,a dirge to the lowering sky2 ,there's nothing soft or mild ,in the pale moon's sickly light1 ,but all looks strange and wild ,through the dim1 foreboding night3 ,i think thou must be dead ,in some dark and lonely place1 ,with candles at thy head1 ,and a pall above thee spread ,to hide thy dead1 cold face2 ,but ,i can see thee underneath ,so pale1 and still1 and fair1 ,thine eyes closed smoothly and a wreath ,of flowers in thy hair2 ,i never saw thy face so clear ,when thou wast with the living1 ,as now beneath the pall1 so drear1 ,and stiff1 and unforgiving2 ,i cannot flee thee1 ,marian1 ,i cannot turn away1 ,mine eyes must see thee1 ,marian1 ,through salt tears night and day4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,pewee4 ,,by ,,dill ,a4 ,,smith4 ,in hedges where the wild brier-rose1 ,woos to its breast the sweets of ,june2 ,when soft the balmy south-wind blows1 ,the ,pewee trills its simple tune4 ,and when on glade and upland hill ,shines out the sultrier ,july's sun2 ,and forest shade and bubbling rill ,the red-bird's shriller notes have won1 ,oh then along the dull road side-- 7,as if the deepening gloom to cheer7 ,the ,pewee loves to wander wide-- ,there still its airy lay you hear4 ,or now1 when more familiar grown1 ,it seeks the busier haunts of men2 ,and to the welcome barn roof flown1 ,renews its joyous song again4 ,and thus throughout the livelong day1 7,tho' showery pearl-drops damp its wings2 ,and heedless who may pass its way17 ,the modest ,pewee sits and sings4 ,bird of the heart--meek ,virtue's child6 ,emblem of sweet simplicity2 ,an thou'd'st a pleasant hour have whiled1 ,go list the ,pewee's minstrelsy6 ,the eagle's wing it may not boast1 ,nor yet his plume of golden sheen2 ,but not in garb of regal cost ,are ,virtue's children always seen4 ,ah1 no1 sweet bird6 in lowly guise ,her fairest child is oftenest met2 ,and seldom knows thy cloudless skies1 ,or path with flowers so richly set4 ,when summer buds are bright and gay ,i fly the city's dull confines1 ,and love to sport the hours away ,by sedgy streams and leafy shrines4 ,nor least among the happy sounds ,which then salute my raptur'd ear1 ,i hail1 from hedge and meadow grounds1 ,the ,pewee1 with its song so clear4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,harry ,,cavendish4 ,,by ,,the ,,author ,,of 8,,cruising ,,in ,,the ,,last ,,war10 8,,the ,,reefer ,,of '#gf10 ,,etc4 ,,etc4 ,,ellen ,,neville4 ,when ,i recovered my senses1 after the events narrated in the last chapter1 ,i found that ,i was lying in the cabin of the schooner on board which ,i had been serving1 while a group composed of the three surgeons and several officers of the expedition stood around me4 ,as ,i opened my eyes and glanced around1 scarce conscious as yet of the objects that met my gaze1 one of the medical men bent over me and said that my safety depended on my quiet4 ,gradually ,i imbibed the full meaning of his words1 and called to mind the events immediately preceding my fall2 but1 in spite of his charge1 ,i felt an uncontrollable desire to learn the extent of my injury4 ,in a low whisper--so low indeed that ,i was startled at its faintness--,i asked if ,i was seriously wounded and whether we had conquered4 ,but he smiled as he replied1 8,not now1 at least not in full1 for your weakness forbids it4 ,but the danger is over4 ,the ball has been extracted4 ,quiet is all you now require40 8,but10 said ,i again1 8how of our expedition8 ,have we conquered80 8,we have1 but not a word more now4 ,to-morrow you shall hear all4 ,gentlemen10 he continued1 turning to the group1 8we had best withdraw now that our friend is past the crisis4 ,he needs repose40 ,i felt the wisdom of this advice1 for my brain was already whirling from the attempt to control my thoughts1 even for the mere purpose of asking the questions necessary to satisfy my curiosity2 so when the group left the cabin ,i sank back on my couch1 and closing my eyes with a sense of relief1 soon lost all recollection in a deep sleep1 the effect1 no doubt1 of the opiate which had been administered to me4 ,when ,i awoke1 the morning breeze was blowing freshly through the cabin1 bringing with it the odors of thousands of aromatic plants from the shores of the neighboring islands1 and as it wantoned across my forehead1 dallying with my hair and imparting a delicious coolness to the skin1 ,i felt an invigorating1 pleasurable sensation--a sensation of the most exquisite delight--such as no one can imagine who has not felt the cool breath of morning after an illness in the close cabin of a small schooner4 ,my curiosity to hear the events of the combat that occurred after my fall1 would not suffer me to rest1 and ,i gave my attendants no peace until ,i had learnt the whole4 ,it will be recollected that when ,i sank to the deck in a state of insensibility1 we were engaged in a warm contest with the piratical hulk which had been moored across the mouth of the outlet from the lagoon4 ,the fight was maintained for some time on board of the enemy1 and at first with varying success2 but the daring of our men at last overcame the desperate resistance of the pirates1 and the enemy were either driven below1 cut down1 or forced overboard4 ,this outwork1 as it were1 having thus been carried1 we pushed on to the settlement itself1 for the other vessels moored in the lagoon were by this time deserted1 the pirates having retreated to a fortification on the shore1 where their whole force could act together1 and where they had entrenched themselves1 as they vainly imagined1 in an impregnable position4 ,but our brave fellows were not intimidated4 ,flushed with success1 and burning to revenge those of their comrades who had already fallen1 they cried out to be led against the desperadoes4 ,accordingly1 under cover of the guns of our little fleet1 the men were landed1 and1 while a brisk fire was kept up from the vessels1 the assault was made4 ,at first the pirates stood manfully to their posts1 pouring in a deadly and unremitting fire on the assailants4 ,in vain did the officers lead on their men three several times to the assault1 for three several times were they driven back by the rattling fire of the now desperate pirates4 ,to increase the peril of their situation1 no sign of their companions in the rear had as yet appeared4 ,the ruffians were already cheering in anticipation of a speedy victory1 and our men1 although still burning for vengeance1 were beginning to lose all hope of victory1 when the long expected rocket1 announcing the arrival of the other party1 shot up from the dense thicket in the rear of the fort1 and instantaneously a crashing volley burst from the same quarter1 followed by a long1 loud cheer in which was recognised the battle shout of our comrades4 ,the sounds shivered to the very hearts of our almost dispirited men1 and added new energy to their souls and fresh vigor to their arms4 ,again they demanded to be led to the assault1 and1 with fixed bayonets1 following their leader1 they dashed up to the very embrasures of the fort4 ,then began a slaughter so terrific that the oldest veterans assured me they had never witnessed the like4 ,through an impervious veil of smoke1 amid plunging balls and rattling grape shot1 our gallant fellows swept over the plain1 through the ditch1 up the embankment1 and into the very heart of the fortification4 ,at the mouths of their guns they met the pirates1 bearing them bodily backwards at the point of the bayonet4 ,but if the onslaught was determined the resistance was desperate4 ,every step we advanced was over the dead bodies of the foeman4 ,throwing away their muskets1 they betook themselves to their pikes and cutlasses1 and though forced to retreat by our overwhelming numbers1 retreating sullenly1 like a lion at bay1 they marked their path with the blood of the assailants4 ,meanwhile the detachment of our troops in the rear1 finding the defences in that quarter weaker than those in front1 soon carried the entrenchments1 and driving before it as well the immediate defenders of the walls1 as the desperadoes who had hurried to reinforce them1 it advanced with loud cheers to meet us in the centre of the fortification4 ,hemmed in thus on every side1 the pirates saw that further resistance was useless1 and were seized with a sudden panic4 ,some threw down their arms and cried for quarter1 others cast themselves in despair on our bayonets1 while a few1 managing to escape by cutting their way through a part of our line1 took to the swamps in the rear of the fort1 whither they defied pursuit4 ,in less than an hour from the first assault1 not a pirate was left at large within the precincts of the settlement4 ,the huts were given to the flames1 and the hulk at the outlet of the lagoon scuttled and sunk4 ,the other vessels were manned by our own forces and carried away as trophies4 ,thus was destroyed one of the most noted piratical haunts since the days of the ,bucaneers4 ,we learned from the prisoners that the approach of the expedition had been detected while it was yet an hour's sail from the settlement1 and that preparations had instantly been made for our repulse4 ,had we not been under a misapprehension as to the strength of these desperadoes1 and thus been induced to take with us more than double the force we should otherwise have employed1 their efforts would no doubt have been successful1 since the almost impregnable nature of their defences enabled them to withstand the assault of a force four times the number of their own4 ,it was only the opportune arrival of our comrades1 and the surprise which they effected in their quarter of attack1 that gave us the victory after all4 ,as it was1 our loss was terrible4 ,we had extirpated this curse of society1 but at what a price6 ,the wound which ,i had received was at first thought to be mortal1 but after the extraction of the ball my case assumed a more favorable aspect4 ,the crisis of my fate was looked for with anxiety by my comrades in arms4 ,my return to consciousness found them1 as ,i have described1 watching that event at my bedside4 ,our voyage was soon completed1 and we entered the port of ---- amid the salvos of the batteries and the merry peals of the various convent bells4 ,the governor came off to our fleet1 almost before we had dropped our anchors1 and bestowed rewards on the spot on those of his troops who had peculiarly distinguished themselves4 ,he came at once to my cot1 and would have carried me home to the government-house1 but ,mr4 ,neville1 the uncle of the fair girl whom ,i had saved from the desperadoes1 having attended his excellency on board1 insisted that ,i should accept the hospitalities of his home4 8,well10 said his excellency1 with a meaning smile1 8,i must give him up1 for1 as you say1 mine is but a bachelor establishment1 and hired nurses1 however good1 do not equal those who are actuated by gratitude4 ,but ,i must insist that my own physician shall attend him40 ,i was still too weak to take any part in this controversy1 and although ,i made at first a feeble objection to trespassing on ,mr4 ,neville's kindness1 he only smiled in reply1 and ,i found myself1 in less than an hour1 borne to his residence1 without having an opportunity to expostulate4 ,what a relief it is1 when suffering with illness1 to be transported from a close1 dirty cabin to a large room and tidy accommodations6 ,how soothing to a sick man are those thousand little conveniencies and delicacies which only the hand of woman can supply1 and from which the sufferer on shipboard is debarred6 ,the well-aired bed linen2 the clean and tidy apartment2 the flowers placed on the stand opposite the bed2 the green jalousies left half open to admit the cooling breeze2 the delicious rose-water sprinkled around the room1 and giving it an aromatic fragrance2 and the orange1 or tamarind1 or other delicacy ever ready within reach to cool the fevered mouth1 and remind you of the ceaseless care which thus anticipates your every want4 ,all these1 and even more1 attested the kindness of my host's family4 ,yet everything was done in so unobtrusive a manner that1 for a long while1 ,i was ignorant to whom ,i was indebted for this care4 ,i saw no one but the nurse1 the physician1 and ,mr4 and ,mrs4 ,neville4 ,but ,i could not help fancying that there were others who sometimes visited my sick chamber1 although as yet ,i had never been able to detect them1 except by the fresh flowers which they left every morning as evidences of their presence4 ,more than once1 on suddenly awaking from sleep1 ,i fancied ,i heard a light footstep retreating behind my bed1 and once ,i distinguished the tone of a low sweet voice which sounded on my ear1 tired as it was of the grating accents of the nurse1 like music from ,paradise4 ,often1 too1 ,i heard1 through the half open blinds that concealed the entrance to a neighboring room1 the sounds of a harp accompanied by a female voice2 and1 at such times1 keeping my eyes closed lest ,i should be thought awake and the singer thus be induced to stop1 ,i have listened until my soul seemed fairly 8lapped into ,elysium40 ,the memory of that ample apartment1 with its spotless curtains and counterpanes1 and the wind blowing freshly through its open jalousies1 is as vivid in my memory to-day as it was in the hour when ,i lay there1 listening to what seemed the seraphic music of that unseen performer4 ,i hear yet that voice1 so soft and yet so silvery1 now rising clear as the note of a lark1 and now sinking into a melody as liquid as that of flowing water1 yet ever1 in all its variations1 sweet1 and full1 and enrapturing4 ,such a voice ,i used to dream of in childhood as belonging to the angels in heaven4 ,our dreams are not always wrong6 ,at length ,i was sufficiently recruited in strength to be able to sit up1 and ,i shall ever remember the delicious emotions of the hour when ,i first took a seat by the casement and looked out into the garden1 then fragrant with the dew of the early morning4 ,i saw the blue sky smiling overhead1 ,i heard the low plashing of a fountain in front of my window1 ,i inhaled the delicate perfume wafted to me by the refreshing breeze1 and as ,i sat there my soul ran over1 as it were1 with its exceeding gladness1 and ,i almost joined my voice1 from very ecstasy1 with that of the birds who hopped from twig to twig1 carolling their morning songs4 ,as ,i sat thus looking out1 ,i heard a light footstep on the gravel walk without1 and directly the light1 airy form of a young girl emerged from a secluded walk of the garden1 full in my view4 ,as she came opposite my window she looked up as if inadvertently1 for1 catching my eye1 she blushed deeply and cast her gaze on the ground4 ,in a moment1 however1 she recovered herself1 and advanced in the direction she had been pursuing4 ,the first glance at the face had revealed to me the countenance of her ,i had been instrumental in rescuing from the pirates4 ,my apartment1 like all those on the island1 was on the ground floor1 and when ,miss ,neville appeared she was already within a few feet of me4 ,i rose and bowed1 and noticing that she held a bunch of newly gathered flowers in her hands1 ,i said1 8,it is your taste1 then1 ,miss ,neville1 which has filled the vase in my room every morning with its flowers4 ,you cannot know how thankful ,i am4 ,ah6 would that all knew with what delight a sick person gazes on flowers60 ,she blushed again1 and extending the bouquet to me1 said with something of gaiety1 8,i little thought you would be up to-day1 much less at so early an hour1 or perhaps ,i might not have gathered your flowers4 ,since you can gaze on them from your window they will be less attractive to you when severed1 like these1 from their parent stem40 8,no--never10 ,i answered warmly1 8indeed your undeserved kindness1 and that of your uncle and aunt1 ,i can never forget40 ,she looked at me in silence with her large1 full eye a moment ere she replied1 and ,i could see that they grew humid as she gazed4 ,her voice1 too1 softened and sank almost to a whisper when at length she spoke4 8,undeserved kindness6 ,and can we ever forget10 she said1 8what we owe to you80 ,the words1 as well as the gentle tone of reproof in which they were spoken1 embarrassed me for a moment1 and my eyes fell beneath her gaze4 ,as if unwilling further to trust her emotions1 she turned hastily away as she finished4 ,when ,i looked up she was gone4 ,we met daily after this4 ,the ennui of a convalescent made me look forward to the time she spent with me as if it constituted my whole day4 ,certainly the room seemed less cheerful after her departure4 ,often would ,i read while she sat sewing4 ,at other times we indulged in conversation1 and ,i found ,miss ,neville's information on general subjects so extensive as sometimes to put me to the blush4 ,she had read not only the best authors of our own language1 but also those of ,france1 and her remarks proved that she had thought while she read4 ,she was a passionate admirer of music1 and herself a finished performer4 ,for all that was beautiful in nature she had an eye and soul4 ,there was a dash of gaiety in her disposition1 although1 perhaps1 her general character was sedate1 and late events had if anything increased its prominent trait4 ,her tendency to a gentle melancholy--if ,i may use the phrase--was perceptible in her choice of favorite songs4 ,more than once1 when listening to the simple ballads she delighted to sing1 have ,i caught the tears rolling down my cheeks1 so unconsciously had ,i been subdued by the pathos of her voice and song4 ,in a few days ,i was sufficiently convalescent to leave my room1 and thenceforth ,i established myself in the one from which ,i had heard the mysterious music4 ,this apartment proved to be a sort of boudoir appropriated to the use of ,miss ,neville1 and it was her performance on the harp that ,i had heard during my sickness4 ,hers too had been the figure which ,i had seen once or twice flitting out of sight on my awaking from a fevered sleep4 ,it is a dangerous thing when two young persons1 of different sexes1 are thrown together in daily intercourse1 especially when one1 from his very situation1 is forced to depend on the other for the amusement of hours that would otherwise hang heavily on him4 ,the peril is increased when either party is bound to the other by any real or fancied ties of gratitude4 ,but during the first delicious fortnight of convalescence ,i was unconscious of this danger1 and without taking any thought of the future ,i gave myself wholly up to the enjoyment of the hour4 ,for ,miss ,neville ,i soon came to entertain a warm sentiment of regard1 yet my feelings for her were of a far different nature from those ,i entertained for ,annette4 ,i did not1 however1 stop to analyze them1 for ,i saw1 or thought ,i saw1 that the pleasure ,i felt in ,ellen's society was mutual1 and ,i inquired no further4 ,alas6 it never entered into my thoughts to ask whether1 while ,i contented myself with friendship1 she might not be yielding to a warmer sentiment4 ,had ,i been more vain perhaps this thought might have occurred to me4 ,but ,i never imagined--blind fool that ,i was--that this constant intercourse betwixt us could endanger the peace of either4 ,if ,i could1 ,i would have coined my heart's blood sooner than have won the love which ,i could not return4 ,yet such was my destiny4 ,my eyes were opened at length to the consequences of my indiscretion4 ,we had been conversing one day of the expected arrival of the ,arrow1 and ,i had spoken enthusiastically of my profession1 and1 perhaps1 expressed some restlessness at the inactive life ,i was leading1 when ,i noticed that ,ellen sighed1 looked more closely at her work1 and remained silent for some time4 ,at length she raised her eyes1 however1 and said1 8,how can you explain the passion which a sea-man entertains for his ship8 ,one would think that your hearts indulged in no other sentiment than this engrossing one40 8,you wrong us1 indeed1 ,ellen10 ,i said1 8for no one has a warmer heart than the sailor4 ,but we have shared so many dangers with our ship1 and it has been to us so long almost our only world1 that we learn to entertain a sort of passion for it1 which1 ,i confess1 seems a miracle to others1 but which to us is perfectly natural4 ,i love the old ,arrow with a sentiment approaching to monomania1 and yet ,i have many and dear friends whom ,i love none the less for this passion40 ,i saw that her bosom heaved quicker than usual at these words1 and she plied her needle with increased velocity4 ,had ,i looked more narrowly1 ,i might have seen the color faintly coming and going in her cheek1 and almost heard her heart beating in the audible silence4 ,but ,i still was blind to the cause of this emotion4 ,by some unaccountable impulse ,i was led to speak of a subject which ,i had always avoided1 though not intentionally--my early intimacy with ,annette1 and her subsequent rescue from the brig4 ,secure1 as ,i thought1 of the sympathy of my listener1 and carried away by my engrossing love for ,annette1 ,i dwelt on her story for some time1 totally unconscious of the effect my words were producing on ,ellen4 ,my infatuation on that morning seems now incredible4 ,as ,i became more earnest with my subject1 ,i noticed still less the growing agitation of my listener1 and it was not until ,i was in the midst of a sentence in which ,i paused for words to express the loveliness of ,annette's character1 that ,i saw that ,ellen was in tears4 ,she was bending low over her work so as to conceal her agitation from my eye1 but as ,i hesitated in my glowing description1 a bright tear-drop fell on her lap4 ,the truth broke on me like a flash of lightning4 ,i saw it all as clear as by a noonday sun1 and ,i wondered at my former blindness4 ,i was stung to the heart by what ,i had just been saying1 for what agony it must have inflicted on my hearer6 ,i felt my situation to be deeply embarrassing1 and broke short off in my sentence4 ,after a moment1 however1 feeling that silence was more oppressive than anything else1 ,i made a desperate effort and said1 8,ellen60 ,it was a single word1 and one which ,i had addressed to her a hundred times before2 but perhaps there was something in the tone in which ,i spoke it1 that revealed what was passing in my mind1 for1 as she heard her name1 the poor girl burst into a flood of tears1 and covering her face with her hands she rushed from the room4 ,she felt that her secret was disclosed4 ,she loved one whose heart was given to another4 ,that day ,i saw her no more4 ,but her agony of mind could not have been greater than my own4 ,there is no feeling more acute to a sensitive mind than the consciousness that we are beloved by one whom we esteem1 but whose affection it is impossible for us to requite4 ,oh6 the bitter torture to reflect that by this inability to return another's love1 we are inflicting on them the sharpest of all disappointments1 and perhaps embittering their life4 ,point me out a being who is callous to such a feeling1 and ,i will point you out a wretch who is unworthy of the name of man4 ,he who can triumph in the petty vanity of being loved by one for whom he entertains no return of affection1 is worse than a fop or a fool--he is a scoundrel of the worst stamp4 ,he deserves that his home should be uncheered by a ,,woman',s smiles1 that his dying hour should be a stranger to her tender care4 ,god knows6 to her we are indebted for all the richest blessings and holiest emotions of our life4 ,while we remember that we drank in our life from a mother's breast--that we owed that life a thousand times afterwards to a mother's care--that the love of a sister or the deeper affection of a wife has cheered us through many a dark hour of despair1 we can never join that flippant school which makes light of a woman's truth1 or follow those impious revilers who would sneer at a woman's love4 ,the green sod grows to-day over many a lovely1 fragile being1 who might still have been living but for the perfidy of our sex4 ,there is no fiction in the oft-told story of a broken heart4 ,it is1 perhaps1 a consumption that finally destroys the victim1 but alas6 the barb that infused the poison first into the frame was--a hopeless love4 ,how many fair faces have paled1 how many hearts have grown cold1 how many seraphic forms have passed1 like angel visitants1 from the earth1 and few have known the secret of the blight that so mysteriously and suddenly withered them away4 ,alas6 there is scarcely a village churchyard in the land1 in which some broken hearted one does not sleep all forgotten in her lonely bed4 ,the grave is a melancholy home2 but it has hope for the distressed3 there1 at least1 the weary are at rest4 ,it is years since ,i have visited the grave of ,ellen1 and ,i never think of her fate without tears coming into my eyes4 ,i said ,i saw her no more that day4 ,when ,i descended to the breakfast table on the following morning1 ,i looked around1 and1 not beholding her1 was on the point of inquiring if she was ill2 but1 at the instant1 the door opened and one of my old mess-mates appeared1 announcing to me that the ,arrow was in the offing1 where she awaited me--he having been despatched with a boat to bring me on board4 ,as ,i had been expecting her arrival for several days1 there was little preparation necessary before ,i was ready to set forth4 ,my traps had been already despatched when ,i stood in the hall to take leave of the family4 ,my thoughts1 at this moment1 recurred again to ,ellen1 and ,i was1 a second time1 on the point of asking for her1 when she appeared4 ,i noticed that she looked pale1 and ,i thought seemed as if she had been weeping4 ,her aunt said1 8,i knew ,ellen had a violent headache1 but when ,i found that you were going1 ,mr4 ,cavendish1 ,i thought she could come down for a last adieu40 ,i bowed1 and taking ,miss ,neville's hand raised it to my lips4 ,none there were acquainted with our secret but ourselves1 yet ,i felt as if every eye was on me1 and from the nervous trembling of ,ellen's fingers1 ,i knew that her agitation was greater than my own4 8,god bless you1 dear ,miss ,neville10 ,i said1 and1 in spite of my efforts1 my voice quivered1 8and may your days be long and happy40 ,as ,i dropped her hand1 ,i raised my eyes a moment to her face4 ,that look of mute thankfulness1 and yet of mournful sorrow1 ,i never shall forget4 ,i felt that she saw and appreciated my situation1 and that even thus her love was made evident4 ,if ,i had doubted1 her words would have relieved me4 8,farewell60 she said1 in a voice so low that no one heard it but myself4 8,i do not blame you4 ,god be with you60 ,the tears gushed to her eyes1 and my own heart was full to overflowing4 ,i hastily waved my hand--for ,i had already taken leave of the rest--sprang into the carriage1 rode in silence to the quay1 and throwing myself into the stern sheets of the barge1 sat1 wrapt in my own emotions and without speaking a word1 until we reached the ship4 ,that night ,i early sought my hammock2 and there prayed long and earnestly for ,ellen4 ,the memory of that long past time crowds on me to-night1 and ,i feel it would be a relief to me to disburden my full heart of its feelings4 ,i will finish this melancholy story4 ,it was a short six months after my departure from ,mr4 ,neville's hospitable mansion1 when we came to anchor again in the port1 with a couple of rich prizes1 which we had taken a short time before1 in the ,gulf ,stream4 ,the first intelligence ,i heard1 on landing1 was that ,miss ,neville was said to be dying of a consumption4 ,need ,i say that a pang of keenest agony shot through my heart8 ,a something whispered to me that ,i was the cause1 at least partially1 of all this4 ,with a faltering tongue ,i inquired the particulars4 ,they were soon told4 ,i subsequently learned more1 and shall conceal nothing4 ,from the day when ,i left ----1 the health of ,ellen had begun gradually to droop4 ,at first her friends noticed only that she was less gay than usual1 and once or twice they alluded jestingly to me as the secret of her loss of spirits4 ,but when the expression of agony1 which at such times would flit across her face1 was noticed1 her friends ceased their allusions4 ,meanwhile her health began sensibly to be affected4 ,she ate little4 ,she slept in fitful dozes4 ,no amusement could drive away the settled depression which seemed to brood upon her spirits4 ,her friends resorted to everything to divert her mind1 but all was in vain4 ,with a sad1 sweet smile1 she shook her head at their efforts1 as if she felt that they could do nothing to reach her malady4 ,at length she caught a slight cold4 ,she was of a northern constitution1 and when this cold was followed by a permanent cough1 her friends trembled lest it foreboded the presence of that disease1 which annually sweeps off its thousands of the beautiful and gay4 ,nor were they long in doubt4 ,their worst fears were realised4 ,consumption had fixed its iron clutch on her heart1 and was already tugging at its life-strings4 ,the worm was gnawing at the core of the flower1 and the next rough blast would sweep it from the stalk4 ,as day by day passed1 she drew nearer to the grave4 ,her eye grew sunken1 but an unnatural lustre gleamed from its depths--the hectic flush blazed on her cheek--and that dry hacking cough1 which so tortures the consumptive1 while it snaps chord after chord of life1 hourly grew worse4 ,at an early period of ,ellen's illness1 ,mrs4 ,neville1 who had been to the orphan girl a second mother1 divined the secret of her niece's malady4 ,she did not1 however1 urge her confidence on her charge1 but ,ellen soon saw that her aunt knew all4 ,there was a meaning in her studied avoidance of my name1 which could not be mistaken4 ,ellen's heart was won by this delicacy1 until1 one day1 she revealed everything4 ,mrs4 ,neville pressed her to her bosom at the close of the confession1 and1 though nothing was said1 ,ellen felt that the heart of her second mother bled for her4 ,as death drew nearer1 ,ellen's thoughts became gradually freed from this world4 ,but she had still one earthly desire--she wished to see me before she died4 ,only to ,mrs4 ,neville1 however1 was this desire confided1 and even then without any expectation that it could be gratified4 ,when1 however1 the ,arrow stopped so opportunely in ----1 her petitions became so urgent1 that ,mrs4 ,neville sent for me4 ,with a sad heart ,i obeyed her summons4 8,the dear girl10 she said1 when she met me in the ante-room1 8would not be denied1 and1 indeed1 ,i had not the heart to refuse her4 ,oh6 ,mr4 ,cavendish1 you will find her sadly changed4 ,these are fearful trials which ,god1 in his good providence1 has called us to undergo10 and tears choked her further utterance4 ,i was scarcely less affected4 ,it would be a fruitless task in me to attempt to describe my emotions on entering the chamber of the dying girl4 ,i have no recollection of the furniture of the room1 save that it was distinguished by the exquisite neatness and taste which always characterized ,ellen4 ,my eyes rested only on one object--the sufferer herself4 ,she was reclining on a couch1 her head propped up with pillows1 and her right hand lying listlessly on the snowy counterpane4 ,how transparent that hand seemed1 with the blue veins so distinctly seen through the skin that you could almost mark the pulsation of the blood beneath4 ,but it was her countenance which most startled me4 ,when ,i last saw her--save at that one parting interview--her mild blue orbs smiled with a sunniness that spoke the joy of a young and happy heart4 ,now the wild hectic of consumption blazed on her cheek1 and her eyes had a brilliancy and lustre that were not of earth4 ,then1 her rich golden tresses floated in wavy curls across her shoulders--now1 that beautiful hair was gathered up under the close-fitting cap which she wore4 ,then her face was bright with the glow of health--alas6 now it was pale and attenuated4 ,but in place of her faded loveliness had come a more glorious beauty2 and the glad smile of old had given way to one of seraphic sweetness4 ,when she extended her wan hand toward me1 and spoke in that unrivalled voice which1 though feeble1 was like the symphony of an olian harp1 it seemed1 to my excited fancy1 as if an angel from heaven had welcomed me to her side4 8,this is a sad meeting10 she said2 for my emotions1 at the sight of her changed aspect1 would not permit me to speak--8but why grieve8 ,it is all for the best4 ,it might seem unmaidenly to some10 she continued1 with a partial hesitation1 while1 if possible1 a brighter glow deepened on her cheek1 8for me thus to send for you2 but ,i trust we know each other's hearts1 and this is no time to bow to the formalities of life4 ,i feel that ,i am dying40 8,say not so1 dear ,ellen10 ,i gasped1 while my frame shook with agony at the ruin ,i had brought about--8oh6 say not so4 ,you will yet recover4 ,god has many happy years in store for you40 8,no1 no10 she said touchingly1 8this world is not for me2 ,i am but a poor bruised reed--it were better ,i were cast aside4 ,but weep not1 for oh6 ,i meant not to upbraid you4 ,no1 never1 even in my first agony1 have ,i blamed you--and it was to tell you this that ,i prayed ,i might survive4 ,yes6 dearest--for it cannot be wrong now to confess my love--,i would not that you should suppose ,i condemned you even in thought4 ,you saved my life--and ,i loved you before ,i knew it myself4 ,you weep--,i know you do not despise me--had we met under better auspices1 the result might have been--0 here her voice choked with emotion--8might have been different40 ,i could only press her hand4 8,oh6 this is bliss10 she murmured1 after a pause4 8,but it was not so to be10 she added1 in a moment1 with a saddened tone1 which cut me to the heart4 8,i should love to see her of whom you speak--she is very beautiful1 is she not8 ,in heaven the angels are all beautiful40 ,her mind wandered4 8,i have heard their music for days1 and every day it is clearer and lovelier4 ,hear60 and with her finger raised1 her eye fixed on the air1 and a rapt smile on her radiant countenance1 she remained a moment silent4 ,tears fell from us like rain4 ,but by and bye1 her wandering senses returned2 and a look of unutterable wo passed over her face4 ,oh6 how my heart bled4 ,i know not what ,i said2 ,i only know that ,i strove to soothe the dying moments of that sweet saint1 so suffering1 yet so forgiving4 ,a look of happiness once more lightened up her face1 and1 with a sweet smile1 she talked of happiness and heaven4 ,as we thus communed1 our hearts were melted4 ,gradually her voice assumed a different tone1 becoming sweeter and more liquid at every word1 while her eyes shone no longer with that fitful lustre1 but beamed on me the full effulgence of her soul once more4 8,raise me up10 she said4 ,i passed my arm around her1 and gently lifted her up4 ,her head reposed on my shoulder1 while her hand was still clasped in mine4 ,she turned her blue eyes on me with a seraphic expression1 such as only the sainted soul in its parting moment can embody1 and whispered-- 8,oh6 to die thus is sweet6 ,henry1 dear ,henry--,god bless you6 ,in heaven there is no sorrow10 and then1 in incoherent sentences1 she murmured of bright faces1 and strange music1 and glorious visions that were in the air4 ,the dying musician said that he then knew more of ,god and nature than he ever knew before1 and it may be1 that1 as the soul leaves the body1 we are gifted with a power to see things of which no mortal here can tell4 ,who knows8 ,in our dying hour we shall learn4 ,the grave of ,ellen is now forgotten by all1 save me4 ,the grass has grown over it for long years4 ,but often1 in the still watches of the night1 ,i think ,i hear a celestial voice whispering in my ear2 and sometimes1 in my dreams1 ,i behold a face looking1 as it were1 from amid the stars3 and that face1 all glorious in light1 is as the face of that sainted girl4 ,i cannot believe that the dead return no more4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,return ,,home4 ,,by ,,george ,p4 ,,morris4 ,i'm with you once again1 my friends-- ,no more my footsteps roam-- ,where it began my journey ends1 ,amid the scenes of home4 ,no other clime has skies so blue1 ,or streams so broad and clear1 ,and earth no hearts so warm and true1 ,as those that meet me here4 ,since last1 with spirits wild and free1 ,i pressed my native strand1 ,i've wandered many miles at sea1 ,and many miles on land2 ,i've seen all nations of the earth1 ,of every hue and tongue1 ,which taught me how to prize the worth ,of that from whence ,i sprung4 ,in distant countries when ,i heard ,the music of my own1 ,oh how my echoing heart was stirred6-- ,it bounded at the tone6 ,but when a brother's hand ,i grasp'd ,beneath a foreign sky1 ,with joy convulsively ,i gasp'd1 ,like one about to die4 ,my native land1 ,i come to you ,with blessings and with prayer1 ,where man is brave1 and woman true1 ,and free as mountain air4 ,long may our flag in triumph wave1 ,against the world combined1 ,and friends a welcome1 foes a grave1 ,on land and ocean find4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,miss ,,thompson4 ,a ,,tale ,,of ,a ,,village ,,inn4 ,,by ,,mrs4 ,a4 ,m4 ,f4 ,,annan4 ,it may be out of keeping with our subject to apply the homely epithet of a 8fish out of water0 to ,mr4 ,bromwell ,sutton in the rural village of ,g----1 but as no periphrasis suggests itself which would express his position as well1 we must fain eschew elegance for the occasion1 and let it stand4 ,it was a sultry afternoon1 in the middle of summer1 when he arrived at the ,eagle ,inn1 and after changing his dress1 stepped to the door to see what could be seen4 ,he looked up the street1 and down and across1 and not a living thing was visible besides himself1 except a few sheep dozing in the market-house1 and two or three cows silently ruminating in the shade of the town hall1 both of which edifices were near at hand4 ,then having decided that there was nothing in the architectural aspect of the straggling village worth a second look1 he concentred his scrutiny upon himself4 ,the result of his investigation stood thus3--that he was a very charming young man1 was ,mr4 ,bromwell ,sutton4 ,he had a slender1 well formed figure1 which was encased in a fresh suit of the finest texture and most unexceptionable make4 ,his features were regular1 and of that accommodating order which allows the spectator to assign them any character he may choose4 ,his complexion was fair and clear1 his teeth were very white and his eyes very blue4 ,his hair was dark1 daintily glossed and perfumed with oil1 and of a length1 which1 on so warm a day1 would have made a silver arrow or a gilded bodkin a judicious application2 and he had two elongated tufts on his upper lip1 and a round one on his chin corresponding to the space between them4 ,he wore a ,panama hat of the most extensive circumference1 and carried a pair of white gloves1 either to be drawn on his hands or slapped on his knees1 whichever circumstances might require2 and the corner of a hem-stitched handkerchief of transparent cambrick stuck out of his pocket4 ,a handbill pasted on the sign-post next caught his eye1 and1 though it was a favorite saying with him that he 8never read10 to be understood of course1 not that he never had read1 but that he knew enough already2 he so far conquered his disdain of literature as to step forward and ascertain its purport4 ,this1 set forth in the interesting typographical variety which veteran advertisers so well comprehend1 of large and small ,romans1 and ,italics leaning some to the right and some to the left1 and some standing perpendicular1 was as follows3 8,mr4 ,azariah ,chowders1 celebrated throughout the ,union for his eloquent1 entertaining and instructive discourses on miscellaneous subjects1 proposes delivering a lecture on the evening of the present instant1 in the town hall of ,g----4 ,the theme selected is1 the ,genius of the ,american ,people1 one1 which1 from its intrinsic importance1 requires no comment10 c4 c4 ,he was interrupted by the rattle of a distant vehicle1 and looking up the street1 saw a chaise approaching which contained a single 8individual10 as he mentally pronounced him4 ,he drove a fine horse1 and drew him up before the door of the inn4 ,the chaise was a plain1 common looking concern1 full of travel-worn trunks and boxes1 and its occupant was dressed in a light summer suit1 rather neat1 but entirely too coarse for gentility4 8,it's only a ,yankee pedlar10 said ,mr4 ,sutton to the landlord who was coming out1 and entirely careless of being overheard by the stranger2 and he walked up to his chamber1 where he awakened a diminutive poodle1 his travelling companion1 from the siesta with which it was recruiting after its journey1 and occupied himself in cracking his handkerchief at it1 until an additional stir in the house indicated the approach of tea-time4 ,he then came down1 carrying ,cupidon1 for so was the animal appellated2 and found in the bar-room a young gentleman1 a law-student1 to whom he had delivered a letter on his arrival1 and who was a boarder in the house4 ,the other stranger had1 meanwhile1 entered the room1 and was cooling himself at an open window1 with his short curling hair pushed back from a forehead remarkable in its whiteness and intellectual development1 and crowning a face of strikingly handsome lineaments and prepossessing expression4 8,how do you contrive to exist in this stupid place80 asked our dandy of his new acquaintance1 whose name was ,wallis2 8they say there are some genteel people about1--have you any pretty girls among them to flirt with80 8,we have some pretty young ladies1 but don't use them for that purpose exactly10 replied ,wallis2 8we admire them1 and wait on them and try to please them1 and then1 when we can afford it1 we marry them1 if they don't object40 8,have you seen anything of a lady vagabondising in this region1--a ,miss ,valeria ,north80 8,miss ,valeria ,north1 the fashionable heiress of ,b----8 the niece of the celebrated ,judge ,north8 what should she be doing here80 8,oh1 ,i don't know1--it's beginning to be genteel for people to get tired of society1 and to go hunting up out-of-the-way places that one knows nothing about except from the maps2 ,i heard in the railroad cars that she was making a tour along the river here1 and was in hopes that ,i might fall in with her4 ,what do you know of her80 8,i heard a great deal about her at ,saratoga last summer1 where ,i happened to stop for a few days4 ,every body was talking about her beauty1 talents and accomplishments1 and in particular about her plain and simple manners1 so singular in an heiress and a belle4 ,the young men1 mostly1 seemed to have been afraid of her2 regarding her as a female ,caligula who would have rejoiced in the power of decapitating all the silliness1 stupidity and puppyism in the world with one stroke of her wit40 8,indeed60 said ,sutton1 with a weak laugh that proved him not to apprehend what he was laughing at2 8,i hope she'll soon come along2 ,i'm prepared for a dead set at her4 ,girls of two or three hundred thousands are worth that trouble2 it's a much pleasanter way to get pocket money than to be playing the dutiful son for it40 ,wallis elevated his eyebrows1 but made no other reply4 8,that1 ,i suppose1 is one of your village beauties1--that one walking in the garden with the pink dress on and the black apron10 resumed ,sutton4 8,no2 she is a stranger boarding here1--a ,miss ,thompson40 8,miss ,thompson6--it might as well be ,miss ,blank for all the idea that conveys4 ,who1 or what is she80 8,she does not say2--there is the name in the register beside you1--#8,mrs4 ,thompson and daughter'--so she entered it4 ,she and her mother stopped here a week or two ago1 on account of the lady's health40 8,thompsons6--they oughtn't to be found at out-of-the-way places2 all the genteel ,thompsons that ,i ever heard of go to springs and places of decided fashion2 it is absolutely necessary1 that they may not be confounded with the mere ,thompsons1--the ten thousand of the name4 ,but that is a pretty looking girl1--and rather ladyish40 8,she is a lady--a well-bred1 sensible girl1 as ever ,i met with1 and very highly educated40 ,they were interrupted by the bell for tea1 and1 on entering the eating-room1 they found the young lady in the pink dress at the table1 with an elderly1 delicate looking woman 7,mrs4 ,thompson1 of course17 beside her4 ,mr4 ,sutton advanced to the place immediately opposite to her1 and a nearer view suggested that she might be one of the genteel ,thompsons after all4 ,she was a spirited looking girl1 rather under the middle height1 with a clear and brilliant1 though not very fair complexion2 large black eyes1 surmounted by wide and distinctly marked eyebrows1 and a broad1 smooth forehead2 a nose1 7that most difficult of features1 if we may judge by the innumerable failures17 a nose beautifully straight in its outline and with the most delicately cut nostrils possible2 and the most charmingly curved lips1 and the whitest teeth in the world4 ,having made these discoveries1 ,mr4 ,sutton decided that if her station should forbid his admiring her1 he would not allow it to prevent her from admiring him4 ,to afford her the benefit of this privilege1 it was necessary that he should first attract her notice1 for she had bestowed but a single glance at him on his entrance1 as had her mother1 the latter drawing up her eyelids as if she had been very near-sighted2 and to affect this1 he called1 in a peremptory voice to the servant attending1 8,waiter1 ,i wish you would give my dog something to eat40 8,your dog1 sir8--where is it80 asked the colored man1 looking around the room1 and then giving a loud whistle to call the invisible animal forth4 8,here10 replied ,sutton1 sharply2 8or you may bring me a plate and ,i'll feed him myself20 and he pointed to the miniature specimen1 lying like a little lump of floss-silk1 on his foot4 8,that6 ,i-,i-,i--he6 he6 ha6 ha60 exclaimed the waiter1 attempting at first to restrain himself1 and then bursting into a chuckling laugh2 8is it--really--a dog1 sir8--a live dog60 ,cupidon1 as if outraged by the suspicion1 hereupon sprang into the middle of the room1 barking at the height of his feeble voice1 and showing his tiny white teeth1 while his wicked little eyes sparkled with anger4 ,the cachinnations of the amused and astonished servant increased at every bark1 and drew a laugh from ,wallis1 and a smile from each of the ladies4 ,sutton with difficulty silenced his favorite1 and finding that the desired impression of his consequence had not been made1 he proceeded to another essay4 8,waiter10 he slowly enunciated1 with a look of disgust at the steel implement in his hand2 8have you no silver forks80 8,sir80 said the attendant with a puzzled expression4 8,any silver forks80 he repeated emphatically4 8,no1 sir2 we don't keep the article40 8,then you should not put fish on the table2 they ought properly to be inseparable10 he returned1 magisterially1 and rising from his seat1 he approached the stranger of the chaise1 who had quietly placed himself some distance below them1 and asked1 8,have you any such things as silver forks among your commodities8--,i believe that persons in your vocation sometimes deal in articles of that description40 ,the stranger looked up in surprise1 and1 after scanning him from head to foot1 a frown which was gathering on his face gave way to a look of humorous complacency--8,i am sorry ,i can't accommodate you1 sir10 said he2 8but ,i might probably suggest a substitute2--how would a tea-spoon do80 ,he returned to his seat1 rather dubious about the smiles he detected1 and1 as a third effort1 addressed himself1 somewhat in the following manner1 to ,wallis1 whose interlocutions are unnecessary4 8,how far did you say it was to the ,sutton ,mills8--only four miles1 isn't it8 ,i shall have to apply to you to show me the way4 ,i have a curiosity to see them1 as they are one of my father's favorite hobbies4 ,i often laugh at him for christening them with his own name4 ,calling a villa1 a fashionable country seat1 after one's self1 is well enough1 but mills or manufactories--it is rather out of taste4 ,is the fourth finished yet8 ,i believe it is to be the finest of all2 indeed1 it seems to me a little injudicious in the old gentleman to have invested so much in a country property--there are at least half a dozen farms1 are there not8 but ,i suppose he was afraid to trust his funds to stocks1 and he has already more real estate in the city than he can well attend to4 ,however1 if he had handed over the amount to me1 ,i think ,i could have disposed of it with a much better grace4 ,he did offer me a title to them1 some time ago1 but it was on condition that ,i should come here and manage them myself1 but ,i begged to be excused1 and it was only on agreement that ,i should have a hundred per cent4 of the revenue this year1 that ,i consented to undergo the trouble of visiting them1 or the sacrifice1 rather--there are so many delightful places to go to in the summer10 and so forth4 ,having1 from these indirect explanations1 made a clear case that his society was entitled to a welcome from the best ,thompson in the world1 and to that with thanks1 if his fair neighbor was only a crockery ,thompson1 he arose and returned to the front of the house4 ,the village had1 by this time1 awakened from its nap1 and the larger proportion of its inhabitants were bending their steps to the town hall4 ,numerous well appointed carriages were also coming in from the surrounding neighborhood1 whose passengers were all bound to the same point4 8,where are all these people going80 asked ,sutton4 8,to the lecture announced in that handbill10 replied ,wallis--and ,miss ,thompson presenting herself at the door1 ready bonnetted1 he walked with her in a neighborly sort of a way across the street4 ,after a while the throng ceased1 and from some impatient expressions of the loungers about the tavern1 ,sutton ascertained that the lecturer had not yet appeared4 8,why1 that man ,i mistook for a ,yankee pedlar must be he1 ,i should judge10 said he to the landlord4 8,who8--where80 said a young man1 who had not heard the last clause4 8,that tall fellow1 in the garden1 there1 drest in the brown-holland pantaloons and ,kentucky jean coat40 8,indeed6--,i thought he was to stop at the other house20 and he hastened down the street1 while ,sutton1 finding that every body was going to the hall1 strolled there also4 ,meanwhile1 the stranger in the coarse jeans was enjoying himself in a saunter through the quiet and pretty garden of the inn1 which was so hedged and enclosed as to admit of no view of the street1 when a consequential personage presented himself1 and saluting him stiffly1 introduced himself as 8,mr4 ,smith1 the proprietor of the ,g---- ,hotel40 8,i am happy to make your acquaintance1 sir10 said the young stranger1 courteously4 8,i have taken the liberty to call1 sir1 and inform you that the audience has been waiting for some time4 ,it is full fifteen minutes past the time announced in the handbills20 pulling one from his pocket--8,i felt a reluctance to intrude1 but1 putting the best construction upon your conduct1 in not informing me of your arrival1 after ,i had been at the pains to prepare for you1 ,i presumed it proceeded from a mistake2 you are at the opposition establishment40 8,there certainly is a mistake10 interrupted the stranger4 8,very well1 very well1 sir1 as an entire stranger you can be excused10 hastily proceeded ,mr4 ,smith2 8but there is no time to talk about it now--we can settle it after a while4 ,be good enough to hurry over2 the people are getting impatient4 ,you will have a large audience1 sir2 they were afraid they would be disappointed1 which would have been a bad business1 as we very seldom have lecturers from a distance4 ,it was lucky that you happened to be found out by one of my boarders1 for some of the gentlemen were talking about dispersing1 and if that had occurred1 we would all have been up in arms against you2--we are pretty fiery1 some of us60 8,then you would not be willing to wait another evening80 8,to wait6 certainly not2 ,i hope you have no such idea6--let me beg you to hurry1 sir60 8,well1 but--0 8,my dear sir6--let me insist--you have announced a very interesting subject--#8,the ,genius of the ,american ,people2' the very thing for our audience--,american through and through--very patriotic60 8,very well1 sir--,i'll try to do my best--let me change my dress a little1 and ,i'll attend you40 ,to the surprise of the inmates of the ,eagle1 excepting1 indeed1 ,mr4 ,sutton1 who paid a mental tribute to his own sagacity--in a few minutes their fellow lodger entered and mounted the rostrum4 ,a figure as graceful and commanding would have struck the fastidious assemblage of a fashionable city lecture-room4 ,he showed some embarrassment after casting his eyes over the really large audience1 but a round of applause gave him time to collect himself1 and he commenced a modest preface1 stating that he had not had time to arrange his ideas on the subject proposed1 in such a form as he could have wished1 yet as it was one that ought to be familiar to all good citizens1 he hoped he should not entirely fail4 ,we regret that our space will not permit us to edify our readers with the critique on his performance which duly appeared in the village newspaper4 ,suffice it1 that after an elaborate eulogium on his fine person1 captivating voice1 and expressive gestures2 his sparkling wit1 elevated imagination1 and extensive reading1 he was pronounced ex cathedr1 8a patriot1 a scholar and a gentleman40 ,the next morning1 when they met in the breakfast room1 ,miss ,thompson and ,wallis were fluent in commendation of the lecture4 8,i was most agreeably disappointed10 said the lady2 8having been prepared for nothing more than the flippant inanities we usually hear from itinerant lecturers4 ,this gentleman is an orator--one that would draw crowds among the most intellectual communities in the country4 ,the subject was so hackneyed1 that to announce it appeared ridiculous2 but he treated it like a statesman1 and made it really imposing by evidences of original thought and profound information40 ,she was interrupted by the object of her remarks entering the room--and after he had taken his seat at the table1 she turned and remarked to him1 with respectful complaisance1 8you had a large and very attentive auditory last night1 sir40 ,the stranger bowed and returned1 8,i was surprised to find an assemblage so numerous and respectable1 and had every reason to be flattered by their reception40 8,i have no doubt you entertained them exceedingly10 interposed ,sutton2 8you did very well1 very well1 indeed2 for a plain country audience1 nothing could have suited them better4 ,i suppose you consider yourself as having made quite a speculation2 at fifty cents a head the receipts must have been considerable40 ,miss ,thompson glanced at him with a look of irritation1 which1 however1 changed to one of merriment at the comic stare of the itinerant1 his only answer4 ,just then there was a bustle in the entry1 and the landlord was heard saying in a tone of expostulation--8,the gentleman is at his breakfast1 sir2 have a little patience1 and1 no doubt1 he will satisfy you afterwards4 ,the other boarders are all at the table1 and it would only cause a confusion40 8,so much the better10 returned a stentorian voice2 8let me in1 sir1 or you shall be exposed for harboring a swindler20 and a formidable-looking person1 large of size and exceeding fierce of countenance1 entered4 ,he was accompanied by ,mr4 ,smith of the rival house1 who designated the lecturer1 and striding up to him1 he exclaimed1 in a strong ,connecticut accent1 8,so1 sir6 you are the gentleman that entertained this community last evening with a lecture on the #8,genius of the ,american ,people2' you are ,azariah ,chowders1 are you80 8,i sir8--by no means6 ,i rejoice in quite a different appellation40 8,no sir1--,i myself am ,azariah ,chowders1 and ,i hereby pronounce you an impudent imposter4 ,i demand to know1 sir1 how you could dare to avail yourself of my name and well-earned reputation to deliver a spurious lecture and rob the pockets of a large audience80 8,from several reasons1 sir4 ,in the first place1 to relieve the solicitude of that gentleman1 ,mr4 ,smith40 8,that shall not serve you6 your flagitious conduct1--0 8,pray hear me out1 sir6 secondly1 as he assured me a number of persons would be disappointed if they should not hear a lecture--common philanthropy--0 8,a benevolent youth1 upon my word60 laughed ,mr4 ,chowders in derision2 8,i'll not listen40 8,then for my third and last reason1--how could ,i resist such a capital opportunity for showing off8 ,a gentleman of your aspiring disposition should not be too severe upon the ambition of others4 ,i had no fame of my own to procure me a welcome1 and as there was no claimant for yours1--0 8,young man1 you had better confess the truth at once6 you could not resist the temptation of pocketing the dollars which you know would be collected on my credit4 ,i shall have redress1 sir--there are such things as indictments for swindling40 8,my good sir6 you certainly would not menace me with anything so terrific6 remember how much labor ,i have taken off your hand1--the exertion of your brain and lungs1 besides securing for you every cent of the admittance fees4 ,landlord1 oblige me by bringing here the handkerchief which ,i requested you last night to deposit in your desk40 ,the host of the ,eagle complied with alacrity1 and the young stranger unrolling his handkerchief1 displayed a collection of notes and silver1 particularly inviting in these hard times4 ,the sight of it mollified the assailant at once4 8,here1 sir10 said the other1 8you have the emoluments of the lecture just as they were placed in my hands by the gentleman beside you1 ,mr4 ,smith4 ,my worthy host will be my voucher that ,i have not seen it since2 and ,i think ,i may be equally confident that it has lost nothing by being in his possession4 ,i beg pardon if ,i have incommoded you by presuming to supply your place2 but ,i hope your friend1 ,mr4 ,smith1 will do me the justice of attributing it in part to his mistake and solicitations40 8,willingly10 said ,mr4 ,smith2 8and in explanation of my share of the business1 it originated from a remark made by that gentleman10 nodding towards ,mr4 ,sutton4 ,mr4 ,chowder1 with some accession of graciousness1 remarked that an accident to his carriage had caused the delay on his part1 and he condescended to add1 that it was well enough some one had been found to entertain the company in his stead4 8,you are lenient1 sir10 said the offender1 8and1 in return1 ,i give you my word that ,i shall never again attempt to win a laurel leaf in your name4 ,the audience shall be undeceived1 and all the opprobrium of my presuming to represent your oratorical abilities shall rest on myself4 ,at present1 ,i have no other security to offer than my name1 which1 however1 ,i hope will prevent similar mistakes for the future10 and he glanced at ,sutton2 8it is ,norman ,oakley1 and my occupation is that of an artist1--a painter10 and the visiters retired4 8,rather a ferocious gentleman1 that ,mr4 ,azariah ,chowders10 said ,wallis who1 with ,miss ,thompson had witnessed the scene1 much to their amusement4 8,quite10 returned the painter1 resuming his natural manner2 8though ,i had prepared myself for a much stronger demonstration of it2--perhaps1 because ,i felt that ,i deserved it4 ,he could not have been more surprised at finding himself counterfeited than ,i was on presenting myself in your lecture-room4 ,i had expected to meet with some little literary society1 or association for mutual improvement1 such as are common in your villages1 and assented to the importunity of the committee-man without explaining the mistake1 in expectation that ,i might have some diversion of my own from it4 ,when ,i found an assemblage of the whole community1 ,i felt inclined1 through respect for them1 to make an explanation and withdraw2 but1 on second thought1 concluded that as ,i had gone so far1 ,i might as well remain and do my best to afford them a little entertainment40 8,why1 that brown-holland chap seemed to think he would elevate himself a peg by letting us know that he is a painter2--,i should like to know how much more elegant it is to stroll about painting than peddling or lecturing10 said ,mr4 ,sutton to ,wallis1 when they had left the table2 8but that ,miss ,thompson is an astonishingly handsome girl2 what a complexion she has6--what eyes and what teeth6--what a sensation she would make in society--that is1 if she had a fortune and somebody to show her off60 8,you had better offer her yours1 and engage in the service yourself10 said ,wallis4 8,money for money1--#8like loves like2' it is a generally received opinion among us that a good-looking fellow1 fashionable and well connected1 is an equivalent for a woman with fifty thousand dollars any day4 ,if he has a fortune1 she should be worth dollar for dollar besides4 ,i don't know what this ,miss ,thompson is1 so ,i believe ,i'll wait till ,valeria ,north comes along40 8,valeria ,north6 why1 my dear fellow1 she would annihilate you60 returned ,wallis1 and he thought to himself1 8this is the most ridiculous jackanapes ,i have ever met with2 if ,i must be bored with his acquaintance1 ,i'll have a little fun with him20 and he added in a significant tone1 8,i thought there was some sort of magnetism by which you people of fashion found each other out4 ,is it possible you have not seen into ,miss ,thompson yet8 ,between ourselves she is as great an heiress as ,miss ,north40 8,you don't say so6--well1 she looks as if she deserved to be4 ,come1 ,wallis1 introduce me1 and ,miss ,north may go to the dickens40 8,i am sorry ,i can't oblige you2 but as ,i have merely talked to ,miss ,thompson1 myself1 as a fellow-boarder1 ,i am not privileged to introduce a stranger40 8,no matter1 we men of the world can manage such things4 ,they are in that room1 aren't they8 and by good luck ,cupidon has sneaked in4 ,i'll go after him40 8,i beg pardon1 ladies1 if ,i intrude10 said he bowing2 8but my dog--0 8,not at all1 sir1 this is the common parlor of the house10 returned ,mrs4 ,thompson1 quietly1 and scarcely looking up from her work4 ,thus happily possessed of the freedom of the room1 ,mr4 ,sutton turned over some books on a table1 and at length remarked1 when he had caught the eye of ,miss ,thompson1 8,these country villages are monstrously tiresome to persons accustomed to a city life40 8,are they80 said she1 and looked again on her book4 8,they say that ,saratoga is unusually thronged this year10 he resumed after a pause2 8,i had the pleasure of meeting with a young lady of your name there last summer2--indeed1 ,i had quite a flirtation with her2 perhaps she was a relation of yours--the daughter of old ,general ,thompson of ,virginia40 8,not in the least10 said the young lady4 8,judge ,thompson1 of one of the ,new ,england states1 was there1 at the same time1 with his daughters4 ,very elegant girls all of them1--quite belles4 ,they are of a different family1--perhaps of yours80 8,no sir1 they are not10 returned ,miss ,thompson1 impatiently giving her reticule a swing1 which raised ,cupidon off his feet1 that important character having laid siege to the tassels4 8,laissez aller1 ,cupidon6 a thorough-bred ,parisian animal1 ,miss1--he does not understand a word of ,english4 ,he was a keepsake from a particular friend of mine1 ,baron ,mont ,tonnre4 ,you may have met with the baron2 he was quite a lion among our lite8 ,by the by1 a ,miss ,thompson came very near being the baroness1--she was one of the ,thomas ,thompsons of ,new ,york40 ,no reply4 8,one of the best families in the country1--the same as the ,b4 ,b4 ,thompsons of ,philadelphia1 the ,brown ,thompsons of ,charleston1 and the ,thoroughgood ,thompsons of ,boston40 8,you seem quite au fait to the ,thompsons20 said the elder lady2 and turning to her daughter1 they resumed a conversation1 which he had interrupted1 about the lecture and the lecturer1 ,miss ,thompson expressing a wish to see some of his productions1 and her confidence that a person of his evidently cultivated taste must possess merit as a painter4 ,mr4 ,sutton1 as is common with vain people1 drawing his conclusions from his own practice1 presumed1 of course1 that all their fine talking was specially aimed at his favor1 and when the younger lady1 in return for his occasional interpositions1 gave him a disdainful glance of her full black eyes1 he admired her art in displaying their brilliancy4 ,the garden of the inn commanded one of the loveliest views among the finest river scenery in our country1 an exquisite combination of glassy water1 little green islets1 hills of every variety of form1 and mountains1 rising one behind another till their outlines grew almost imperceptible in the distance4 ,this1 in the light of a magnificent sunset caught the eye of the young painter from a little summer-house in which he had been reading1 and he hastened to his room for his portfolio4 ,on his return he commenced sketching with such intentness that he did not perceive that ,miss ,thompson had taken possession of his former post1 until she addressed him with the remark1 8,you have a most admirable subject for your pencil before you1 sir40 8,beautiful1 beautiful60 returned he1 warmly2 8,i never have beheld anything in this order of scenery to surpass it1 though1 indeed1 this glorious river presents1 in its whole course1 a panorama of views so varied and each so perfect1 that it is difficult to decide upon any one as claiming the strongest admiration4 ,i have been tracing it for several months1 my store of sketches accumulating every day1 and the larger number of them such as would require the hand of a master to do them justice4 ,i sometimes almost despair1 and feel inclined to abandon my art from the difficulties ,i find in attempting not to disgrace my subjects1--such as these for instance1--they may be familiar to you40 ,he laid before her several sketches1 and1 observing1 with evident pleasure1 her expression of admiration he continued1--8,this and this ,i have finished in oil1 if it will afford you any amusement1 ,i shall bring them down40 ,she assented with thanks and the pictures were produced4 ,she scanned them over and over again1 as if not new to connoisseurship1 and when she turned her eyes to the painter from his work1 they sparkled with delight that brought a flush to his face4 8,there is a view which you cannot yet have found20 said she1 8one but a few minutes walk from here4 ,i would rather see it on canvass1 if executed in the spirit of these1 than any ,claude ,i have ever heard of6--when you have seen it ,i am confident you will undertake it4 ,will you let me point it out to you80 ,the painter cast upon her one of those quick1 searching looks that belong to the profession1 and was so struck with the intellectual beauty of her glowing and earnest face1 that he forgot to reply4 8,in this gorgeous sunset it must be magnificent beyond imagination10 she continued1 catching up a bonnet beside her2 8if we hurry we shall yet have time to see it4 ,will you go now80 ,he merely bowed1 without any common-places about 8the pleasure0 or the 8happiness10 and laying down his portfolio1 he closed the door of the edifice to secure his property1 and set off beside her4 8,well1 what did you think of ,miss ,thompson80 asked ,wallis of ,mr4 ,sutton the next morning4 8,she has splendid black eyes1 and how well she knows it too6 but she is quite too shy1--,i couldn't draw her out40 8,she was talking fast enough to ,mr4 ,oakley1 last evening1--,i saw them walking together40 8,did you60 exclaimed ,sutton1 in surprise4 8,yes1 and if you don't take care1 he'll spoil your flirtation before you get it rightly underweigh4 ,he is as handsome a fellow as ever ,i saw1 and as gentlemanlike40 ,sutton glanced down at himself4 8,oh1 ,i don't mind such things20 said he magnanimously2 8indeed1 ,i should rather give her credit for encouraging the young man4 ,it is fashionable now to patronise such people4 ,i intend to give him something to do myself1 particularly as it will gratify the young lady4 ,she expressed a wish yesterday to see some of his work1 and ,i promised her to employ him on myself4 ,do you paint portraits1 ,mr4 ,o-,oakton8--that ,i believe is the province of country artists20 he added to the painter who had presented himself4 8,sometimes ,i do1--when ,i find a face worth painting40 8,of course1 of course2--,i have just been saying that ,i intend to get you to take mine4 ,it may be of some service in getting you into business here4 ,i hope you will not bore me by making me sit often4 ,when can you begin80 8,any time1--now if you choose1--it won't require long to take you off4 ,i have my portfolio at hand1 and can do it at once4 ,take this seat40 8,my father10 pursued the dandy2 8is noted as a patron of the fine arts4 ,he1 however1 seldom employs young artists1 as they don't yield him the worth of his money4 ,he says that after a painter gets up to a hundred dollars a head for portraits1 or for a square yard of other things1 he thinks he may trust him1 as his productions may then be supposed to be good4 ,he had the ceilings of his drawing-rooms frescoed by ,monachisi1 which was very expensive1 and1 besides1 he has employed several other of the popular artists20 giving an enumeration which1 in accuracy1 scarcely fell short of that by the erudite hero of ,fielding--8,ammyconni1 ,paul ,varnish1 ,cannibal ,scratchi1 and ,hogarthi40 8,please to shut your mouth1 sir20 said the ,painter4 8,now1 don't make a fright of me20 resumed ,mr4 ,sutton2 8try your best1 and ,i may1 very probably1 give you another job4 ,how would you like to paint ,miss ,thompson for me8--when she gets over her shyness ,i'll propose it to her1 if you succeed in this4 ,she is a confounded pretty girl1 don't you think so8--quite as handsome as some of the portraits in the ,book of ,beauty10-- 8,keep your mouth shut1 if you please40 ,the picture proposed by ,miss ,thompson was commenced1 and whether it was from the excellence of the subject1 or the eloquence of her suggestions1 the painter exerted upon it his best ability4 ,their mutual interest in it was a bond of acquaintance which strengthened as the work proceeded1 and every day developed some new qualities in each1 which could not have failed to endow their intercourse with attraction4 ,he was a noble young man1 altogether1--full of talent1 generous feelings and high-toned principles2 and of a buoyant1 mirthful spirit and powers of adapting himself to circumstances so rarely found with lofty intellect and so delightful when they accompany it4 ,his fair companion was not less richly endowed by nature and education1 but it was only by those who could appreciate the stronger points of her character that she would have been equally admired4 ,these perpetually exhibiting themselves in an ardent enjoyment of every thing beautiful in thought1 sentiment or the external world1 and in an intrepid scorn of any thing like vanity1 selfishness or insincerity1 gave her manners a cast that among the conventional world would have denounced her as 8odd10 yet there was a grace in her energy1 that1 to those who understood her1 made it an additional charm4 ,in short1 they might have had a multiplicity of excuses1 if they had chosen to fall in love with each other1 but of this there were no indications4 ,they walked together with perfect freedom1 entirely careless or unconscious of remark2 and they talked together1 appearing pleased if they agreed in opinions1 or if they differed1 opposing each other with equal firmness and politeness4 ,their deportment was without coquetry on her part and without gallantry on his4 ,all they knew of each other was that he was a painter and a very gifted one1 and that she was a very fascinating ,miss ,thompson4 ,meanwhile1 ,mr4 ,sutton's flirtation with1 or rather at our heroine1 for he had it all to himself1 was in active progress4 ,he made himself intolerable by the airs and graces he assumed1 to recommend himself to her favor4 ,he never tied his cravat1 nor wrapped a papillote without a design upon her heart4 ,he followed her about the garden1 paying the most vapid compliments1 or1 intruding into the parlor1 while she and her mother were reading1 amused them with 8easie sighs which men do breathe in love40 ,she attempted at first to repel him with witty sarcasms1 but that1 as ,wallis remarked1 8was like ,queen ,christina shooting at a fly--his apprehension was so small it could scarcely be hit40 ,she darted contempt at him from her bright black eyes1 and curled her lip in the most unequivocal fashion1 but that only made her look prettier1 and he could see no deeper4 ,she essayed a plain rebuff1 but he thought it a capital joke4 ,it never entered his head that ,mr4 ,bromwell ,sutton could be any thing but irresistible to a ,miss ,thompson4 ,to get rid of him1 she at last found entirely out of the question1 and wearied of her efforts1 she concluded to let him take his own course4 ,this passiveness seemed to him so encouraging1 that one day he was on the point of making a declaration and was only prevented by the dinner-bell4 ,towards the artist he continued his patronizing condescension1 with a not unfrequent interlude of actual incivility1 which1 to the surprise even of ,miss ,thompson1 that gentleman passed over with unresisting composure4 ,on the present occasion the latter variation predominated1 and after they had left the table1 ,miss ,thompson remarked 8,i wonder ,mr4 ,oakley1 at your patience in submitting to the impertinences of that popinjay60 8,you would not have me challenge him80 said the painter4 8,that would be rather too heroic1--your position is as defenceless as my own4 ,these 8gentlemen's sons60--if ,i were a man1 there is no reproach ,i should dread1 more than being called one of them60 8,rather a sweeping condemnation10 said the artist1 smiling2 8but ,i think ,i have prepared a revenge that will reach the specimen before us20 and having perceived the subject of their remarks approaching from the summer-house1 he called to him1 8,will you step here1 for a moment1 ,mr4 ,sutton80 8,i can't--,i haven't time20 said ,sutton1 hurrying on1 and they both noticed in him marks of much perturbation4 8,your portrait is finished1 and ,i wish you to see it20 persisted ,oakley4 ,his portrait was too closely connected with himself1 not to have influenced him under any circumstances1 and1 accordingly1 he stopped while the painter left the room for it1 calling1 as he did so1 8,mr4 ,wallis--landlord--gentlemen1--,i wish to have your opinion of ,mr4 ,sutton's portrait2 oblige me by coming into the parlor40 ,they complied and the picture1 which was of a miniature size1 was placed in the proper light4 ,miss ,thompson gave it a single glance1 and burst into an apparently irrepressible laugh4 ,mrs4 ,thompson1 regarding her with much surprise1 drew up her eyes1 and stooped forward to examine it1 and then1 though she gave her daughter and the artist a deprecating look1 she also turned away to conceal a smile4 ,wallis turned first to the picture1 then to ,sutton1 and then to ,cupidon1 and made no effort to restrain his mirth1 in which he was joined by the party of spectators who had accompanied him4 ,every one perceived that it was a correct likeness of ,sutton in features1 while the expression was strikingly that of the little poodle4 ,the dandy himself could not fail to recognize it1 and looked around him1 pale with wrath and mortification1 bestowing the fiercest of his looks on ,miss ,thompson4 8,you don't tell me what you think of my performance1 ,mr4 ,sutton10 said ,oakley1 with much gravity4 8,i'll not bear your insults1 sir60 exclaimed ,sutton at length2 8,i'll not tolerate your libellous insolence6--what do you mean1 sir8--what do you mean80 8,insults6 ,i'll leave it to this company if ,i have not succeeded admirably6 it reflects you as a mirror60 8,i'll not put up with it6 ,i'll not pay you a cent2 ,i'll leave it on your hands1 and we'll see who'll have the best of the joke60 8,do sir60 said the artist2 8it will be then my property1 and ,i can do what ,i please with it6 ,i'll put it up in some exhibition labelled with your name60 8,your station protects you sir60 he resumed2 8if you were not beneath my vengeance1 you should answer for this1 but a gentleman can1 with honor1 only demand satisfaction of his equals1--therefore you are safe6 ,landlord10 he added with an assumption of dignified composure2 8make out my bill2 ,i'll go instantly to the other house2--you must be taught that a gentleman cannot patronize an establishment where he is liable to be insulted by any scrub that frequents it60 and again looking daggers at ,miss ,thompson1 who had not ceased laughing1 he left the room4 ,in truth1 had it not been for the almost insupportable ridicule that accompanied it1 ,mr4 ,sutton would have rejoiced in the excuse to leave the house1 from a discovery that he had just made4 ,after dinner1 while in quest of ,miss ,thompson1 who was at that time in conversation with ,oakley1 he had strolled into the summer-house1 and found a letter on the floor4 ,it was without direction1 and though closed1 not sealed1 and more through blindness than curiosity he opened it4 ,to his dismay it commenced thus3 8,my dear1 dear ,miss ,north--,how can ,i give you any idea of the gratitude ,i feel for the last and greatest of your many kindnesses2 you have made me so happy that ,i have not words to express myself1 and not only me1 but my dear mother1 who says that you have done her more good than could have been effected by a whole college of physicians1 for her health1 at the prospect of a pleasant home1 and freedom from incessant mental labour1 begins already to come back again4 ,we have given up our school1 and are preparing to act upon the arrangements you have made for us4 ,i have received a delightfully kind letter from your uncle1--he begs me to consider him as mine2 in which he says he will come for us very soon1 and requests me to enclose any communication for you to him4 ,he speaks flatteringly of the satisfaction our company will give him while you are on your travels beyond the ,atlantic4 ,he little knows how impossible it will be to supply your place60 etc4 etc4 ,sutton read no more4 ,it was signed ,l4 ,thompson1 and that was sufficient4 ,he unconsciously thrust the letter into his pocket1 and hurried to the house4 ,how was he to back out8--it now struck him that less importance could be attached to his actions by others than himself1 and he grew nervous at the thought of how he had committed himself3--that he had paid the most unequivocal attentions to--a schoolmistress6 ,the artist's triumph indeed relieved him on that score1 but a new sting was planted1 and a more miserable dandy was1 perhaps1 not that day in existence1 than ,bromwell ,sutton when he applied for lodgings at the ,g---- ,hotel4 8,our work is finished at last60 said the painter1 a few days after this happy riddance1 bringing down the piece1 which had afforded them so much enjoyment1 for the inspection of ,miss ,thompson4 ,she was gathering up some books from the parlor tables with a thoughtful and pensive countenance4 8,then ,i must take a #8last lingering look' at it10 returned she2 8,i may never see it nor its original again40 ,oakley looked at her anxious and inquiringly1 and she continued1 8,we leave here to-day2 an unexpected letter reached us this morning1 urging us to be ready at any hour40 8,and what am ,i to do without you80 asked the artist1 in a very natural and love-like way1 and he followed the question with a short oration1 unnecessary to repeat4 ,but before he had finished it1 a carriage stopped at the door1 and in half a minute an elderly gentleman presented himself in the entry4 8,my uncle60 exclaimed ,miss ,thompson1 running forward to conceal her confusion1 and the old gentleman1 after kissing her heartily1 said quickly1 8,are you ready1 my dear8 ,where's your mamma8 ,i hope you have your trunks packed1 as ,i have hardly a minute to allow you4 ,i have urgent business awaiting me at home1 and have only been able to fulfil my engagement to come for you1 by travelling with all the speed possible4 ,quick--tell your mother1 and put on your things40 ,to the disappointment of her suitor1 she ran up stairs1 while the old gentleman busied himself in seeing the trunks secured behind the carriage4 ,but immediately1 with her mother1 she came down1 fully equipped1 and while the old lady was shaking hands with the uncle1 she had an opportunity to give him a single look1 which one was sufficient3 8,good bye1 ,mr4 ,wallis10 said she holding out her hand in passing him1 8we have been such good friends1 that ,i feel very sorry to part with you40 8,where shall ,i find you80 asked ,oakley1 in a low voice4 ,she slipped a card into his hand as he assisted her into the carriage1 and was driven away4 ,he looked at the card4 8,valeria ,north1 ,b----10 he exclaimed2 8,is it possible60 8,yes--didn't you know that before80 said ,wallis1 8and that old gentleman is the celebrated jurist ,judge ,north4 ,when ,sutton finds it out1 he'll be more fretted than he was at the portrait4 ,she is a charming girl1 isn't she8 ,i recognized her the minute she arrived1 having had a glimpse of her before she left the ,springs last summer1 but as she seemed to wish to be quiet1 and to escape attention1 it was not my business to blab4 ,i'll go up to ,smith's and have some fun with ,sutton40 ,he walked up street1 and the artist commenced preparations for an immediate departure4 8,why ,sutton10 said ,wallis1 when he reached the room of that personage2 8what possessed you to fly off1 the other day1 with such terrible frowns at the pretty girl you had been courting so long8 ,it was outrageous1 and what is the worst1 you can't have a chance to make it up1--she left town to-day1 for good40 8,did she8--a pleasant journey to her60 said ,sutton1 brightening up astonishingly4 8,what6--she jilted you1 did she80 8,she6 ,i found her out in good time for that6--though if it had not been for a lucky accident1 ,i might have got myself into a confounded scrape2 it would have been a fine mess1 if ,i had been deceived into proposing to a schoolmistress60 8,schoolmistress6--what do you mean80 8,why1 look here--you were a pretty sap to suppose her an heiress1 and to make me believe it3--read this--,i found it by chance1 and1 somehow1 it got into my pocket40 ,he handed the letter to ,wallis1 who1 after looking over it1 remarked1 8,i see nothing to the contrary in that4 ,i suppose it came enclosed in an envelope from her uncle4 ,can it be possible that you presumed she had written instead of received it6 ha6 ha60 ,the mystified dandy gave him a stare4 8,and you never suspected that it was ,miss ,north whose acquaintance you cut so cavalierly6 ,it was1 positively2--she gave her card to ,mr4 ,oakley before she went away40 8,i don't believe it6--why would she call herself ,thompson80 8,she didn't call herself ,thompson--that was inferred to be her name1 as it was her mother's4 ,i recollect very well of hearing at ,saratoga that the old lady had had two husbands4 ,the last was a ,mr4 ,thompson4 ,what an opportunity you have lost of making one of the greatest matches in the country60 8,it was all the fault of that rascally painter10 said ,sutton1 in much vexation2 8,i had commenced declaring myself the very day he excited me by his abominable caricature1 and if it had not been for that ,i would have had an explanation40 8,i would make him repent it1 if ,i were you--,i'd challenge him40 8,but1 you know that's out of the question--a gentleman degrades himself by challenging an inferior10 and he walked up and down the room in great agitation4 8,and then about that letter--does she know you found it80 8,no1 no--,i'm perfectly safe there--you won't tell1 will you8 ,after all1 it is not yet too late to make it up4 ,i can go after her to ,b----2 she will1 no doubt1 take it as a compliment to be followed1 and1 you know1 it will be in my favor that ,i was so devoted before ,i knew who she was1 won't it8 ,you might be of great service to me1 my dear fellow10 he added1 thinking to prevent ,wallis from informing on him by making him his ally2 8you have been in my confidence and knew how much ,i was smitten with her4 ,she is1 perhaps1 offended by my desertion1 and if you would go along1 as she has a particular regard for you1 you might help to effect a reconciliation4 ,if you'll go1 ,i'll pay your expenses40 ,wallis1 who had no objection to take a trip and see the end of the comedy1 on such easy terms1 replied1 8,anything to oblige you1 if you can wait two or three weeks4 ,i have particular business on hands now1 but when ,i am through with it1 ,i'll go with pleasure40 ,sutton was obliged to submit to the delay1 and in due time they arrived at ,b----4 ,after arranging their dress1 they sallied out to make inquiry about ,miss ,north1 when an acquaintance of ,sutton encountered them1 and stopped them for a talk4 ,while they stood in the street1 an elegantly dressed young man passed them1 and looking back1 in a familiar voice saluted ,wallis4 ,it was ,oakley4 8,how do you do1 ,mr4 ,sutton--happy to see you10 said he1 turning towards them1 and saluting ,sutton with a very low bow4 ,the dandy returned a nod1 and the painter having ascertained their lodgings1 proceeded on his way4 8,what a remarkably fine looking fellow that is10 said ,sutton's acquaintance2 8,i should have been pleased if you had introduced me40 8,oh he is not such an acquaintance as one introduces--,i have merely patronized him a little as a strolling painter40 8,norman ,oakley6--are you not under a mistake8 ,he is the son of one of the wealthiest gentlemen in ,new ,england--a very highly gifted young man--a finished orator--a fine amateur painter--in every respect an admirable and enviable fellow4 ,by the by1 it is said there is a recent engagement between him and our belle par excellence1 ,miss ,north4 ,she has been travelling through different parts of the country1 preparatory to making a tour in ,europe1 and1 this summer1 they met accidentally somewhere and fell in love1 quite ignorant of anything relating to each other but mutual personal attractions--so the story goes4 ,they are to be married shortly1 so that the lady may have the pleasure of a legal protector for her ,atlantic trip40 ,sutton could bear no more1 and1 excusing himself1 he hurried back to the hotel at such a rate that ,wallis1 finding it difficult to keep up with him1 strolled off in another direction4 ,when they met again the disappointed lover was prepared for a retreat homeward4 8,come1 ,sutton1 that would be outrageous60 said ,wallis2 8you ought to have a settlement with ,oakley1 now that you find he is fully on a level with yourself60 8,i wouldn't dirty my fingers with him--,i wouldn't let the mynx know that ,i thought her worth fighting about2 for they would be sure to attribute it to that1 instead of to the picture4 ,i am off1 forthwith4 ,do you go back to ,g----80 8,yes1 in a few days--but1 the fact is1 ,i met ,oakley again1 after you had left me1 and got an invitation to the wedding4 ,he said he would take me to see ,miss ,north this evening if ,i wished it1 but ,i declined1 on the plea that ,i would be only in the way4 ,but he said there was a charming little girl there1 ,miss ,thompson--a relative of ,valeria's step-father1 who would appropriate my company1 if ,i pleased4 ,from his remarking that she is to remain with the judge after the departure of his niece1 ,i presumed her to be the writer of the letter in your possession4 ,apropos of that letter--he questioned me as to whether you had found it1 and hinted that ,miss ,north intended it for your hands1 knowing the effect it would have on you1 from your aversion to poverty1 low caste1 c41 that she even tore off the date to mislead you the more easily--hand it here till we see if that is true40 ,sutton deigned no reply1 and before ,wallis was ready for his evening visit1 he had travelled the first fifty miles of his journey homeward4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,olden ,,deities4 ,open thy gate1 oh1 ,past6-- ,a mighty train ,comes sweeping onward from its spectral clime1 ,august and king-like6 ,lo6 from out the ,main ,one rears aloft a port and brows sublime1 ,yet faded much with tearful wo and time2 ,and one with lightnings quivering in his hand1 ,and eye that speaks the thunder of command1 ,walks steadfastly1 and1 seeming as in ire1 ,he lists attentively a harper1 who1 ,bending above the bright chords of a lyre1 ,tells how neglect from certain era grew ,in mortal breasts t'wards the ,olympian ,sire4 ,i hail ye ,gods6 ,your reign1 though haply brief1 ,showed that poor man at least had some belief4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,russian ,,revenge4 ,,translated ,,from ,,the ,,french4 ,,by ,,esther ,,wetherald4 ,a tragical occurrence1 which1 from its singular and romantic circumstances1 would lead one to believe that the men of northern ,russia are as susceptible of the tender passion1 and as revengeful when disappointed1 as those of more southern climes1 recently caused a great sensation at ,novogorod4 ,instead of giving a cold recital of facts1 we will place before the reader the depositions of those concerned2 thus making him acquainted with the details of the crime1 and also with the judicial forms of that country in criminal cases4 ,there1 all is decided from the depositions without pleading4 ,these we are about to lay before you are remarkable for their simplicity and precision1 having been taken by a man of uncommon ability1 ,mr4 ,polechko1 ,captain ,isprawnik of the ,district1 ,oustiaje4 ,he is an old officer of dragoons1 but having lost a limb in the battle of ,smolensk1 he entered into the civil service1 and has since acquired a handsome fortune4 ,report addressed to ,m4 ,polechko1 ,captain ,isprawnik1 of the ,district of ,oustiaje1 by ,mikita ,muranow1 ,mayor of the village of ,trehmiria4 8,on the #bjth of ,april1 #ahci1 ,nadiejda ,yakovlevna1 daughter of ,yakov ,osipovitch1 fisherman of ,trehmiria1 came to my house in tears3 she was in such great distress that ,i could only learn from her1 that an assassination had been committed at the village4 ,i went with her to her father's1 and there ,i found extended upon a bed1 a man1 pale and livid1 nearly cold1 but still breathing4 ,yakov and his wife were endeavoring to staunch the blood which flowed from his wounds4 ,on the floor beside the bed were his garments soaked with water4 ,the young girl could not attend to my questions1 so great was her emotions2 but ,yakov told me that his daughter had gone out before daylight to withdraw the sweep-nets which at this season are placed along the isles and shores of the ,volga4 ,the fisherman himself was engaged in spreading nets by the light of a lantern1 when he heard cries1 and recognized the voice of his daughter4 ,he ran along the shore1 and thought he saw in the dim twilight1 a large boat passing down the river with all the rapidity of the current4 ,a moment afterwards his daughter's boat approached the shore1 and in it was a man1 whom she had taken from the water in a state of insensibility4 ,after having carried him to his cabin1 he recognized in him1 ,ivan ,semenov1 cornet in the regiment of the lancers of ,archanguelk1 who1 two years before1 had been quartered in this village4--,this is what ,i have learned from the fisherman4 8,ivan ,semenov's wounds are so numerous and deep1 that ,i can scarcely dare to hope he will be alive when you reach this place4--,please to bring a physician with you40 ,report of ,nicolas ,peterowitch ,polechko1 ,captain ,isprawnik of the ,district of ,oustiaje1 to the chancery of the ,governor of ,novogorod4 8,i arrived on the night of the #bjth of ,april1 at the village of ,trehmiria1 with the physician of the district1 ,m4 ,frants ,frantsovitch1 ,mayor2 we found in the cabin of the fisherman1 ,yakov ,osipovitch1 ,m4 ,ivan ,prokovitch ,semenov1 lately a cornet in the regiment of ,archanguelk4 ,he had received fifteen wounds1 but the physician assured me they were not mortal1 and that he would certainly recover4 ,the wounded man told me that his assassins were ,paul ,ivanovitch ,hortinja1 quarter-master1 and ,pierre ,alexiecivitch ,tsaryna1 soldier in the regiment of the lancers of ,archanguelk4 ,at the time he was wounded1 the ,cornet ,semenov was on his way to ,rybinsk1 in a boat which belonged to his father1 and which was loaded with linen4 8,i left the physician with the wounded man1 and without losing a moment1 hastened to ,rybinsk4 ,there1 aided by the police1 ,i sought out the assassins1 one of whom1 the quarter-master1 ,hortinja1 was known to me4 ,at the wharf ,i learned that a boat1 laden with linen1 and having two men on board1 arrived that morning1 the #bast of ,april2 and that the cargo was shortly afterwards sold to an ,armenian merchant of ,astracan4 ,i then proceeded to the residence of the buyer1 ,jerome ,smilabej1 who confessed that he had bought the linen1 which was worth #bj1jjj roubles1 for #aj1jjj--that he had this day paid #d1jjj and was to pay the other #f1jjj on the #ast of ,may at ,astracan4 ,i did not place much confidence in what he told me1 for ,i knew this race of merchants were liars1 and that they encouraged and protected crime when they expected to profit by it4 ,besides1 ,i observed considerable embarrassment on his countenance4 ,i then asked him where the linen was8 ,he said he had despatched it to ,astracan4 8#8,impossible6' observed ,i4 #8,you bought it this morning1 and the steamboat does not go until to-morrow4' 8,he said he had sent it on in the same boat1 having bought it with the cargo4 8#8,and what rowers did you employ8' asked ,i4 8,he turned pale1 and stammered1 #8,i employed the same who brought it here4' 8,at this reply1 ,i seized him by the collar1 threatening to conduct him to the police office1 when1 suddenly1 the door of the room in which we were1 opened1 and a man rushed upon me1 poignard in hand4 ,i recognized ,hortinja1 and drew my sword to parry his blows4 ,i also placed myself between him and the door1 crying a #8murderer6 an assassin6' ,fortunately for me1 the ,armenian1 instead of trying to aid ,hortinja1 hid himself under the bed4 ,the men of the house soon came to my assistance1 but it was some time before we could disarm and bind the assassin4 ,in the struggle he wounded three men besides myself4 ,i bear three marks of his steel upon my breast4 8,after securing ,hortinja1 we drew the ,armenian from under the bed1 and he then confessed that the other accomplice was half a league from ,rybinsk with the boat1 waiting for his comrade4 ,i immediately sent for some of the police1 and ,tsaryna was arrested without offering any resistance40 ,,inquiry4 8,in consequence of an order from the ,imperial ,attorney1 ,i1 ,nicolas ,petrovitch ,polechko1 ,captain ,isprawnik of the ,district ,oustiaje1 went on the #bfth of the month to the village of ,trehmiria1 where ,i proceeded to the inquiry in the following order3 8,the first person ,i examined was ,ivan ,prokovitch ,semenov1 who declared himself to be #bh years of age1 son of ,prokop ,karlovitch ,semenov1 a merchant of ,kostroma1 who possessed a factory in that neighborhood1 where he manufactured much linen1 which formed the principal part of his commerce4 8,semenov entered the military service in #ahcj1 in the regiment of the ,lancers of ,archanguelk4 ,he was appointed cornet of the said regiment in #ahcf4 ,he commanded the second division of the third squadron1 in which ,hortinja was quarter-master1 and ,tsaryna a common soldier4 ,in #ahcf1 the division of ,cornet ,semenov was cantoned in the village of ,trehmiria4 ,in #ahcg1 he handed in his resignation that he might return home to his father4 ,on the #abth of ,november1 #ahch1 ,hortinja and ,tsaryna came to ,kostroma1 to the house of ,prokop ,semenov4 ,the former said he had left the army1 the latter that he had obtained a six months' leave of absence4 ,the ,cornet ,semenov welcomed them as old comrades4 ,he engaged ,hortinja in the service of his father1 and gave ,tsaryna a handsome present to enable him to pass the six months amongst his relations4 ,hortinja behaved so well that he gained the confidence of old ,semenov1 who sent him twice in the spring to ,rybinsk with linen4 ,after having sold the cargo and the boat1 he brought back the money with the greatest exactness4 ,on the #aeth of ,april1 another cargo of linen was ready to go to ,rybinsk1 and this time young ,semenov was to go with him to that city1 and from there make a voyage to ,astracan4 ,on the evening before their departure ,tsaryna arrived1 and as he had been a sailor before he entered the army1 he begged the ,cornet ,semenov to employ him instead of engaging another sailor1 telling him that it was time he was on his way to rejoin his regiment1 which he said was cantoned at ,novogorod-la-,grande4 ,semenov consented1 and set out next day in the boat with ,hortinja1 ,tsaryna1 a peasant sailor1 and a servant4 ,on the second day the sailor and servant were both taken so violently ill with the cholic1 that they were obliged to leave the boat and remain behind at the village of ,bahorka4 8,on the #aith1 ,semenov remarked that ,hortinja and ,tsaryna had secret conferences1 and seemed to be concerting something4 ,at night1 after having in vain tried to sleep1 he left the cabin and took a seat on the prow of the vessel4 ,he had scarcely done so when he saw a light at some distance1 and said to his companions1 8,my friends1 we are near ,trehmiria1 and ,i bet that is old ,yakov spreading his nets40 ,the two men did not reply1 and ,semenov continued 8,by ,god1 if the old fisherman's nets attracted fishes as well as the eyes of ,nadiejda did the lancers of ,archanguelk1 he would be rich in a short time40 ,hardly had he spoken these words when he was struck in the back with a knife4 ,he tried to turn round1 but was knocked down by his assassins4 ,he still struggled1 but was wounded repeatedly4 ,he called for assistance1 and thought he heard a voice which replied4 ,he was then thrown into the river4 ,this was all he remembered1 he could not tell how he got into the bark of ,nadiejda4 ,after the wounded man had given the above deposition1 ,i put to him the following questions3 ,q4 8,have you inflicted military punishment on ,hortinja and ,tsaryna80 ,r4 8,you know captain1 it is impossible to get along in the army without making use of the baton2 during the year of my command1 ,hortinja was beaten nine or ten times1 and ,tsaryna from forty to fifty1 but ,i never ordered more than a hundred blows of the baton at once2 so that the officers of the regiment laughed at my moderation1 and called me scholar1 and ,french officer40 ,q4 8,have you not excited the jealousy of some comrade80 ,r4 8,not that ,i am aware of40 ,q4 8,were you not acquainted with this ,nadiejda who saved your life80 ,r4 8,i knew her to be the most beautiful girl of ,trehmiria1 and of irreproachable virtue2 my lancers told me this1 ,hortinja one of the first4 ,i could not hope to have her for a mistress--and for a wife4--0 ,q4 8,that is sufficient4 ,knew you not that ,hortinja paid his court to her80 ,r4 8,i did not2 all the lancers found her beautiful and attractive40 ,q4 8,do you suffer much from your wounds80 ,r4 8,no1 captain1 ,i feel much better1 and hope ,i shall soon be well2 the guilty man's hand struck feebly1 therefore ,i hope he will not be punished severely40 ,thus closed the examination of ,semenov4 ,i then proceeded to that of the quarter-master ,hortinja4 ,paul ,ivanovitch ,hortinja was born in #aghg in the city of ,smolensk--entered the army in #ahjf in which he remained thirty-two years and a half--was quarter-master #ae years and four months4 ,he has made eighteen campaigns1 been engaged in forty-nine battles1 and a hundred and thirty-seven combats--has received the cross of ,saint ,george1 and five medals4 ,he left the service in the month of ,october #ahch4 ,his discharge and certificates give him a very high character4 ,q4 8,what cause had you for disliking ,cornet ,semenov80 ,r4 8,not any4 ,i always found him good and kind as a father4 ,i have said so to my soldiers4 ,we had no better officer40 ,q4 8,and what then caused you to commit so abominable a crime80 ,r4 8,o father6 7a common expression of the ,russian soldier7 my crime is abominable1 but harken1 ,i will tell you every thing4 ,i1 an old man--having attained my fiftieth year1 ,i loved for the first time--a child--this ,nadiejda2 ,i loved her as our fathers loved the glorious empress ,catharine 7here he made the sign of the cross47 ,i was quarter-master1 and had saved something--she was a poor peasant slave1 ,i wished to marry her1 and offered to buy her of her master ,count ,strogonof--,i was to pay him #ejj roubles4 ,her father consented to it1 but she refused me disdainfully1 without my being able to comprehend why4 ,in the mean time ,tsaryna came to see me1 and said1 thou art sorrowful comrade1 but thou should'st not be so4 ,nadiejda is the mistress of the cornet2 she is almost always at the house where he lodges2 this is well known--thou only appearest to doubt it4 ,my heart died within me at these words--my head turned round1 but ,i said nothing1 for the ,cornet ,semenov was my officer4 ,i began to watch ,nadiejda closely1 and ,i saw that she did often go to the house where he lodged4 ,i thought not then of revenge4 ,it was at this time that the cornet gave in his resignation1 and returned to ,kostroma4 ,i then saw the tears of ,nadiejda4 ,i saw that grief undermined her health and tarnished the lustre of her cheek1 but ,i loved her still4 ,a year passed thus--,i repeated my offer of marriage1 she refused me again1 and this time she told me she loved young ,semenov1 and swore she would never marry any one4 8,at this time ,tsaryna became my friend and confidant2 he represented the cornet as the seducer of this young girl1 and ,i resolved to avenge her4 ,i obtained my discharge--he1 his leave of absence1 and we went to ,kostroma4 8,the kind reception the cornet gave us1 joined to his confidence and frankness1 disarmed me1 and ,i determined to abandon my criminal project4 ,things were in this state1 when young ,semenov resolved to go to ,astracan4 ,tsaryna requested that he might fill the place of the second sailor1 and his request was complied with4 ,the evening before our departure he spoke to me of our old project--,i was angry--he praised the beauty of ,nadiejda--spoke to me of her misfortune--of my shame2 ,i said nothing1 but ,god only knows what infernal tortures my poor heart sustained2 7here he paused a moment in great emotion7 we set out2 on the second day of our navigation1 the first sailor and the servant were taken sick1 but as truly as ,i pray ,god to save my soul and pardon my crime1 ,i am ignorant of the cause of their malady4 ,i advised the cornet to employ another sailor1 but he thought it unnecessary1 for the navigation was easy and the current rapid4 8,tsaryna was constantly speaking to me of ,nadiejda2 when we came in sight of the village of ,trehmiria ,i was moved1 troubled1 and when the cornet spoke of her ,i was no longer master of myself1 ,i drew my knife and struck him40 ,q4 8,did you strike him once1 or several times80 ,r4 8,i do not know1 ,i had lost my reason40 ,q4 8,did ,tsaryna aid you to commit the crime80 ,r4 8,i cannot tell1 ,i only remember that he cried out4 ,some one is coming6 a bark1 a bark60 ,q4 8,and what did you do then80 ,r4 8,i was furious1 desperate1 distracted4 ,when the day dawned1 ,i saw the shores1 the river1 but ,i saw neither the cornet1 nor the village of ,trehmiria4 ,i wished to throw myself into the water1 but had not sufficient energy1 and suffered myself to be persuaded to live1 and seek my safety in flight40 ,q4 8,when you arrived at ,rybinsk1 how did you manage to sell your cargo so quickly80 ,r4 8,i knew ,jerome ,smilabej1 and to him ,i confided my crime4 ,he consented to save us1 provided we abandoned the cargo to him1 and he promised to arrange every thing for us1 and conduct us to a place of safety40 ,q4 8,why didst thou attack me80 ,r4 8,i had promised the ,armenian in case of unforeseen danger to defend his life as my own4 ,the moment of danger had come1 and ,i fulfilled my promise40 ,q4 8,thou sayest that ,tsaryna urged thee to commit crime1 and aided thee to execute it--that the ,armenian protected criminals1 and appropriated to himself wealth which did not belong to him80 ,r4 8,i neither denounce nor accuse any one4 ,i have spoken the truth4 ,i seek not to deny my crime nor to cast the consequences upon others4 ,i am a great criminal60 ,,examination ,,of ,,pierre ,,alexiecivitch ,,tsaryna1 ,,son ,,of ,a ,,citizen ,,of ,,kostroma4 ,he is thirty-two years of age2 entered the military service in #ahbh as a recruit in the lancers of ,archanguelk4 ,he denies any participation in the crime4 ,q4 8,yet you were the first to tell the quarter-master ,hortinja that a great intimacy existed between the ,cornet ,semenov and the girl ,nadiejda40 ,r4 8,i was joking when ,i said ,semenov and ,nadiejda were too intimate4 ,the quarter-master was wicked as the devil2 he pounded our very bones with the baton4 ,i revenged myself by contradicting his ridiculous passion for a girl young enough to be his grand-daughter40 ,q4 8,why did you rejoin ,hortinja at ,kostroma80 ,r4 8,i met him there by chance40 ,q4 8,and why did you choose to return at the time that ,semenov was going to ,rybinsk80 ,r4 8,in order to save my money40 ,q4 8,why did you give to the servant of ,semenov1 and to the first sailor1 a poison1 which produced cholic and vomiting80 ,r4 8,they were very fond of brandy--they were like a cask without bottom2 to play them a trick ,i put snuff into the liquor3 is it my fault they have such delicate stomachs80 ,q4 8,why did you provoke ,hortinja to assassinate the cornet80 ,r4 8,i did not4 ,the quarter-master is subject to visions1 he dreams so many other things1 that he may have dreamed that also40 ,q4 8,why1 then1 did you not defend him80 ,r4 8,the cornet was in citizen's dress1 the quarter-master in uniform1 and ,i am a soldier40 ,q4 8,what do you mean by that80 ,r4 8,that the soldier must respect the uniform more than the citizen's dress40 ,q4 8,why did you throw the cornet into the water80 ,r4 8,to save him from the fury of the quarter-master4 ,i also saw a boat coming towards us40 ,q4 8,why did you apprize ,hortinja of its coming80 ,r4 8,from joy that ,i could save the cornet40 ,q4 8,and why did you not denounce the crime of ,hortinja when you arrived at ,rybinsk80 ,r4 8,because ,i am a soldier1 and he is a quarter-master40 ,all my questions1 all my expedients1 the bastinado included1 drew no other confession from him4 ,confronted with ,hortinja1 he replied to his indignation by sneers2 in the presence of soldiers who had heard his provocations he denied them3 only at the sight of ,nadiejda did he turn pale1 grind his teeth1 and reply nothing1 absolutely nothing6 ,,deposition ,,of ,,nadiejda ,,yakovlevna4 ,nadiejda ,yakovlevna is twenty-one years of age4 ,she confessed frankly that she had loved1 and still loved passionately the cornet ,semenov1 but assured me that no intimacy had existed between them1 and that the cornet was even ignorant of the passion he had inspired4 ,she said the soldier ,tsaryna had paid his court to her1 and not being able to obtain her love had sworn to her that he would revenge himself upon the one who had obtained it4 ,at first his suspicions rested on ,hortinja1 and he said he would soon get rid of the old rascal4 ,some time after he came to her and said1 8,harken1 ,nadiejda6 be mine1 or ,i swear by ,st4 ,nicholas thou shalt witness the death of ,semenov40 ,she cared little for his threats1 knowing him to be a coward4 ,about this time the cornet left ,trehmiria4 ,tsaryna renewed his declarations1 but still without success4 ,before setting out for ,kostroma1 he said1 8,the old one will do what ,i have threatened2 before ,i return ,i will be revenged1 ,i swear it by ,st4 ,nicholas40 ,she had never heard ,hortinja threaten the life of the cornet2 he was sad and melancholy--he even wept1 but he was a man incapable of committing a crime unless provoked to it4 ,this is her account of the night in which she saved the cornet3 8,i had a presentiment which oppressed my heart2 before ,i lay down ,i found a cat upon my bed4 ,a bad sign6 ,as soon as ,i fell asleep ,i had horrible dreams4 ,i awoke and cried out1 #8,wo to me6' ,my father then ordered me to go upon the ,volga and draw away the nets2 there ,i heard cries1 and thought ,i recognised the voice of ,semenov4 ,it was more than a year since ,i had seen him1 and ,i knew him in spite of the obscurity4 ,i rowed towards his boat1 and as ,i neared it1 ,i heard the splash of a body thrown into the water4 ,fortunately1 ,i was close by and succeeded in drawing him out of the river4 ,it was ,semenov40 ,the inquiry was completed by a few other declarations of less consequence4 ,the ,armenian merchant tried to excuse himself1 and said that he endeavored to save the two men in order that they might have time for repentance4 ,in other things he confirmed what ,hortinja had said4 ,the fisherman ,yakov gave an account of the manner in which ,tsaryna had threatened him1 because he would not give him his daughter4 ,the inquiry terminated on the thirteenth of ,may1 and the depositions were on the same day laid before the criminal tribunal of ,novogorod by the captain ,isprawnik4 ,on the twenty-ninth of ,may the tribunal pronounced the decree which condemns3 ,paul ,ivanovitch ,hortinja to perpetual banishment in ,siberia1 and ten years labor in the mines4 ,jerome ,smilabej1 ,armenian merchant1 to one year and six days imprisonment1 a fine of one thousand rubles1 and the costs4 ,pierre ,a4 ,tsaryna1 being a soldier1 was sent before the military tribunal4 ,on the fourth of ,june1 the military tribunal of the first corps of the army1 assembled at ,novogorod1 condemned ,pierre ,a4 ,tsaryna to pass three times through the rods of a squadron1 and afterwards to be transported to ,siberia1 where he must labor in the mines for the rest of his life4 ,these decrees have been submitted to the emperor1 and confirmed by him with this change3 ,hortinja is perpetually banished1 but will not be obliged to labor in the mines4 ,on the third of ,june1 the decree was executed on ,pierre ,a4 ,tsaryna1 who was so severely beaten that there is little hope of his recovery2 he has been taken to the hospital of ,novogorod4 ,l',abeille du ,nord1 a ,russian journal of ,st4 ,petersburg1 reached us at the same time with the letter of our correspondent4 ,it gives an account of this affair1 and also adds that the emperor has deigned to decorate the girl ,nadiejda with a medal of gold on the ribbon of ,saint ,waldimir4 ,the ,cornet ,semenov married ,nadiejda ,yakovlevna as soon as the trial was concluded4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,perditi4 ,,part ,,second4 ,,by ,,wm4 ,,wallace1 ,,esq41 ,,author ,,of 8,,battle ,,of ,,tippecanoe10 8,,marches ,,for ,,the ,,dead10 ,,etc41 ,,etc4 ,,american ,,battle ,,ship4 ,i4 ,out on the sounding sea1 ,with a flag of stars and a row of steel1 ',mid the tempest scowl and the battle peal-- ,the great ship of the free6 ,away from her moorings--away o'er the wave-- ,how proudly she bears the glad hearts of the brave6 ,in the sun-burst of morning1 the darkness of night1 ,like a goddess she strives with the gales3 ,behold her alone in her glorious might1 ,with her banners of beauty and streamers of light1 ,like a condor when out on his terrible flight1 ,where the breath of the tempest prevails4 ,hark1 hark6 'tis her thunder6 her flags are all out1 ,and the lightning's the wreath she will wear2 ,now it shines on her mast--now 'tis hurried about1 ',mid the ring of the sword and the rapturous shout1 ,by the breath of the sulphury air4 ,why thus is she wrapt in the black-curling smoke8 ,why thus have her thunders tumultuously broke ,o'er the halls of the dark-rolling wave8 ,why thus have her star-crested flags been unfurl'd ,like the wings of some god from the sky to the world8 ,she battles abroad for the brave6 ,proud hope of our land6 we have given thy form ,to the lord of the breeze and the god of the storm2 ,we have hung from the top of the high soaring mast ,a broad sheet of stripes with the bird ,who cradles his wing in the home of the blast1 ,when the cloud-troops are angrily hurrying past1 ,and the voice of the thunder is heard3 ,we have wet thy scarred decks with the hallowd blood ,of those who have battled for us on the flood1 ,and blessed thee with hearts1 which the freemen alone ,can possess1 when we saw thee sit firm on thy throne ,of the dark-rolling waters4 ,go forth1 gallant one6-- ,go forth in thy glory and pomp o'er the main1 ,and burst with the might of thy sure-pointed gun ,the palace1 the cell and the tyrannous chain4 ,the breezes shall kiss thee3 the stars shall illume ,thy pathway when dangers are there1 ,and around thee the laurels of triumph shall bloom1 ,like the plumage of angels abroad on the gloom ,of the battle's tempestuous air4 ,aye6 the great god of freedom who holds in his hand ,this universe blazing around1 ,who walks on the billows which hear his command1 ,and straight in deep quiet are found3 ,aye6 he who has yoked1 in the ether afar1 ,the lightning-maned steeds of the storm to his car1 ,shall guide thee all safe o'er the foam1 ,and at last1 by the torch of his bright beacon-star1 ,restore thee once more to thy home6 ,,ii4 ,but such6 ah6 such is not my theme-- ,illumined by a grosser fire ,than that which some will truly deem ,befitting well the patriot's lyre4 ,and yet how could ,i pass thee by-- ,thou of the fearless soul and eye8-- ,thou who hast watched my boyhood's hours ,amid thy sacred rocks and rills1 ,where liberty with glory towers ,unshaken on her thousand hills6 ,genius of freedom6 let me stand ,with thee upon my native land2 ,still let me hear thy thunder-voice ,bid every child of thine rejoice2 ,still let me see on yonder mast ,the banner of the heart unfurl'd-- ,the playmate of the ocean-blast1 ,the hope or terror of the world4 ,and when the minstrel's form is cold1 ,his brightest meed of praise shall be1 ,as o'er his grave yon starry fold ,by wind and tempest is unroll'd1 8,freedom6 thy minstrel sang of thee60 ---- ',tis dark around6 yet darker still ,within that melancholy clime1 ,where tireless1 sleepless vulture-ill ,sits blackly brooding over crime2 ,the tempest has a deeper moan2 ,the night-wind has a wilder tone2 ,the thunder glares his troubled eye ,amid the hollows of the sky2 ,and sheeted lightnings swiftly stream ,from yonder cloud's tremendous rack1 ,and then with swifter stride they seem ,in pallid horror hurrying back4 ,groans in the dark tide of the air3 ,groans in the withered space around3 ,groans in the tempest's sickly glare3 ,groans struggling under ground6 ,and look6 ,lo6 blacker clouds are swelling ,around the thunder's opened dwelling1 ,which with a ,vulcan-torch illumes ,this realm of everlasting glooms2 ,set in the distance--see it stand ,above that melancholy land-- ,wild1 gloomy1 solitary1 grand6 ,heckla of spirits--placed afar1 ,the lamp of ghastly heath and rill1 ,as if like some malignant star ',twould make them all more ghastly still4 ,,rosani4 8,fit time60--he cried with quivering brow1 ,tale such as mine was uttered now2 ,when all the elements are stirred ,to hear a spirit's fearful word4 ,let lightnings flash--let thunders roll1 ,what terrors have they for the soul ,that flees the golden eye of day1 ,and hates its beams e'en more than they6 ,i've revell'd in their light before ,in many a sea1 on many a shore-- ,on many a rock--on many a deck-- ,yes6 challenged them amid the wreck-- ,when they and the remorseless sea ,seem'd smiling on my agony4 ,yet6 have ,i loved a milder glow ,than yonder lurid fires bestow3 ,there was a moment6 glorious time6 ,when ,i1 amid my native bow'rs1 ,unmoved by care--unsoiled by crime-- ,would watch the sunshine beam for hours2 ,it glowed of my own self a part1 ,for all was sunshine in the heart1 ,which seemed an angel who had left1 ,he knew not how1 the stainless blue1 ,and smiled1 so long of light bereft1 ,to find an angel wandering1 too4 ,but when ,i saw the bannered storm-- ,like giant rousing from his sleep-- ,uplift o'er heaven his awful form1 ,and from the thunder-chamber sweep ,to his dread bridal with the flame ,before their altar of the cloud1 ,while all his minstrel-tempests came ,around the shrine1 in terror bowed1-- ,i've smiled with other smile than this1 ,for then1 ,i1 leaping from the sod1 ,saw1 in their rude but meaning bliss1 ,the wondrous glory of a ,god3-- ,yes6 e'en when others quailed to see ,the red volcano light our clime1 ,i've joyed1 for in its ministry ,i only saw a torch sublime1 ,lighting with its tremendous glare ,the glorious pages of ,his book1 ,which men might read if they would dare ,upon those awful leaves to look4 ,like thee ,i joyed alone to range ,amid the beautiful and bright1 ,a thing like them of love and light-- ,like thee my spirit had its change4 ,the spell was wove6 ,it thundered out ,in many a wild and bitter curse-- ,and thenceforth ,i was hurl'd about ,hopeless amid the universe4 ,long years6 oh6 how your shadows press ,my brow in very weariness3 ,here6 here ye stretch and ever gloom ,like funeral-foliage of the tomb1 ,whose leaves--the favorites of pain ,must ever life from sorrow gain4 ,long years6 long years6 ,i feel again ,your star-eyed hopes around me glow ,bright as the plumage of a train ,of pilgrim-angels furled below4 ,we are together3 ,ila1 see ,the light of heaven's own heraldry-- ,and hark6--the evening breeze is here2 ,his silver lips no longer mute1-- ,he breathes--a minstrel-worshipper-- ,an av from his leafy lute3 ,shall we not join him8 ,dearest1 press ,thy lip to mine1 while1 as of old1 ,we hear with love's sweet tenderness ,that glorious vesper music rolled4 ,we are together in those bowers ,glad as the rosy-footed hours ,and all as pure4--,i see her now ,a creature less of earth than skies1 ,with day's pure sunshine on her brow ,and heaven's own midnight in her eyes4 ,and thus we trod the path of life1 ,without nor cloud1 nor grief1 nor strife-- ,like pensile stars whose golden light ,meets on the sable bridge of night ,and glows with such a wedded beam ,in calm or stormy weather1 ,that men when looking upwards deem ,they are but one1 for thus they seem1 ,so close they shine together4 ,ha6 whence this change8 ,my ,ila6 why ,that icy mien and tearful eye8 ,no more for me thou cullest the flow'r2-- ,no more with me thou seekest the bow'r2-- ,no more thy sweet lips press my own2-- ,no more thy warm hands link with mine1 ,when ,daylight1 stooping from his throne1 ,has furl'd his wing by evening's shrine4 ,she answered not6 yet sorrow there ,has held a bridal with despair1 ,and pale her cheek as if with wo ,which none but she must ever know4 ,in vain ,i questioned--her reply ,a sad reproachfulness of eye1 ,so firm yet tender in its look1 ,it ever1 sorrowing1 seemed to say 8,why torture me60--,i could not brook ,such gaze1 but gladly turned away1 ,leaving my ,ila to her mood ,in our old castle's solitude4 ,days rolled away6--,and who art thou ,with princely step and lofty brow8 ,what dost thou here within our halls1 ,sir knight6 unwelcome to these walls8 ,days roll'd away6--,i sought my sire2 ,he met me but with glance of ire1 ,and freezing mystery of air1 ,which seemed to say--8,ila8--beware60 ,and then he cried1 8away6 away6 ,mad boy1 she weds the knight to-day60 ,i spoke not2 slowly round me came ,a wavering sheet of cloud and flame1 ,which seem'd to sear my very brain3 ,how long 'twas thus ,i cannot say1 ,nor when ,i woke to life again4 ,they called me mad3 ,i heard the chain ,clanking around my limbs1 and near ,the hum of voices meet my ear1 ,and eyes amid the darkness shone ,so bright1 so angry and so lone-- ,methought they were the eyes of those ,whom men have named their demon-foes1 ,drawing a life from human woes4 ,yes6 ,i was mad1 and in my strength ,i spurned the dungeon's hated ground1 ,hurled from my limbs the chain1 at length1 ,and thus my birth-right freedom found4 ,i saw the glorious stars again-- ,once more ,i gazed upon the main ,whose billows e'en in boyhood were ,my playmates1 when their crested forms ,rushed up like ministers of ,fear ,amid their temple of the storms4 ,once more ,i heard the ,ocean's shock ,against the castellated rock2 ,and saw1 oh6 gallant1 blessed sight6 ,my barque along the heaving tide1 ,like lover resting through the night ,upon the bosom of his bride4 ,the sail's unfurl'd6 ,how free6 ,how brave6 ,on6 on my vessel1 o'er the wave6 ,the night-winds kiss thee1 as in joy ,to meet once more their ocean-boy4 ,oh6 ,i had loved thee1 glorious sea1 ,and oft thy waters laved my brow1 ,but never have ,i gazed on thee ,with such a bounding heart as now4 ,roll on6 ,roll on6 thy dark blue foam ,shall henceforth be to me a home4 ,for days ,i skimmed the ocean blue1 ,and deeper still my gladness grew2 ,and oft my joy was uttered out ,to heaven in that delirious shout ,which only he can swell whose life ,is passed amid the ocean's strife4 ,and others soon around me came2 ,and men soon shook before my name4 ,what trophies glittered on our deck1 ,how foemen sank with many a wreck1 ,let that old ocean's caverns tell1-- ,in sooth our spirits loved them well-- ,they lay beneath us like a spell4 ,a sail6 ,how looks she in the dark8 8,bravely6 ,she is a royal barque60 ,give thanks6 ,hurrah6 ,i ween the wave ,before the morn shall be her grave6 ,out with the guns6--8,ho1 sir6 she veers6-- ,again6 again6 ,hurrah6 she nears60 ,she came so nigh1 that we could see ,the pilot's lonely ministry4 ,sudden as lightning from its lair ,fire glowed around her deck2-- ,ha6 ship1 that rode so proudly there-- ,thou art a very wreck6 ,once more the frowning guns were out2 ,their thunder told in shriek and shout6 8,the barque's on fire60--with one wild cry6 ,that pierced the very wave and sky1 ,her crew leaped in the tide2 ,but as she heavily floated by-- ,oh6 ,god what met my startled eye8 ,the chieftain and his bride6 ,yes1 he and ,ila shrined in flame ,were wildly calling on my name3-- ,at one mad bound ,i cleared my deck1 ,and stood upon that burning wreck3 ,through flame and smoke ,i fearless flew6 ,a moment--,i have reached the two6 ,i grasped him6 and the lurid wave ,revenged me well--it was his grave4 ,i bore her in my arms--the smoke ,and flame in vain around me broke1-- ,i felt them curling o'er my brow1 ,as fierce they swept from stern to plow2-- ,i struggled on6--one effort more-- ,i leaped upon my vessel's side6 ,thank ,god6 the final strife was o'er1 ,and ,i had won my ocean-bride6 ,in one dread shock the crackling mast ,came thundering down beneath the blast3-- ,the flaming wreck slow drives away-- ,dim and more dim we marked the ray2 ,and now unloosing every sail-- ,we feel our vessel1 like a steed ,gladdening to serve his rider's need1 ,dart out before the gale4 ,slowly the thrill of feeling came ,along my ,ila's pallid frame2 ,i marked the rising crimson swell ,upon the cheek ,i loved too well1 ,and heard1 how joyously6 the sigh ,which told me that she could not die1 ,at least not then3--she rose at last2 ,one piercing look around she cast1 ,and shrieked6--her memory1 ah6 too soon ,had lighted up those scenes of old1 ,when ,i1 beneath far different moon ,than that which brightly rose aboon1 ,my love so passionately told4 ,she spake not still2 but day by day ,i saw her calmly sink away ,like some sweet flower or rainbow-form ,whose life is withered by the storm4 ,but when ,i saw her pallid lips ,darkling beneath the death-eclipse1 ,she waved me to her side and said-- ,i cannot speak her words--the dead ,would stir within their very tomb ,to hear such tale6--,enough6 she died1 ,and ,i beheld in that sea-room ,a sister in my ocean-bride4 ,oh6 how ,i blessed the ,god above1 ,that she went down unsoiled by love ,whose reckless and unholy fire ,springs from the heart of low desire4 ,my sire had framed a cunning tale --,to shroud his crime1 and this the baal6 ,he brought her to our castle's hall-- ,saying she was a homeless child1 ,whom he had found beneath the wall ,in all her orphan-freedom wild4 ,of that she told me1 on the day ,she died1 thus much ,i dared to say4 ,and ,ila sleeps within the wave1 ,and round her peaceful ocean-tomb ,the pale flowers of the coral-grave ,in all their quiet beauty bloom4 ,sleep on6 sleep on in that deep rest-- ,thou of the stainless brow and breast1-- ,oh6 holy as the stars that shine ,in all their seraph splendor set1 ,like torches of a templed-shrine ,in midnight's azure coronet4 ,she was avenged6 ,that very hour ,in which the tide received her form1 ,the deep-blue sky began to lour ,beneath the scowling of the storm2 ,and soon the thunder1 vast and dark1 ,shook his red arm above our barque1 ,whose deck deserted--sails all rent ,and loose around the shivered mast1 ,like reeling clouds were blindly sent ,before the fury of the blast4 8,the boats6 the boats60 ,they're riding well ,along that billow's crested swell4 8,save6 save yourselves10 ,i sternly cried1 ,undaunted on the plunging deck1 8,i go to seek my ocean-bride1 ,but comrades ye must leave the wreck60 ,an instant--they were safe6 and ,i ,alone stood challenging the sky ,and rolling waves4 ,with fearless form ,i dared the spirit of the storm3 ,his red lips answered me--the flame ,leaped burning through my blackened frame6-- ,and ,i was here4-- 8,no more6 ,no more60 ,he cried1 8that agony was o'er3-- ,but this60 ,he darkly gazed around1 ,then quivering sank upon the ground2 ,and ,lorro on his dread distress ,gazed sorrowing--mute and motionless4 ,the tempest with his train has fled1 ,and yet no moon hath lit her fire2 ,nought lights the darkness1 deep and dread1 ,save that dim-burning ,vulcan-pyre4 ,with its drear1 wavering1 ghastly light1 ,still heavier than the heavy night3 ,most terrible6 ,the task is done6 ,how gladly mounts the trembling soul1 ,like light returning to its sun1 ,when ,heaven's own streams of glory roll6 ,joy1 spirit6 joy6 ,i've broke the spell2 ,land of the lost6 dread land1 farewell4 ---- ,soul of that shadowy realm1 where ,time ,hath thrown his last-expiring wave1 ,when the ,immortal glooms sublime ,and terrible above the grave1-- ,dread image o'er whose phantasm we ,have hung a shroud of mystery1 ,and then for countless ages shook ,before its dark1 eternal look4 ,bold scorner of the groan or tear-- ,swaying between the star and storm-- ,thou art a mighty thing of fear1 ,yet glory crowns thy mystic form4 ,vast1 potent1 melancholy1 dim1 ,past ruler of the cherubim1 ,and king-like in thy ruin still1 ,thou livest despite of sleepless ill4 ,oh6 once all splendid in that time1 ,ere thy great banners were unfurl'd ,like thunder flashes in the clime ,from which the rebel hosts were hurl'd1 ,how art thou fallen--fallen now6-- ,the burning seal upon thy brow ,which towered in its own glory bright-- ,a mighty pyramid of light4 ,and battling still8 ,thine essence gleams ,like the dim flashing of a cloud2 ,oh6 how unlike its heavenly beams ,ere sin that angel-beauty bowed1 ,and changed thee to a giant curse ,breathed through the shuddering universe-- ,a deathless1 hopeless agony-- ,an aching immortality4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,heavenly ,,vision4 ,,by ,,thomas ,,holley ,,chivers1 ,m4 ,d4 ,if ,i be sure ,i am not dreaming now1 ,i should not doubt to say it was a dream4 ,shelley4 ,i met her in the spring-time of my years1 ,when suns set golden in the azure west2 ,the sight of her dissolved my heart to tears-- ,it seemed she came from heaven to make me blest4 ,a golden harp was in her snow-white hand1 ,and when she touched the strings1 so softly prest1 ,the music seemed as from some heavenly band1 ,as though she came from heaven to make me blest4 ,her eyes were of that soft1 celestial hue1 ,which heaven puts on when ,day is in the west2 ,whose words were soft as drops of evening dew-- ,it seemed she came from heaven to make me blest4 ,long had we parted--long had she been dead-- ,when late one night1 when all had gone to rest1 ,her spirit stood before me--near my bed-- ,she came from heaven to tell me she was blest4 ,as some fond dove unto her own mate sings1 ,so sang she unto me1 in my unrest-- ,who lay beneath the shadow of her wings-- ,of heaven1 wherein she told me she was blest4 ,my spirit had been longing here for years ,to know if that dear creature was at rest2 ,when1 just as my poor heart lost all its tears1 ,she came from heaven to tell me she was blest4 ,i then grew happy--for with mine own eyes ,i had beheld that being whom my breast ,had pillowed here for years--fresh from the skies-- ,who came from heaven to tell me she was blest4 ,i wept no more--from that sad day to this1 ,i have been longing for the same sweet rest1 ,when my fond soul shall dwell with her in bliss1 ,who came from heaven to tell me she was blest4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,mrs4 ,,ware',s ,,poems4#a ,averse1 as we have declared ourselves1 to any severe criticisms upon the productions of female poets1 we are constrained1 in the case before us1 to speak with a plainness1 savoring less of gallantry than truth4 ,if only 8some female errors0 fell to the lot of ,mrs4 ,katharine ,augusta ,ware1 we might1 perhaps1 8look in her face0 and 8forget them all20 but so many are the faults of which she is guilty1 that she must have a face as beautiful as ,raphael's ,fornarina1 to cause us to forget or forgive a tithe of the number4 ,the lady1 however1 is neither beautiful nor juvenile2 she goes so far in her preface as to confess that she cannot plead 8youthful diffidence0 for her indiscretion in writing and publishing a volume of verses4 ,that she is not beautiful1 we state on positive intelligence4 ,on this score1 therefore1 her sins of metrical commission cannot be pardoned any more than because of her juvenility--an excuse which she so magnanimously disclaims4 ,on the second leaf of ,mrs4 ,ware's book1 which is not really as well as figuratively blank1 we perceive1 paraded in capital letters1 the words 8,copyright secured in ,america40 ,now1 if the copyright has in fact been secured in ,america2 if it has been entered at the office of the ,district ,clerk of ,new ,york or of any other ,state1 as the law directs1 it strikes us that the dollar1 charged as a fee in such cases1 has been absurdly and ridiculously thrown away4 ,the proceeding was altogether supererogatory4 ,booksellers are not particularly partial to publishing collections of poetry at the best2 but that any one of them should be so insane as to re-publish a farrago like this1 to enter into rivalry and competition for such a cause1 is an hypothesis which never could have been engendered1 except in the brain of a rhymster1 dizzy with self-conceit4 ,from the fact1 however1 of a copyright having been secured in ,america1 we are well assured that the author is an ,american2 even this was unnecessary1 because ,mrs4 ,katharine ,augusta ,ware has1 in times past1 written her name to so many patches of poetry1 that it is not unfamiliar to pains-taking readers1 at least on our side of the water4 ,she first made herself known to the literary world here as the ,editor of a monthly magazine1 exquisitely christened 8,the ,bower of ,taste40 ,that any work1 with so ,rosa-,matildaish a title1 could have existed for a year was marvellous2 still more marvellous was it1 that it survived the merciless visitings of the ,muse of ,mrs4 ,ware4 ,with the failure of this undertaking1 her literary biography1 brief as the posy of a ring1 would terminate1 were it not for the fact that1 during some four years past1 she has resided in ,england1 and manufactured1 to order1 occasional lyrics for the ,liverpool ,newspapers4 ,by some fatuity1 which she has provokingly left unexplained1 in a preface written in the worst possible taste1 she has been impelled to the perpetration of the volume before us4 ,but1 previous to exemplifications of its component properties1 let us give the preface entire1 by way of showing how very unlike ladies1 and how very foolishly1 feminine bards can behave on paper4 ,if our readers of both sexes do not laugh at the following outbreak of egotism and vanity1 they are less easily amused than we conjecture4 ----- #a ,power of the ,passions and other ,poems4 ,by ,mrs4 ,katharine ,augusta ,ware4 ,london3 ,william ,pickering1 #ahdb4 #a vol4 #abmo4 pp4 #adh ,,courteous ,,reader1 ,i should like to write a ,preface1 if ,i could4--,such an ample field is afforded1 for appealing to the sympathy and generosity of the 8,liberal ,public40 ,such emphatic words as 8youthful diffidence10 8consciousness of errors10 8request of friends10 8leisure hours10 8relief in solitude10--all these once attracted my delighted attention1 and ,i resolved1 if ,i ever should write a book1 to present therewith a very sentimental ,preface4 ,but upon this subject my opinions are changed4 ,negatively speaking of my volume--8youthful diffidence0 ,i cannot plead2 8consciousness of errors10 ,i might1 which ,i own ,i have had time to correct4 ,i do not publish at the 8request of friends10 for no friends1 to my knowledge1 were ever particularly anxious for such an event4 ,nor for the amusement of my 8leisure hours10 for1 since my remembrance1 ,i never had any4 ,nor as a 8relief in solitude10 for ,i am never alone4 ,and permit me to add1 not for gold1 for my muse will never become a ,crsus4 ,lastly1 not for ,fame1 for light is my regard for her vain breath4 ,a ,preface is an article which ,i am by no means prepared to attempt1 being apprehensive that my labors might terminate like those of a certain venerable individual1 of spelling-book celebrity1 who1 in companionship with his son1 and a long-eared fellow-traveller1 by his anxiety to please everybody1 found1 to his mortification1 that he could please nobody4 ,now1 with the very moderate desire of pleasing somebody1 ,i have determined to write no preface to my book1 because ,i am not prepared to make a single fashionable apology for its publication4 ,at the present era of book-making1 all prefatory introductions seem to be disregarded as superfluous by the reading community1 except to works of deep erudition1 or on subjects which may require preliminary elucidations from the author4 ,all others are merely glanced over like the 8programme of an entertainment10 or a 8bill of the play10 and obtain no further notice4 ,scarcely one reader out of ten has the least interest or curiosity to learn what motive induced the author to write the volume1 which he has either bought or borrowed for his entertainment4 ,he certainly has a right to expect it will contain some matter either to improve1 inform1 or amuse the mind4 ,if disappointed1 no apology1 however gracefully made1 will effect a change in his opinion2 and the author may expect to receive the same compliment which a certain learned doctor 7more famed for candor than politeness7 once paid to his delinquent pupil1 who made an elaborate apology for his errors1 that he who was good at making 8a handsome apology1 was generally good for nothing else40 ,thine respectfully1 ,k4 ,a4 ,w4 ,since we have suffered our author to speak for herself1 nobody can accuse us of unfairness1 since that captious gentleman1 ,nobody1 is not obliged to think as we do1 but can1 if he so pleases1 pronounce ,mrs4 ,katharine ,augusta ,ware to be the most modest1 unassuming1 charming pilgrim1 that ever journeyed to the fountain of ,helicon1 or toiled up the steeps of ,parnassus4 ,we have1 in our time1 been constrained by our vocation1 to spell out a good many pieces of bombast2 but we can safely say that1 in our serious belief1 no rhetorician was ever better furnished with an illustration for that not very rare quality of style1 than in the effusion with which we begin to be overwhelmed on page one1 under the imposing title 8,the ,power of the ,passions40 ,we had thought of turning the whole into prose1 but as we have not the space to spare1 and the readers can easily do it for themselves1 whenever we shall have occasion to cite a passage1 we content ourselves with a cursory description1 and no very acute analysis1 since the philosophy is quite as incomprehensible as the lines are vapid1 and the ideas commonplace4 ,imprimis1 we are favored with the strikingly novel information that there was a time1 a good while ago1 when man stood in ,god's own image communing with angels in a bower1 8,when first creation dawned upon his view40 ,this fair world1 we are next agreeably astonished to learn1 was given to man by high ,omnipotence4 ,at this interesting period1 ,creation owned her ,lord1 and all that moved confessed his reign1 and the forest monarch bowed down before him1 beside the young lamb2 7bah67 moreover1 birds hailed the rising day1 and there were flowers and trees and fruits cum multis aliis of the sort4 ,such was fair ,paradise6 ,when ,woman smiled1 ,all ,eden brightened with a richer glow6 ,led by the hand of ,deity1 she came ,to dwell in kind companionship with man1 ,a sharer of his pleasures and his toils1 ,which nature's genial bosom richly paid3 ,love1 joy1 and harmony1 and peace1 were there-- ,god saw his glorious work1 and it was good4 ,these lines are cited1 because they are the only good ones in the poem1 and because it occurs to us that we have seen something rather like them in the works of a respectable poet of the middle ages--one ,milton4 ,in the remainder of the effusion1 ,mrs4 ,ware is unquestionably original4 ,brief hour of human purity and truth6 ,malignant ,envy1 in the bland disguise ,of friendship1 stole1 yea1 twined his serpent folds ,around fair ,wisdom's consecrated ,tree4 8,eat1 woman1 eat--ye shall not surely die60 ,thus spake the tempter of mankind4 ,they ate-- ,a sudden darkness gathered o'er the sky4 ,wild raged the storm1 earth's firm foundations shook1 ,while ocean trembled from her deepest cells2 ,blue1 livid lightnings flashed with lurid glare1 ,wreathing in flames the blackened arch of heaven2 ,while the loud thunder's deep1 continuous roar ,proclaimed1 in ,god's own voice1 that ,man was lost6 ,the four verses we have italicised are fiercely grand2 more terrible than any we ever saw1 except those by which they are succeeded4 ,after the thunder-clap1 lions roared1 tigers yelled1 hyenas cried1 wolves howled1 leviathans drifted ashore1 birds of ill omen shrieked1 and there was a dreadful rumpus in general among beasts1 such as are usually to be seen in a ,zoological ,garden4 ,the ,arch-,enemy chuckles over this sport1 rives his chain1 and stalks over the globe1 taking the precaution1 however1 to veil his hideous form and smile demoniac1 7why1 we cannot well perceive17 and finally speaks4 ,his observations are left to the ingenuity of the reader2 but he had no sooner 8concluded his remarks10 than 8,wild spirits filled the air1 the earth1 ,the sea40 ,these we suppose are the ,passions1 mentioned in the title4 ,taking them as they are introduced1 they are the most outrageous set of ill-behaved monsters that ever were seen1 and are as dissimilar to those polite entities1 classified under the same names1 and said by the ,fourrierists to be easily subjected to the domination of reason and the affections1 as can well be imagined4 ,it must be noted1 however1 that ,mrs4 ,ware is more original in the individuals she recommends to our attention as the ,passions1 than she is in her figures of speech4 ,first1 ,murder came1 his right hand red ,with the pure blood of his young brother's heart1 ,for which his own1 in every clime and age1 ,hath deeply paid4 8,cursed art thou60 said ,god1 ,and set his mark upon the murderer's brow4 ,we were not1 until now1 aware that ,murder was a ,passion1 considering it rather as a deed1 consequent upon some one of the ,passions4 ,next in order comes ,remorse1 8whose step is followed by ,despair40 8,next comes ,revenge40 ,and what ,passion1 reader1 do you imagine follows next8 8',tis ,war1 insatiate ,war40 ,another new ,passion4 ,afterwards 8pale ,jealousy is seen10 in an awful taking because 8the treasured ideal of his soul is false20 accordingly1 he rushes blindly forth1 meets his haughty foe1 and1 though he is blind1 8their eyes have met10 and ,the fierce volcano's flame ,ne'er flashed more wildly than his furious glance6 ,no more4 ',tis done--the double deed of death4 ,the reeking steel1 red from his rival's heart1 ,is quivering now within her heaving breast4 ,here is murder in the first degree once more4 ,now some people may call this strong writing2 we call it fustian run mad4 ,next come ,riot and ,folly and ,theft and ,love and ,misery and ,guilt1 of which we do not recognise any one but ,love as belonging to the ,passions4 ,just here there occurs a passage1 which is so clearly applicable to the 8divine ,fanny ,elssler10 that1 8in the opinion of this court10 an action on the case for heavy damages will lie4 ,although the danseuse alluded to figures under no name whatsoever1 and is merely described as 8,another10 we beg leave to put it to the immense jury1 consisting of the subscribers to this ,magazine1 what other than the 8splendiferous ,madam10 above named1 can possibly be signified8 ,read the remarkable passage1 and record your verdicts4 ,another1 too1 in tinselled garb1 is near1 ',mid scenic splendor1 like a thing of light-- ,with limbs scarce veiled1 and gestures wild and strange1 ,she gaily bounds in the lascivious dance1 ,moving as if her element were air1 ,and music was the echo of her step4 ,around her bold1 unblushing brow are twined ,the deadly nightshade and the curling vine1 ,enwreathed with flowers luxuriant and fair1 ,yet poisonous as the ,upas in their breath4 ,her sparkling eye1 keen as the basilisk's1 ,who marks his prey1 beams with a flashing light-- ,false as the flame which hovers o'er the gulf ,of dark oblivion--tempting to destroy4 ,mysterious power6 men shudder while they gaze-- ,despise1 yet own her fascinating spell4 ,as bursts the 8deafening thunder of applause10 ',mid showers of votive wreaths1 and parfum vif-- ,descending like bright ,juno from her cloud1 ,with glance erratic round th' enchanted ring-- ,she smiles on all above1 and all below1 ,with regal condescension1 and accepts ,the worthless homage offered at her shrine4 ,let not the reader hastily conclude that he has yet ascended with ,mrs4 ,katharine ,a4 ,ware to the cloud-capped summit of turgidity4 ,in the concluding passages of her perfectly ferocious poem1 she excels herself4 ,a higher ,alp of nonsense towers above the smaller ,alps we have already passed4 ,to change the metaphor1 all the former passages are mere rattling musket shot1 compared to this concentrated1 thundering discharge of the artillery of bombast3-- ,last in the train of human misery1 ,unconscious ,madness rushed4 ,the storm that beat ,on his unsheltered head and naked breast1 ,was calm to that which wildly raged within3 ,all the dark passions that deform the soul ,by turns usurped departed ,reason's throne4 ,his rolling eye1 red as the meteor's flash1 ,in fierce defiance wildly glanced around2 ,while his ,herculean frame dilated rose1 ,as if exulting in its giant strength6 ,uprooted trees were strewn across his path-- ,the remnants of his sanguinary meal1 ,still warm with life1 lay quivering at his feet2 ,they caught his eye4 ,not ,etna's wildest roar ,e'er came more deep than his demoniac laugh6 ,as rolls the distant thunder on--it ceased4 ,and we cease2 but not altogether4 ,cry not1 oh reader1 with king-killing ,macbeth1 8hold1 enough60 till we shall have at least ferreted out some stanzas worth commendation1 in the one hundred and forty 8mortal pages10 which drag their slow length after 8,the ,power of the ,passions0--which title1 we beg leave to suggest1 should be changed to the somewhat ,hibernian one of 8,a ,power of ,passions10 which would be more expressive of the number of new ones 8making their first appearance on any stage40 ,all the gross errors of persons who deem themselves poets1 but are not--who make verses1 to which neither gods1 men nor columns can yield applause--are displayed1 not only in the effusion which we have too tenderly handled1 but in most of the remaining rubbish of metre1 which this mistaken lady has raked together and piled up for the diversion of the public in ,england4 ,it is said of those1 who make constant efforts to utter happy repartees and smart jokes1 that it would be a wonder if they did not now and then stumble upon a clever hit4 ,the remark may with truth be applied to the indefatigable concoctor of rhymes4 ,desperate must be his condition1 if1 at large intervals1 good couplets did not slip from his pen4 ,poor as most of ,mrs4 ,ware's poems are1 stanzas are scattered through them which are really beautiful1 and have the air of being in their present position by mistake4 ,occasionally1 also1 when the subject is dictated by feeling2 when the thoughts well from the heart1 and are like those which are entertained by the author in common with other people of sensibility2 when she does not strive to be very fine1 very grand and very fascinating1 her lines run smoothly and gracefully along4 ,take as a favorable example of her versification one stanza1 from a poem called 8,diamond ,island10 which1 as we are told1 is a delightful little island1 situated in ,lake ,george1 and well known to the ,northern tourists for its picturesque beauty1 and the brilliant crystals to be found on its shores3-- ,how sweet to stray along thy flowery shore1 ,where crystals sparkle in the sunny ray2 ,while the red boatman plies his silvery oar ,to the wild measure of some rustic lay4 ,as a specimen of the sometimes able and sometimes slovenly mode in which ,mrs4 ,ware poetizes1 take the following couplets as an example4 ,in describing what scenes are beheld by 8,the ,genius of ,grcia10 she finely writes3-- 8,views the broad ,stadium1 where the ,gymnic art ,nerved the young arm and energized the heart40 ,a little further on1 our ears are tortured with-- 8,where ,scio's isle blushes with ,christian gore1 ,and hostile fiends still yell around the shore40 ,well nigh tired of animadversion1 let us employ the remainder of this article with selections that will be read with satisfaction1 and which may strike some sympathetic and responsive chords4 ,we need not bestow any higher praise upon the following pieces1 chosen with care1 as by far the best in the volume1 7though we will venture to assert that the author considers them the poorest17 than to remark that we consider them worthy of the space they occupy in this magazine4 ,,loss ,,of ,,the ,,first ,,born4 8,a grief that passeth show40 ,i saw a pale young mother1 bending o'er ,her first born hope4 ,its soft blue eyes were closed-- ,not in the balmy dream of downy rest2 ,in ,death's embrace the shrouded babe reposed1 ,it slept the dreamless sleep that wakes no more6 ,a low sigh struggled in her heaving breast1 ,but yet she wept not--hers was the deep grief ,the heart in its dark desolation feels2 ,which breathes not in impassioned accents wild1 ,but slowly the warm pulse of life congeals3 ,a grief1 which from the world seeks no relief-- ,a mother's sorrow o'er her first-born child6 ,she gazed upon it with a steadfast eye1 ,which seemed to say--,oh6 would ,i were with thee4 ,as if her every earthly hope were fled ,with that departed cherub4 ,even he-- ,her young heart's choice1 who breathed a father's sigh ,of bitter anguish o'er the unconscious dead-- ,felt not1 while weeping by its funeral bier1 ,one pang so deep as hers1 who shed no tear6 ,,the ,,hebrew ,,mother4 7,a ,,painting47 ,bright glowed the sun on ,nile's resplendent tide1 ,reflecting the rich landscape far and wide2 ,the verdant hills1 with lofty cedars crowned1 ,those heights sublime1 where1 in stern glory1 frowned ,egypt's proud battlements1 stretched forth on high1 ,like a dark cloud athwart the summer sky6 ,but softer shadows claimed a birth-place there2 ,the pensile willow1 and the lotus fair1 ,and flowers of richest bloom1 their perfume gave1 ,to wreathe the margin of the azure wave4 ',twas to this calm and beautiful retreat1 ,with wildly throbbing heart and trembling feet1 ,the ,hebrew ,mother came4 ,to her sad breast1 ,her youngest hope1 a lovely boy1 she prest1-- ,he whom a tyrant's voice had doomed to die6 ,with anguish-riven soul and tearful eye1 ,she looked on his bright cheek and cherub smile1 ,then gently hushed him to repose2 and while ,within his fragile barque she laid him1 gazed ,her last upon the sleeping babe6 then raised ,to the ,almighty one a fervent prayer1 ,confiding her soul's treasure to his care3 ,then1 as with firmer step she homeward trod1 ,with faith renewed1 she left him to his ,god6 ,,blowing ,,bubbles4 ,it was a lovely picture6 ,a young boy1 ,of scarce five summers1 on a terrace stood1 ,which overlooked a region of sweet flowers1 ,as fresh and blooming as his own bright cheeks2 ,while from a pipe1 wiled from his ancient nurse ,with many a kiss1 the rosy urchin blew ,those air-created globes1 which1 as they soared ,through the blue space1 caught the gay tints of morn4 ,buoyant and bright as youthful hopes they seemed1 ,and radiant as those visioned forms of bliss ,that hover in the dreams of innocence4 ,i watched the rapturous gaze of that young boy1 ,and heard his joyous shout1 as rising high ,upon the breeze1 those fragile orbs were borne4 ,but when they sank1 and vanished from his view1 ,a cloud of sadness came o'er his fair brow4 ,this picture read a lesson to my heart4 ,oh--how like these1 thought ,i1 are half the hopes ,and pleasures of this life4 ,no sooner do ,they smile upon our view--than they are gone6 ,,new ,,year ,,wish4 ,,to ,,anna ,,maria1 ,,aged ,,five ,,years4 ,dear one1 while bending o'er thy couch of rest1 ,i've looked on thee as thou wert calmly sleeping1 ,and wished--,oh6 couldst thou ever be as blest ,as now--when haply all thy cause of weeping ,is1 for a truant bird1 or faded rose2 ,though these light griefs call forth the ready tear1 ,they cast no shadow o'er thy soft repose1 ,no trace of care1 or sorrow1 lingers here4 ,with rosy cheek1 upon the pillow prest1 ,to me thou seemest a cherub1 pure and fair1 ,with thy sweet smile1 and gently heaving breast1 ,and the bright ringlets of thy clustering hair2 ,what shall ,i wish thee1 little one8 ,smile on ,through childhood's morn--through life's gay spring-- ,for oh--too soon will those bright hours be gone6 ,in youth time flies upon a silken wing4 ,may thy young mind1 beneath the bland control ,of education1 lasting worth acquire2 ,may virtue stamp her signet on thy soul1 ,direct thy steps1 and every thought inspire6 ,thy parents' earliest hope--be it their care ,to guide thee through youth's path of shade and flowers1 ,and teach thee to avoid false pleasure's snare2 ,be thine--to smile upon their evening hours4 ,there are some graceful translations from the ,french2 but1 besides the above1 we should find it difficult to quote an original poem1 good as a whole4 ,we have now and then some spirited lines1 and frequently some weak ones2 but the latter outnumber the former4 ,strange as it may seem1 the same hand wrote both of the following passages--the one1 with the exception of its concluding verse1 vigorous1 free1 correct--the other1 puerile1 silly1 commonplace4 ,sculpture6 oh what a triumph o'er the grave ,hath thy proud ,art6--thy powerful hand can save ,from the destroyer's grasp the noble form1 ,as if the spirit dwelt1 still thrilling warm1 ,in every line and feature of the face2 ,the air majestic1 and the simple grace ,of flowing robes1 which shade1 but not conceal1 ,all that the classic chisel would reveal4 ,in thy supremacy thou stand'st sublime1 ,bidding defiance to the scythe of time6 ,the thought of thee is like the breath of morn1 ,which whispers gently through the blooming trees2 ,like music o'er the sparkling waters borne1 ,when the blue waves heave in the summer breeze4 ,we have faithfully performed our unpleasant duty in the foregoing criticism4 ,a high standard has been set up by us1 and it must be defended4 ,censure is far less agreeable to us than commendation2 but the last would be wholly valueless1 when flowing from our pen1 were we always to withhold the first4 ,poetry1 to be acceptable1 must have higher qualities than those which the mere habit and practice of writing confers4 ,a man may play very well on the piano and not be a musician2 he may sketch very well and not be a painter2 he may model very well and have no just claim to be called a sculptor4 ,the maker of graceful stanzas is not a poet2 he is at best entitled only to be called a person of accomplishments4 ,he is inexcusable when he brings himself prominently before the public and claims to be ranked among artists4 ,women1 more than men1 cultivate their powers of taste4 ,we know many of the sex who not only sing and sketch1 but write very nice verses4 ,they would1 however1 shrink from publicity with a sensitive dread of ridicule4 ,for the sake of a pure literature this apprehension should be kept alive by an occasional article1 like the one which we have felt ourselves impelled to present on the effusions of ,mrs4 ,katharine ,augusta ,ware4 ,b4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,love ,,and ,,pique2 ,,or1 ,,scenes ,,at ,a ,,watering-,,place4 ,,by ,,mrs4 ,,emma ,c4 ,,embury4 ,,the ,,ventilator4 ,it was one of the most sultry days of an intensely hot summer1 the thermometer stood at eighty-five in the shade1 every thing was parched with fervent heat1 and1 as if to show their powers of endurance1 half the world1 leaving the quiet comfort of luxurious homes1 were inhaling the close and unhealthful atmosphere of a crowded watering-place4 ,cecil ,forrester had mingled with the throng1 and1 bidding adieu to his father's beautiful country-seat1 where the murmur of a rushing stream mingled its cool refreshing sound with the whisper of the summer breeze1 had obtained1 for a certain consideration1 the privilege of occupying an apartment1 some eight feet by ten1 in the great hotel which stretches its huge length along the sands at ----4 ,but ,cecil had other motives than simple obedience to the dictates of fashion4 ,he was in love1 deeply and earnestly in love1 and the lady on whom he had bestowed his affections seemed to him one of those exquisite creatures1 equally well fitted to be the gem of a ball-room or the ornament of domestic life4 ,he had met her in the sequestered village of ,norwood1 whither he repaired every summer to visit a favorite sister1 and where the lovely ,miss ,oriel had come to repair the ravages which a winter's dissipation had made in her fresh complexion4 ,they had enjoyed a flirtation of the most delightful kind1 because it had been purely sentimental1 and such is1 after all1 the most agreeable variety of that very common species of amusement4 ,laura ,oriel had laid aside all her usual gaiety of apparel1 her dress was the very perfection of elegant simplicity2 her raven hair was braided1 without a single ringlet1 around her well turned head1 and1 in short1 nothing could be more attractive than the city belle so suddenly transformed into la jolie paysanne of a country village4 ,many a moonlit walk had ,cecil ,forrester enjoyed with her1 many a beautiful fancy had been pictured out during their rambles in the summer woods1 many a noble sentiment had been uttered beneath the deep shadow of the rocky cliff1 many a delicate thought had been evolved amid the beauty and sublimity of nature4 ,the time passed like a dream4 ,the genial breezes of flowery ,june had been exchanged for the fervent heats of ,july1 and these had again been forgotten in the more oppressive sultriness of ,august before their happiness was disturbed by a single thought of the future4 ,but ,miss ,oriel was then obliged to accompany her mother to ----4 ,it was a most disagreeable necessity1 for she did not love a crowd1 and though her fortune and station in society compelled her to appear among the multitude1 yet she was only happy in the seclusion of domestic life4 ,but duty to her only parent was the ruling principle of her existence4 ,her mother's wishes had forced her into society during the past winter1 and now the same irresistible power drew her to the turbulent scenes of a fashionable watering-place4 ,poor thing6 she was certainly to be pitied1 and so thought ,cecil ,forrester4 ,he was upon the point of expressing his ardent admiration1 and offering his heart and hand to her whose tender friendship had made him bankrupt in all that was worthy of her acceptance4 ,but1 somehow or other1 no opportunity occurred for any such explanation4 ,the lady rather avoided those delicious walks which1 though favorable to the growth of affection1 might afford chances for an unseasonable declaration4 ,so ,cecil was only able to inform her of his intention to meet her at ----1 and contented himself1 for the present1 with offering her a splendid copy of ,rogers' ,poems1 in which he had inscribed her name in the most delicate of ,italian writing1 and where she found1 on further examination1 the words 8,to her who will understand me10 written over the pretty pastoral poem entitled 8,the ,wish40 8,mine be a cot beside a hill2 ,a beehive's hum shall soothe mine ear2 ,a willowy brook that turns a mill1 ,with many a fall shall linger near4 ,the swallow oft1 beneath my thatch1 ,shall twitter from her clay-built nest2 ,oft shall the pilgrim lift the latch1 ,to share my meal1 a welcome guest4 ,around my ivied porch shall spring ,each fragrant flower that drinks the dew2 ,and ,lucy1 at her wheel1 shall sing1 ,in russet gown and apron blue4 ,the village church1 amid the trees1 ,where first our marriage vows were given1 ,with merry peals shall swell the breeze ,and point1 with taper spire1 to ,heaven40 ,it was certainly a most appropriate and delicately expressed choice for such a lover of natural beauty and quiet happiness as ,miss ,laura ,oriel4 ,but to return to ----4 ,mr4 ,forrester knew that ,miss ,oriel was expected to arrive there on a certain morning1 and1 as he had gone down several days previous1 he was1 of course1 on the watch for her4 ,most impassioned admirers would have rushed out to welcome the object of their thoughts at the very first glimpse of her green veil4 ,but ,cecil was no vulgar lover1 his taste was excessively refined1 and for his own sake1 no less than out of regard to the lady's feelings1 he did not choose to behold her in travelling dishabille after a long and dusty ride4 ,he therefore contented himself with watching from an upper window her descent from the stage coach1 and then retired to his apartment until the preparatory dinner-bell should summon the lite to the saloon4 ,as ,i have said before1 the day was excessively warm1 and all the ventilators 7which had been mercifully placed over each door to prevent suffocation7 stood wide open1 as if the rooms1 like their heated occupants1 were gasping for breath4 ,cecil1 who had a tolerably correct notion of comfort1 had loosed his boot-straps1 unbraced his stays1 and flung himself upon the bed to indulge a pleasant reverie before he commenced his toilet1 when he was suddenly recalled to the scenes of actual life by the sound of a well-known voice4 ,the apartments to which ,miss ,oriel and her mother had been conducted 7the privilege of selection would be a most unheard-of innovation of the rights of hotel-keepers at such a season7 happened to be immediately opposite to the one already occupied by ,mr4 ,forrester4 ,the ventilators of both were open1 and1 as he heard her voice1 he felt a sweet satisfaction in the thought1 that the soft southern breeze which was cooling his brow also fanned the ringlets of his beautiful mistress4 ,but really there was no excuse for his listening to her conversation2 it was most ungentlemanlike1 but at the same time1 ,i am sorry to say1 most natural2 and though heartily ashamed of him for so doing1 ,i am obliged to confess that he paid the closest attention to every word of their discourse4 8,how long do you want to stay here1 ,laura80 said the mother1 in that wheezing sort of voice which belongs to fat1 pursy old ladies when over-fatigued4 8,that will depend upon circumstances10 was the short and rather crusty reply4 8,do you know they charge twelve dollars a week1 and every bath is an extra expense80 8,what of that8 ,we must risk something in all speculations1 and mine is a pretty safe venture40 8,i wish we had left ,ellen ,grey at home40 8,i don't agree with you2 we owe her some return for staying nearly three months with her at ,norwood1 and ,i cannot bear to be under an obligation to such mighty good sort of people1 for they never forget it40 8,but her board will be expensive1 and ,i do not see why it would not have been as well to invite her to our house in the winter40 8,you don't seem to understand my plans1 ,mamma4 ,ellen ,grey is pretty1 and modest1 and sentimental1 and all that2 she is just the kind of person to be very attractive to gentlemen when seen in domestic life1 but she is too timid to appear well in a place like this4 ,she will scarcely dare to raise her eyes in such a crowd1 and therefore there can be no rivalry between us4 ,besides1 she has a great deal of taste1 and her assistance at my toilet enables me to dispense with a dressing maid40 8,i cannot see much force in your argument40 8,perhaps not2 what would you say if ,i tell you ,i want her as a foil80 8,she is too pretty to serve such a purpose40 8,you are greatly mistaken2 any body would look well beside an ugly girl1 but one must be exceedingly beautiful to bear a comparison with as pretty a creature as ,ellen ,grey4 ,her delicate complexion1 which is continually suffused with blushes1 her fair hair and blue eyes would appear lovelier any where else than they will beside me40 8,such beauty as yours requires no foil1 ,laura40 8,i choose to employ one1 notwithstanding2 ,i have come here for the express purpose of attracting ,fitzroy ,beauchamp1 and ,i mean to neglect nothing1 however trifling1 to compass my schemes40 8,what will ,cecil ,forrester say80 8,if ,i succeed1 he may say what he pleases4 ,i mean to play off my present lover against the future one2 and ,cecil will be of use to me by exciting the jealousy of ,beauchamp40 8,i declare you are too bad1 ,laura40 8,i only mean to study your interest and my own1 ,mamma4 ,cecil ,forrester was a delightful companion in the country1 his enthusiasm was so well adapted to the time and place1 that it seemed to give charms to the dull and stupid village1 which it could not otherwise have possessed4 ,i certainly played my part to perfection1 indeed1 ,i almost began to fancy that there was really some feeling in my acting2 at any rate he has the most implicit faith in my sensibility4 ,how often ,i have laughed over the love-sick youth's rural wish6 ,i think ,i see myself as #8,lucy at her spinning-wheel1 ,in russet gown and apron blue4'0 8,i wonder how you kept up the farce so long1 ,laura2 even ,ellen thinks you a most exemplary sentimentalist40 8,oh1 it was a pleasant mode of getting rid of time2 nothing sharpens one's wits like a flirtation with a real lover--,i have learned twenty new stratagems from my #8country practice4'0 8,are you sure ,mr4 ,beauchamp is rich80 8,he drives blood-horses1 sports a tiger in livery1 lives at the ,astor1 drinks wine at #h a bottle1 and1 what is more1 pays his bills40 8,how did you learn this80 8,from very good authority2 he is said to have #bjj1jjj in bank stocks besides a sugar plantation worth #ab1jjj per annum1 and slaves enough to stock a colony2 so you see he is a prize worth winning4 ,as for ,cecil ,forrester1 ,i am sorry he is here1 but ,i must manage to turn him over to the unsophisticated little rustic for the present4 ,i do not wish to give him a downright dismissal1 because if ,i should fail to secure the millionaire it would be as well to fall back upon ,forrester's #cj1jjj4 ,the game will be a difficult one1 but the glory of success will be the greater40 8,i hope you will reap some of the spoils of victory1 ,laura1 for our legacy is rapidly diminishing1 and when it is gone you know there will be no further chance40 8,never fear1 ,mamma2 my stock in trade is very good--beauty1 tact1 and five thousand dollars form a very excellent capital1 and ,i think ,i can afford to speculate rather largely40 8,but more than half of the most essential part of your capital is already gone1 and you have not as yet succeeded40 8,you forget that ,i have gained a footing in society by its expenditure2 leave every thing to me1 and if ,i am not married before next season1 then write me down a fool40 ,cecil ,forrester heard every word of this dialogue4 ,at its commencement he had started to his feet1 and if any one could have witnessed his gestures and contortions he would have been deemed a madman4 ,his face flushed and paled1 his eyes dilated with anger and flashed with contempt1 his lip curled in bitter scorn1 and narrowly escaped being bitten through as he gnashed his teeth in impotent rage2 he clenched his hands1 he tore off the turquoise ring which he had hitherto worn on his little finger as a gage d'amiti from the false beauty1 and finally1 after exhausting his angry emotions1 he flung himself into a seat1 with a calm and determined expression of countenance which augured ill for some of the schemes of ,miss ,laura ,oriel4 ,,the ,,dining-,,room4 ,is there any thing more musical to the ear of the time-sick lounger at a fashionable watering-place than the dinner-bell8 ,talk of the melody of running streams1 the sighing of summer winds1 the carol of forest birds6 they may be all very pleasant sounds in certain moods of the mind1 but for a music which never fails to please1 a sound which never falls wearily upon the senses1 a voice which is never uttered to a listless ear1 commend me to that dinner-bell4 ,the dullest face brightens into something like intelligence1 the most confirmed valetudinarian forgets all elegant debility1 the most intellectual remember the pressing claims of the physical man1 and the most refined of women venture to look somewhat interested in the vulgar duty of dining4 ,the saloon was crowded with company all eager for the summons which was to transform them into eating animals4 8,pray why10 said a gentleman who was somewhat famous for puns1 conundrums and such little witticisms1 preferring as it seemed to shoot the 8rats and mice and such small deer0 of literature1 because he could draw a long rather than a strong bow2 8,pray10 said he in that half suppressed voice which1 like a theatrical aside1 is sure to be distinctly heard in a crowd1 8why is this saloon like the ,president's levee8 do ye give it up8 why it is filled with a crowd of hungry expectants6 ha6 ha6 ha60 ,the joke would have been excellent as an after dinner speech1 but the audacity of uttering an idle jest while so many persons were keenly alive to one of the sufferings of frail humanity1 was very properly punished4 ,no body laughed1 and1 to his infinite regret1 the great ,mr4 ---- saw that he had wasted his wit4 ,the first stroke of the second bell brought all to their feet1 as suddenly as if they had been subjected to the power of a galvanic battery4 ,cecil ,forrester1 attired with unusual care1 all the lurking dandyism of his character fully but not offensively displayed1 had been one of the first in the saloon1 determined to give ,miss ,oriel a lesson in indifference4 ,but she did not appear1 and1 as the band struck up a march1 the usual signal for deploying into the dining-room1 he took the hand of his neighbor1 who happened to be a very pretty woman1 and followed the somewhat rapid pace of the procession4 ,the important business of the dinner-table was half finished3 the soup1 the fish1 even the joints had disappeared1 and the voracity of the lgants had given place to fastidiousness as they amused themselves with a bit of ris de veau glac or a petit pte de ,prigord1 when a slight bustle at the door attracted universal attention4 ,a dumpy1 over-dressed old lady1 leaning on the arm of a delicate1 fair-haired girl1 entered with that fussy manner so characteristic of an out-of-place feeling1 while1 immediately following her1 with a complexion as cool and fresh as marble1 if one could only imagine marble tinged with the rose-tint of youth and health--a complexion such as nothing but a morning bath can give--came the elegant ,miss ,oriel4 ,there was the very perfection of art in her whole appearance4 ,she had chosen for her entrance the moment when the fierce appetites of those who eat to kill time 7and sometimes end by killing themselves7 were sufficiently appeased to enable them to admire something else beside the reeking dishes4 ,among the heated and flushed beauties who sat around the table1 with relaxed ringlets and moistened brows1 she appeared like some fairy of the fountain1 some water nymph fresh from her sub-marine grotto1 diffusing about her a cool and refreshing atmosphere as she moved gracefully onward4 ,her dress was white transparent muslin1 which displayed rather than veiled the fine form of her arms1 while her neck and shoulders1 actually dazzling in their snowy hue and polish1 were only shadowed by a single jet-black ringlet1 which seemed to have accidentally fallen from the clustering mass gathered at the back of her head4 ,a pale1 pearl-like japonica was her only ornament4 ,as she slowly paced the length of the hall to a seat near the head of the table1 reserved for her by a well-bribed waiter1 a murmur of admiration ran through the apartment4 ,all eyes were fixed upon her1 and she knew better than to break the spell of her fascinations by condescending to the vulgar taste for eating2 7a brace of woodcock had been sent to her room only an hour previous47 ,mrs4 ,oriel1 who seemed determined to make amends for past delay by present haste1 sent her plate to be filled and re-filled2 but her daughter only trifled with some delicate ,french combination of odor and tastelessness1 and finished the meal by a morsel of ,charlotte au russe and ,vanilla cream4 ,a glass of iced eau sacr was her only beverage1 and she was thus enabled to retain her cool fresh tint even in the heated atmosphere so redolent of spices1 and gravies1 and vinous distillations4 ,it was not until just before quitting the table that ,miss ,oriel allowed herself to see any one in the room4 ,she raised her large soft eyes languidly and beheld1 what she had for some time known1 that her young friend ,ellen was familiarly chatting with ,cecil ,forrester4 ,a graceful bend of her fair neck and a most lovely smile marked her consciousness of his presence1 while ,cecil1 with a polite but rather careless bow continued his conversation with ,miss ,grey2 being incited to show her peculiar attention by his consciousness that she1 as well as himself1 was designed to be the tool of the selfish beauty4 ,miss ,oriel was too well schooled to exhibit any surprise at his cool manner1 and as her principal object was to attract the attention of ,mr4 ,beauchamp1 she gave herself no further thought about the matter at that time4 ,mr4 ,fitzroy ,beauchamp1 by a kind of 8gramerye0 which some ignorant people might call impudence1 had early established himself at the head of the table1 and assumed the manners of a host upon all occasions4 ,he was in fact that most admired1 and courted1 and flattered of men--the ,beau 7par excellence7 of a watering-place4 ,reader1 if you have ever seen such a person in such circumstances you will be able to imagine his appearance1 for he was only one of a rather numerous tribe of ephemera1 who appear every summer and waste their little lives in some fashionable resort1 whence they vanish with the first northeast wind1 and if they do not die1 at least evaporate in something like empty air4 ,mr4 ,fitzroy ,beauchamp 7he was very proud of his name1 and was known to have refused to dance in the same cotillion with ,miss ,phebe ,pipkin1 until his refined taste was soothed by the intelligence that she was the heiress of half a million7 was rather diminutive in size1 with a remarkably trim figure1 and very small feet4 ,he had flaxen hair1 elaborately curled1 which no one would have suspected to be a wig2 and he wore the softest and silkiest of whiskers1 which nobody dreamed were an appendage of the self same wig1 ingeniously contrived to clasp with springs beneath his chin4 ,his cheek had that delicate peach bloom which rarely outlasts extreme youth1 and1 in this case1 certainly owed much of its richness to a judicious touch of the hare's foot4 ,his hands were very white and loaded with rings1 the gifts1 as he asserted1 of various fair ladies2 so that he might be said to have the history of his conquests at his fingers' ends4 ,he wore a black dress coat lined with white silk1 snow-white inexpressibles1 embroidered silk stockings1 and pumps diminutive enough to have served for a lady's slippers4 ,mr4 ,fitzroy ,beauchamp was what ladies call 8a love of a man10 and he was duly grateful for their partiality4 ,to conceal the ravages of time 7alas6 he had already numbered half a century7 and to decorate himself in the most pleasing manner he considered a compliment due to the fair sex1 while the proper display of his wealth and luxury was a duty he owed to himself4 ,he had been wonderfully attracted by the grace and beauty of ,miss ,oriel4 ,absorbed in admiration of her easy and modest self-possession1 he forgot to ask his former favorite1 the pretty and spirituelle ,mrs4 ,dale1 to take wine with him1 and the lady was quick-sighted enough to discover1 and wise enough to smile at the discovery that henceforth her reign over the tilbury was at an end4 ,she was quite right4 ,soon after dinner ,mr4 ,beauchamp solicited from ,cecil ,forrester the honor of an introduction to ,miss ,oriel1 and though ,cecil would have been ready to fight a duel with a fellow who should thus have presumed after a three days' acquaintance1 had the lady been one whom he really respected1 yet he now cordially acquiesced in the wishes of both parties1 and with a degree of magnanimity quite surprising to ,laura1 afforded her exactly the opportunity she had desired4 ,about twenty minutes before sunset--the hour ,mr4 ,beauchamp usually selected for his daily drive--,miss ,oriel was handed into the elegant vehicle1 and they drove off1 leaving several gentlemen in ecstasies at her beauty as she playfully kissed her hand to her dear old fat ,mamma1 who had bustled out with 8my sweet ,laura's cashmere1 lest the evening air should injure her delicate health40 ,her fears were quite unnecessary4 ,mr4 ,beauchamp never drove his horses more than three miles at a time1 and had no fancy for hardening his white hands by curbing their impetuosity4 ,he was seldom absent more than half an hour1 as his ambition was fully gratified by being envied as he drove off1 or dashed up to the door with the best horses before his carriage and the most admired woman at his side4 ,,the ,,piazza4 ,two weeks passed away1 during which time ,miss ,oriel had shown her skill in female tactics by managing to secure the attentions of ,mr4 ,beauchamp1 while she had transferred ,cecil to ,ellen ,grey until she should be able to decide upon his future fate4 ,one evening1 ,cecil1 who had long known and admired ,mrs4 ,dale1 invited her to walk with him on the piazza1 that they might witness the effect of moonlight upon the distant sea4 8,i am indebted to ,miss ,grey's headache for this invitation10 said ,mrs4 ,dale1 laughing1 as she took his arm2 8had she been in the saloon my eyes would never have been thus favored with a moonlight scene40 ,forrester entered a disclaimer against the lady's assertion1 and a playful conversation ensued1 when ,mrs4 ,dale1 suddenly changing the topic1 said3 8,pray tell me1 ,mr4 ,forrester1 if ,mr4 ,beauchamp is so immensely rich80 8,i really cannot take it upon me to determine that delicate question1 ,madam10 was the reply1 8but1 as a firm believer in the doctrine of compensations1 ,i am bound to suppose he must be very wealthy40 8,not understanding your premises ,i cannot clearly comprehend your deductions10 said ,mrs4 ,dale playfully4 8,why1 ,providence always bestows something to compensate for great deficiencies1 and as ,mr4 ,beauchamp cannot boast either mental or physical gifts1 ,i take it for granted that he must have money40 8,really1 ,mr4 ,forrester1 ,i did not think you were so ill-natured4 ,i am sure ,mr4 ,beauchamp has the prettiest hands and feet in the world1 and his ardent admiration of the ladies proves him to possess a good heart40 8,to your last argument ,i can offer no opposition1 ,madam10 was the gallant reply2 8but as to his hands and feet1 ,i can only say that it is not the first time that ladies have been driven to extremities in their search for his good qualities40 8,well1 ,i suppose10 responded ,mrs4 ,dale1 laughing heartily1 8that ,i must allow your wit to atone for your severity1 but how long is it since you turned satirist80 8,ever since ,i made the discovery which all the experience of others cannot teach us--that #8all is not gold which glitters4' ,i have almost come to the conclusion that nature1 like an over-careful house-wife1 hides her true gold and silver in least suspected places40 8,in that case ,dame ,nature might be in the predicament of a queer old lady ,i once knew who hid her rich plate under the rafters in the garret1 and when she wanted it upon occasion of a dinner-party1 was obliged to borrow of a neighbor because she had forgotten where she had deposited her treasure40 8,i believe if we want to find a really virtuous and true-hearted woman we must look elsewhere than among the beautiful10 said ,forrester bitterly4 8,fie6 fie6 if ,i had the slightest claim to beauty ,i should banish you from my presence for that ungallant speech40 8,you ought rather to consider it a compliment1 for there is not another woman here to whom ,i would have uttered it1 or who would have understood me1 perhaps1 if ,i had40 8,ah6 now you flatter my intellect at the expense of my person1 and no woman ever relished such a compliment4 ,but to return to your assertion2 how can you venture to despise the allurements of beauty after feasting daily on such a banquet of loveliness as ,miss ,oriel offers to our eyes4 ,i look at her1 woman as ,i am1 with delight1 for ,i never saw so fresh1 so pure1 so marble-like a complexion40 8,your comparison is more correct than you imagine1 ,madam2 her beauty is indeed like that of the marble statue1 carved by a right cunning and skilful hand1 but wanting the ,promethean touch of soul40 8,while ,ellen ,grey is the delicate alabaster vase1 beautifully and finely wrought1 and with all its exquisite loveliness brought out in rich relief by the lamp which lights it from within2 is it not thus you would have continued the comparison80 said ,mrs4 ,dale mischievously4 8,your illustration is a beautiful one1 and perfectly true10 was the reply2 8,ellen ,grey is full of gentle and womanly feeling40 8,perhaps you are prejudiced against ,miss ,oriel1 ,mr4 ,forrester2 can it be possible that there is no soul shining in those soft dark eyes80 8,there is mental power enough1 if that were all1 but there is no soul--no heart2 the lofty impulses of pure intellect1 the tender affections of feminine nature never yet lighted up those eyes or suffused that marble brow with the blush of genuine feeling40 8,well1 as you have known the lady longer than ,i have1 it would be idle to dispute your assertions2 indeed1 ,i must confess1 when ,i watch her sweet1 unruffled look and manner1 ,i am irresistibly reminded of the old ,norse legend of the ,snow-,woman--so dazzlingly beautiful1 so fatally cold40 8,yet ,i have seen her under circumstances which would have given you a very different impression of her4 ,imagine that beautiful woman attired in the simplest manner1 all fashionable airs laid aside1 and apparently the very creature of romantic feeling2 imagine such perfection of loveliness1 with eyes of softness and voice all tenderness1 apparently yielding up her whole soul to the sweet impressions of nature1 amid the loveliest scenery that even our beautiful land can produce2 imagine the effect of such beauty seen beneath the soft light of the summer moon1 or gazed upon in the silent sanctuary of the forest glades1 or mingling its fascinating influence with the lovely sights and sounds which charm the senses in the sunset dell1 when the voice of the singing rivulet makes music on its way40 8,upon my word1 ,mr4 ,forrester1 you are almost a poet2 you must be in love40 8,perhaps ,i am1 but ,miss ,oriel is not the object40 8,how could you resist the fascinations you so enthusiastically describe80 8,why1 to tell the truth1 ,i narrowly escaped the fate of the silly moth2 ,i came very near singeing my wings in the blaze of her beauty1 but ,i soon discovered that she possessed none but personal attractions4 ,to be sure we had quite a sentimental flirtation1 and ,i remember many very fine sentiments which she uttered1 but ,i early found how thin and poor was the soil in which they had taken root4 ,you know the most luxuriant growth of wild flowers is always to be found in a morass--or perhaps a more graphic illustration of my meaning might be found in the fact that the pestilential ,maremma1 whose atmosphere is so fatal to life1 displays the richest and most gorgeous array of ,flora's favorites4 ,laura ,oriel might be loved for a week or two1 but any man with common sense would soon see through her false character4 ,for my own part1 ,i confess that ,i amused myself with her very pleasantly during the early part of the summer4 ,indeed1 ,i believe she fancied ,i was really caught in her snares1 and no doubt considers that #8,cecil ,forrester's #cj1jjj will do very well to fall back upon in case nothing better offer4'0 8,hark60 exclaimed ,mrs4 ,dale1 as a slight sound1 like a half-suppressed exclamation1 struck upon their ears1 8,i really believe some one has been listening to our conversation40 8,when we first came out here10 said ,forrester coolly1 8,i saw a lady take her seat within the recess of yonder window2 she dropped the drapery of the curtain behind her1 so as not to be observed from within1 and she has been sitting in the deep shadow flung by this heavy column4 ,she has heard every word we said2 at least she has heard all ,i said1 because ,i purposely deferred my most severe remarks until we passed within ear-shot40 8,for ,heaven's sake1 what do you mean8 you seem agitated2 who was the lady80 asked ,mrs4 ,dale4 8,do you not imagine8 ,it was ,miss ,oriel40 8,oh1 ,mr4 ,forrester1 how could you do so8 and to make me a party in such cruelty too20 exclaimed the lady1 much vexed4 8,now that there are really no listeners1 dear ,madam1 ,i will tell you the whole story1 and you shall decide whether ,i am so very wrong2 at all events ,i have had my revenge40 ,and ,cecil ,forrester related to his warm-hearted friend the story of his love and its sudden extinction1 not omitting a single word of the dialogue which he had overheard between the mother and daughter4 ,when they re-entered the saloon ,miss ,oriel had disappeared1 but if ,cecil could have known the tumult of her feelings he would1 perhaps1 have regretted his own vindictiveness4 ,all the little feeling which she possessed1 all that she had of heart1 was bestowed on ,cecil ,forrester4 ,she did not know how much she had valued him until she compared him with the object of her present pursuit2 and1 interested1 selfish and ambitious as she was1 she half determined to turn from the allurements of wealth if she could win back ,cecil to his allegiance4 ,to be thus outwitted1 made the plaything of his idle hours1 foiled at her own weapons1 was a bitter mortification1 and this1 coupled as it was with a sense of unrequited tenderness1 aroused her almost to madness4 ,the cold1 proud beauty shed tears of vexation and regret4 ,she almost hated ,cecil1 and yet she was conscious that the most bitter drop1 in the cup which had thus been returned to her own lips1 was the assurance that he had never loved her4 ,his quotation of her own remark about his fortune convinced her that he had overheard her plans1 and she was now stimulated by pride to urge their speedy fulfilment4 ,,the ,,last ,,scene4 8,have you heard the news1 ,mr4 ,forrester80 exclaimed ,mrs4 ,dale1 as1 two days after the confidential disclosure of the piazza1 he entered the saloon2 8,ah1 ,i see by your look of innocent surprise1 you are still in blissful ignorance40 8,what has happened80 asked ,cecil carelessly1 8any thing which serves to break the monotony of a seaside existence must be a blessing40 8,i do not know whether you will think it so10 said the lady laughing1 8,miss ,oriel has eloped with ,mr4 ,beauchamp40 8,i am glad of it--from my very soul ,i rejoice at it10 exclaimed ,cecil ,forrester1 while a dark1 vindictive smile gave a most disagreeable expression to his usually fine face4 8,why1 how strangely you look at me10 replied ,mrs4 ,dale1 8what is the matter80 8,nothing--nothing--when did it all happen80 8,did you not see her go out with him to ride last evening8 ,well1 it seems ,mr4 ,beauchamp's servant had been privately despatched to the city with their baggage1 and instead of returning the lovers rode directly to the next town and were married40 8,why did they give themselves so much trouble8 ,if ,beauchamp had asked the old woman she would have dropped a curtsy and thanked him for the offer40 8,there is the mystery of the whole affair2 ,mrs4 ,oriel pretends to be very indignant1 but it is easy to see she is secretly pleased4 ,miss ,oriel has written a letter to ,miss ,grey in which she entreats her to #8break the tidings tenderly to poor ,mamma2' excuses herself on the plea of irresistible affection2 talks of ,mr4 ,beauchamp's ardor and her fear of maternal opposition1 and finishes by requesting ,ellen to #8allow his favorite ,mrs4 ,dale to acquaint ,mr4 ,forrester with her regret at having been the cause of disappointment and sorrow to him4'0 8,what the devil does she mean by that80 8,why to make ,ellen jealous of me and distrustful of you1 and thus disappoint both your love and revenge10 said ,mrs4 ,dale4 8,she shall not attain her ends10 exclaimed ,forrester impetuously1 8,i will tell ,ellen the whole story4 ,i am glad she is actually married to ,beauchamp1 and ,i know the reason he did not want to ask her mother2 he was afraid of inconvenient inquiries40 8,what do you know about him80 8,only this morning ,i met here a person who knows him well4 ,his history is soon told4 ,he was originally bred a tailor1 but1 having a soul above buttons1 he cut the shop1 and has since been hanging on the skirts of society in a manner very different from that intended by his honest old father4 ,his bank stock and sugar plantation may exist in the regions of the moon1 where all things which unaccountably disappear from earth are said to be collected1 his negroes are still on the coast of ,guinea1 and he really lives by his wits4 ,a run of luck at the gaming-table or a lucky bet on the race-course enables him every now and then to pay old debts1 and live for a time like a gentleman until his funds are exhausted1 when he again betakes himself to his vocation40 8,can this be possible80 8,there is no doubt of it2 he is a mere adventurer1 and as ,miss ,oriel is something very similar1 they are #8matched as well as paired4'0 ,cecil ,forrester afforded another proof of the truth of the poet's line1 8,full many a heart is caught in the rebound40 ,the following winter saw him the happy husband of ,ellen ,grey2 while all trace of ,mr4 and ,mrs4 ,beauchamp was lost to their view4 ,about two years later1 when business had compelled ,mr4 ,forrester to visit one of our southern cities1 he strolled into the theatre to get rid of an idle evening1 and as he gazed with listless curiosity on the gorgeous spectacle of ,indian life which occupied the stage1 he was suddenly struck with a familiar tone in the voice and a familiar expression in the countenance of the stately queen of the ,zenana4 ,he looked again1 the resemblance seemed to grow upon him2 he went round to the stage box1 and in that near proximity to the actress all doubt vanished4 ,he looked upon the still resplendent beauty of ,laura ,oriel4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,sights ,,from ,,my ,,window--,,alice4 ,,by ,,rufus ,w4 ,,griswold4 ,i sit beside my window1 ,and see the crowds go by1 ,with joy on every countenance1 ,and hope in every eye1 ,and hear their blended voices1 ,in many a shout and song1 ,borne by the spring's soft breezes ,through all the streets along4 ,and peering through a lattice ,of a humble cottage near1 ,i see a face of beauty1 ,adown which glides a tear1-- ,a rose amid her tresses ,tells that she would be gay1 ,but a thought of some deep sorrow ,drives every smile away4 ,she whom ,i see there weeping1 ,few save myself do know1-- ,a flower in blooming blighted ,by blasts of keenest wo4 ,she has a soul so gentle1 ,that as a harp it seems1 ,which the light airs wake to music ,like that we hear in dreams4 ,a common fate is that poor girl's1 ,which many yet must share1-- ,in the crowd how little know they ,what griefs its members bear6 ,one year ago a radiance ,like sunlight round her played1 ,heart felt1 eyes spoke of gladness1-- ,she was not then betrayed4 ,there was one of gentle manners1 ,who e'er met her with a smile1 ,and a voice so full of kindness1 ,that she could not deem it guile1 ,and her trusting heart she gave him1-- ,she could give to him no more1-- ,oh6 daughter of the poor man1 ,soon thy dream of bliss was o'er6 ',twere vain to tell the story ,of fear1 hope1 and joyous passion2 ,she forgot her father's station1 ,he forsook the halls of fashion2 ,she loved him well--he knew it1-- ',twas a pleasing interlude1 ,fitting to enjoy more keenly ,scenes the poor might ne'er intrude4 ,hark6 the sound of music swelling6-- ,now the crowd are rushing by1 ,horses prancing1 banners flying1 ,shouts ascending to the sky6-- ,there's a sea of life beneath me1 ,and his form is there1-- ,for his fearful sin who spurns him8 ,on his brow what sign of care8 ,i see her now--she trembles-- ,there is phrensy in her eye2 ,her blanchd lip is quivering2 ,there is no good angel nigh2-- ,she falls1--the deep-toned bugle ,breaks on the quiet air2 ,look to the calm blue heaven-- ,that sound--her soul--are there6 ,in the cavalcade she saw him1 ,in his plumes and armor drest1 ,and more closely to her bosom ,his treasured gifts she prest2 ,her eye met his--'twas finished-- ,not a word by tongue was spoken2 ,a cold glance--a look of passion-- ,and her heart was broken6 ,how common are such histories1 ,in the cottage and the hall2 ,from prison bars how many eyes ,look on life's carnival6 ,the joys we seek are phantoms ,that fade ere closed the hand ,in the dark reached forth to grasp them1 ,but the brain receives their brand4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,two ,,dukes4 ,,by ,,ann ,s4 ,,stephens4 7,concluded from page #bde47 ,the duke saw his wife1 and at first seemed willing to avoid her1 but after moving forward a step or two1 he turned back1 took her hand in his with an energy that startled her1 and pressing his lips to it1 turned away and hurried on with the guard still surrounding him4 ,the duchess stood gazing after him1 filled with strange apprehension4 ,the force with which he had wrung her hand was still painful1 and there was an expression in his face which made her heart sink with sad forebodings4 ,what had befallen him8 ,where was her daughter--and why did he1 who so seldom forgot the etiquette of his high station1 take leave of her thus1 when only going forth for a morning8 ,as the gentle and yet proud lady stood pondering these things in her mind1 the old counsellor1 whom we have mentioned1 returned slowly up the corridor1 and approaching her with touching reverence1 told her all4 ,she thanked him1 tried to smile as she extended her hand--but in the effort her strength gave way1 and she fell pale and helpless on the stone floor4 ,the old man lifted her in his arms1 and carrying her to the ,lady ,jane ,seymour's room1 placed her on the bed1 and bathed her temples with water1 which he laved from a silver basin with his hand1 till at last he went forth in despair to call assistance1 for she lay upon the glowing counterpane pale and still1 like a draped statue reposing in the purple gloom which filled the chamber2 and for many long hours the lady who had always seemed so quiet1 proud1 and almost void of feeling1 remained as one dead4 ,it was half an hour before ,lady ,jane was informed of her mother's condition4 ,she was still in her father's closet1 with her hand locked in that of ,lord ,dudley1 and her large troubled eyes bent earnestly upon him1 as he spoke to her in a voice so deep1 so earnest and impassioned1 that every tone thrilled through her heart with a power that made it tremble4 8,do not look at me thus4 ,in the name of heaven1 speak to me1 ,jane4 ,i have not done this2 it is no fault of mine4 ,do ,i not love you8--ay1 and will forever6 ,i will follow my father1 beseech him1 kneel to him if needs be1 and put an end to this dreadful contest2 but speak to me first--my own--my dearest--say that you will struggle for power to aid me that--nay1 ,jane1 nay1 do not shrink from me2 one kiss--one look1 to prove you love me as before1 and ,i will go at once4 ,all will terminate well--,god bless you60 ,as the young man finished his hurried speech1 he lifted the young girl from his bosom1 where she had fallen in utter abandonment to her tenderness and grief1 pressed her forehead with his lips again and again--then folding her to his heart once more1 he carried her to the chair her father had just occupied1 and placing her within it1 was about to leave the room4 ,lady ,jane put back the long ringlets that had fallen over her face with both hands1 and looked after him through the tears that almost blinded her4 ,then rising to her feet1 she tottered toward him with outstretched arms1 and when he turned for a last look1 sprang forward and wound them almost convulsively round his neck4 ,it was but the paroxysm of a moment1 for scarcely did she feel his clasp together about her1 when she drew gently back1 checked the tears that gushed into her eyes afresh1 and spoke breathlessly1 as one whose very heart was ebbing with the words1 as they came laden with pain to her lips-- 8,it is in vain1 ,dudley1 all in vain4 ,there have been words and deeds1 this day1 between your father and mine1 which must separate us forever4 ,farewell60 ,he would have expostulated1 have soothed her with hopes which had no foundation in his own mind1 for his thoughts were in confusion1 and his heart seemed ready to break with contending feelings2 but as he spoke1 her slender fingers wreathed themselves convulsively around his hand1 her face was uplifted to his for a moment1 and she glided swiftly through the door and along the corridor to the chamber where her mother was lying1 and left him standing bewildered and in pain1 as if a guardian spirit had been frightened from its brooding place in his heart4 99 99 99 99 99 ,in an apartment belonging to that portion of the tower occupied by the sovereigns of ,england sat a pale1 slender boy reading4 ,the room was furnished in a style of magnificence1 befitting one of high rank and of habits more elegant and studious than were usual to the court of ,henry the ,eighth during his reign4 ,the books which it contained were richly bound1 and some of them encrusted with jewels2 all had clasps either of silver or of gold1 and a portion were entirely filled with manuscript in the hand-writing of the late ,king ,henry4 ,tall windows cut deep into the massive walls in one side of the room filled it with light4 ,the massive stone sills were cushioned with velvet1 and upon the cushions1 musical instruments of the most precious wood and inlaid with gold1 had been flung down1 as if their owner had become weary of one amusement only to seek another4 ,the boy arose from his easy leathern chair1 and moving toward the window1 ran his fingers thoughtfully over the strings of a lute that lay on the cushion1 gazing idly through the glass at a court below1 as he was thus occupied4 ,after a moment he sauntered back to the chair1 took up the volume of manuscript which he had left open on a small and curiously carved table standing near the window1 and sinking once more to his seat he began to read again1 but the book seemed to fatigue him at last1 so allowing it to sink1 still open1 to his lap1 the youth gradually sank to a fit of abstracted musing1 and sat with his head resting on his hand1 and his large eyes fixed dreamily on the face of a great ebony clock which stood opposite the window1 its burnished face glittering through a whole bower of carved wood1 and its huge pendulum swaying to and fro with a dull1 sleepy motion1 well calculated to continue the state of languid thoughtfulness into which the youth had fallen4 ,as ,king ,edward the ,sixth--for the boy was no less a personage--sat musing1 thus languid from ill health1 and rendered somewhat more sad than usual from the manuscript and book which he had been reading1 a page entered1 and before he had time to speak1 ,lord ,dudley1 son of the reigning protector1 followed him into the room4 ,the young nobleman looked pale and much agitated1 and ,edward himself seemed a little startled by his abrupt entrance1 for he was so little accustomed to being consulted on matters regarding the welfare of his kingdom1 that any person thus nearly connected with the ,lord ,protector became an object of nervous dread to him2 for such persons seldom interrupted his retirement except to counsel some change of residence1 or dictate regarding his personal habits1 which to a person naturally shy1 and rendered sensitive by illness1 was always a subject to be dreaded1 but never opposed4 ,it was therefore with something of dismay in his pale features1 that ,edward received his visiter4 ,dudley advanced close to the king's chair1 and sinking to one knee1 pressed his lips reverently to the slender hand which the royal youth extended with habitual courtsey1 though a languid and deprecatory smile1 rather than one of welcome1 stole over his lip4 8,my lord10 he said in a voice low and almost femininely sweet1 8,i am not well to-day1 but if your good father recommends that we remove to ,windsor1 let the household be prepared2 he is the best judge1 though in his strong health and great energy he does sometimes tax our weakness a thought too far with these sudden removals40 ,edward motioned the young nobleman to arise as he spoke1 and when he still retained a kneeling posture1 looked in his face with something of astonishment4 8,my liege10 said ,dudley in a respectful and low voice1 8,i did not come from my father4 ,alas1 since he became ,duke of ,northumberland and ,protector of this realm1 there has been little of confidence between us4 ,i have come to you1 my liege1 on a subject dear as my own life1 one which ,i dare not again intrude upon him1 though every feeling of friendship and honor should make him listen to my prayer40 8,of what speak you80 said ,edward apprehensively1 while his large eyes wandered from the young nobleman's face to other objects in the room1 as if he would gladly have avoided any subject of interest1 8of whom speak you--and of what80 8,i would speak1 my liege1 of the duke1 your highness' uncle1 of his suffering wife and daughter1 who now lie with him1 prisoned within these very walls2 ,i would claim that justice and clemency at your hands1 which ,i have sought and knelt for in vain1 at the feet of my own father40 ,the king sank back into his chair1 and passed his pale hand across his forehead1 as if the subject were not only a painful one but not entirely comprehended in its full import4 8,we know10 he said at length1 8that our uncle has been found or thought guilty of many evil practices against the good people of our realm1 and that our present able protector has seen it best to imprison him for a season2 but we did not know that our noble aunt and sweet cousin ,jane were the companions of his captivity4 ,pray1 can you inform us1 my good lord1 how this all happened8 ,of what wrong has our sweet playmate and cousin been accused1 that she too must be drawn from her home8 ,his ,grace of ,northumberland forgets that the same blood which fills the veins of his king fills hers also2 pray explain1 my lord4 ,we have no power to sift all the evil practices of our government1 but even his grace1 your father1 must be careful how he deals with one of our mother's house40 ,the feeble youth became animated with a spirit which surprised ,lord ,dudley1 as he uttered these words4 ,a bright flush spread over his cheeks1 and his eyes sparkled with the excitement which sprang both from disease and a resentful feeling1 perhaps the most violent that ever visited his gentle heart4 ,naturally kind and most affectionate in his nature1 he had always clung with fondness to those members of his family connected with his mother1 and1 since her birth1 the ,lady ,jane had been his especial favorite4 ,it therefore aroused all the strong feelings of royal pride in his heart to hear that a creature so pure and delicate had been1 through an abuse of power1 made the inmate of a prison4 ,nor was he better reconciled to the fact when ,dudley informed him that it was through her own affectionate desire to mitigate the confinement of her persecuted parent that she had abandoned all to follow him4 ,the youthful monarch was touched by an act of devotion such as his own heart would have prompted1 and he questioned ,lord ,dudley regarding the arbitrary power by which the fallen protector had been imprisoned1 with a degree of energy1 and an evident determination to know the exact position of affairs1 which astonished as much as it pleased the anxious nobleman4 ,lord ,dudley's was a difficult and painful explanation4 ,it was scarcely possible to place the proceedings against the ,duke of ,somerset in a favorable light before the young king1 without in some degree exposing the conduct of his own parent to condemnation4 ,still he had entered the presence of his sovereign with a firm resolve to explain all1 and throw himself and his hopes on the generosity of a mere boy1 and an invalid1 who had ever been completely controlled by his guardians1 those guardians the very men whom he was called upon to brave4 ,it was with faint hopes1 that ,dudley undertook this last appeal1 when all other efforts to assist his friends failed1 and when he had done speaking1 when he saw the feeble youth lying back in his chair1 pale and exhausted from the emotions which his narrative had excited1 he felt almost condemned1 that any motive could have induced him to disturb the repose of a being so fragile and sensitive4 8,my liege1 my kind1 gracious master10 said the young man1 starting to his feet as the overpowered monarch sank back to his chair1 faint1 pale1 and with his golden lashes quivering upon his thin cheeks as they closed his eyes2 8my gracious king1 forgive me that ,i have thus intruded--that for any reason ,i have disturbed a repose which should be sacred to the whole nation2 but the persecution of a being so fair--so good--one whom ,i have long looked upon as my future wife--who is now suffering and in prison0-- ,dudley broke off abruptly1 for all at once the hectic color rushed back into the king's face1 and his languid blue eyes kindled with the brilliancy of a spirit1 for the first time1 thoroughly aroused4 8,were we indeed a king10 he said1 8a true1 free king as our father was1 and not the invalid child which men see in us1 these things could not happen4 ,no man would dare to enter the councils of a nation and cast their leaders into prison without the sanction1 nay1 command of his monarch4 ,but1 alas6 there is not in the kingdom a being more completely held in thrall than ourself6 ,until now1 we were scarcely made aware of the persecution which has been so ruthlessly urged against our uncle--but it shall not be6 ,the new duke1 thy father1 must not thus abuse the authority with which the council1 rather than ourself1 has invested him60 ,edward arose1 excited to some degree of strength by the indignation of his generous heart1 and walked up and down the room once or twice1 as if to tranquilize his spirit1 then seating himself once more1 he requested ,lord ,dudley to explain the cause and all the particulars of ,somerset's arrest4 ,it was a difficult task which the young monarch imposed on his visiter2 for ,dudley loved his father1 and it was impossible to enter into the desired explanation without1 in some degree1 implicating him2 but a sense of justice1 and that true love which brought him to ,edward's presence1 urged him to obedience1 and while he so guarded each word as to cast as little blame as possible on his own parent1 he pleaded the cause of his friends with a degree of enthusiasm that aroused all the love of justice and family affection1 which were strong and predominating qualities in the heart of the youthful monarch4 ,edward sat perfectly still1 shading his eyes with his small1 thin hand1 till ,dudley had finished speaking2 and even for several moments after1 he remained motionless1 and as if lost in thought4 ,at last1 he allowed the hand to drop from his eyes1 and looked up4 8,my lord10 he said1 in a firm1 clear voice1 8you have acted rightly and well in laying this subject before us4 ,our reign may be a brief one1 but it shall be marked1 at least1 by one act of justice4 ,come hither again after nightfall4 ,meantime we will consider the subject and decide what can best be done40 ,dudley bent his knee reverently1 kissed the pale hand extended toward him1 and left the presence4 ,as his fine1 healthy form disappeared through the door1 and the vigorous footfall of youth and firm health sounded back from the corridor1 ,edward looked after him1 smiled very sadly1 and sinking down to his chair1 exhausted with the scene1 murmured3 8,how well he is6 how full of life and hope6 and ,i--0 ,he covered his face with both hands1 and tears trickled through his fingers1 till they fell like rain amid the sables that lined his robe4 8,and yet10 he added at last1 removing his hands and wiping away the tears1 while a brighter expression stole over his face1 8and yet ,i have the power to make him happy--and ,jane1 my sweet cousin4 ,let me act while ,i have yet strength60 ,edward arose once more1 unlocked a miniature cabinet which stood upon the table1 and taking out a small golden flask1 drank off its contents4 ,the potion seemed to compose and strengthen him2 a color came to his lips1 and his eyes had within them that strange1 glittering fire which springs from artificial excitement4 ,a small branch of twisted ebony1 hung with a cluster of tiny bells1 lay upon the table4 ,the king took it up1 and rang the bells till the apartment seemed haunted in every nook and corner with a gush of fairy music4 ,as the sound died away1 the door was opened1 and a page presented himself1 evidently much astonished at the energy with which his summons had been rung4 8,go to the lieutenant of the tower10 said ,edward1 promptly1 as the page advanced to receive his orders4 8,tell him that the king desires his presence without delay40 ,the boy disappeared instantly2 and when his companions in the ante-room crowded near to know why it was that a sound so full and bold had summoned him1 in place of the faint1 silvery tinkle which usually came from the king's apartment1 he put on a look of profound mystery1 and1 after describing the change which had come upon his royal master1 gave it as his decided opinion1 that something very tremendous and extraordinary was about to happen1 but what the event might be he was not at liberty to inform them4 ,this much he would1 perhaps1 venture to say4 ,the lieutenant of the tower would soon be ordered to present himself before the king1 and after that something might transpire to surprise them all4 ,with these profound sayings1 the boy departed from the ante-room1 putting on his plumed cap with an important air1 and placing a finger to his saucy red lips1 in token of secrecy1 as he looked back in passing through the door4 ,after an absence of half an hour1 the page returned1 following the lieutenant of the tower1 for whom he ceremoniously held the door opening to ,king ,edward's chamber4 ,the lieutenant passed in to the royal apartment1 while his young escort closed the door after him1 dexterously managing to leave it unlatched1 and sufficiently ajar to command1 for himself1 a view of all that was passing within1 while he stood toying with his cap1 and1 as his companions supposed1 retaining his station merely to be within hearing of the king's bell4 ,so little had ,edward mingled in the affairs of his nation1 that1 for the first time in his life1 he addressed an officer of his kingdom in the man who stood before him1 who stood lost in astonishment at a summons so strange and unexpected4 ,though a little restrained and shy in his manner1 from almost constant illness and seclusion1 there was a degree of quiet dignity about the young king's bearing as he extended his hand to raise the lieutenant from his kneeling posture1 that well became his station and his royal nature4 8,we have sent to command your presence1 sir lieutenant1 somewhat against our usual habit2 having been informed1 to-day1 that our uncle1 the ,duke of ,somerset1 with the gentle ladies of his household1 have been placed prisoners under your care4 ,our desire is1 that they be discharged the tower1 at once1 and sent1 with all due honor in our own royal barge1 to the duke's palace on the ,strand4 ,you are commanded to see to this2 retaining only1 in pledge1 the solemn word of our uncle1 that he present himself before us1 his king1 in three days1 to be confronted with his accusers1 and to answer the charges brought against him40 ,edward slightly waved his hand1 when he finished speaking1 as if he deemed farther conversation or ceremony unnecessary2 and1 after thus quietly expressing his wishes1 desired to be alone4 ,the lieutenant was a shrewd man1 who held his station under favor of ,northumberland1 and who had been taught1 like most of his fellow subjects1 to regard the king as a mere shadow in his own realm4 ,he was taken by surprise--so completely deprived of all presence of mind1 by a command totally unexpected1 and most important in its nature1 that for a moment he stood gazing hard upon the floor1 completely at a loss how to act1 or what to say4 ,at last1 he cast a furtive look on the young monarch1 who stood tranquilly regarding him1 but instantly turning his eyes away1 again bowed almost to the ground1 and said1 in a soft1 deprecating voice1 that he would mention the king's desire to the ,lord ,protector forthwith1 and that he would1 doubtless1 sign the order necessary for a release of the noble prisoner4 ,a fire1 like that in the eye of an angry falcon1 shot into the large1 blue orbs which ,edward fixed upon his officer4 ,a streak of crimson flashed across his forehead2 his slight figure was drawn proudly up1 and1 as his velvet robe1 with its heavy facings of sables1 fell back and swept the floor1 there was a majesty in his look which well became a son of ,henry the ,eighth4 ,after regarding the confused lieutenant a second1 with a glance1 which made that personage more desirous to leave the room than he had even been to enter it1 the young monarch turned away1 saying1 in the same calm and tranquil tone in which his first command had been given-- 8,the ,king of ,england will write his own orders--wait40 ,seating himself by the table1 ,edward took up a pen1 and though his fingers trembled with weakness upon the parchment1 wrote and signed an order for his uncle's release1 the first and last legal document that his own free will ever originated4 ,after it was written1 he took up a small agate cup1 perforated in the side1 and after shaking a quantity of gold dust over the damp ink1 he folded the parchment and held it toward the still irresolute lieutenant4 ,there was something in the manner with which all this was done2 so quiet1 so firm and full of dignity1 that1 in spite of himself1 the officer was awed by a feeling of respect which could not be resisted4 ,bending his knee1 he reverently took the parchment1 pressed his lips to the hand which extended it1 and left the presence1 irresolute how to act1 and yet deprived of sufficient courage to resist the command of his sovereign4 ,as the page ran forward to open a door which led from the ante-room to a corridor1 through which the lieutenant was obliged to pass1 he saw1 at the farther extremity1 the ,duke of ,northumberland1 now ,lord ,protector1 moving toward the king's apartments1 followed by some half dozen retainers whom he left near the entrance1 while he advanced to meet the lieutenant with a look of surprise and displeasure at seeing him there4 ,the page observed that when the duke and his officer met1 they conversed earnestly and with considerable animation together1 but in low voices1 and all the time looking suspiciously around to be certain that no person was within hearing4 ,they were thus engaged for more than ten minutes1 while the restless page stood1 with the door in his hand1 regarding them through a crevice thus conveniently created to gratify his curiosity4 8,now10 said he1 muttering to himself as he softly swung back the door a little to increase his opportunity of survey--8now1 if ,i could but steal through without making these rusty hinges sound an alarm1 it would be rare pastime to creep along the wall and hear what treason those lofty old fellows are plotting4 ,it is no light matter1 ,i'll warrant--see1 how the tall old duke clutches his fingers and bends his dark forehead over his eyes till one can scarcely see them1 beneath the hoary brows--see1 his lips are pressing hard upon each other like a vice--now is his turn to speak--nay1 if ,i were master lieutenant now1 beshrew me6 but ,i should get away from that beautiful old gentleman without waiting to say #8by your leave6' ,there he stands1 looking the king a thousand times more than my young master yonder1 and ,i doubt not berating that poor lieutenant1 as if he were a hound4 ,see1 how slowly1 and with what a manner he lifts that right hand1 holding the finger up1 and shaking it before the poor lieutenant as if it were the blade of a dagger4 ,beshrew me6 but ,i must learn more of this game--the corridor is half in shadow1 and they can but kick me out1 like a troublesome dog1 if ,i am discovered--so be quiet1 latch and hinge1 if you can1 for once40 ,as the boy half muttered1 half thought these words1 he gently pushed back the door1 and was about forcing himself through the opening1 but a noise1 created by the rusty hinges1 was not the only means of betraying his attempt4 ,a space large enough to admit his body also served to fling a line of light far into the dim corridor1 which startled the two persons he was regarding more than a noise could have done4 ,they both turned and looked keenly toward the door4 ,the duke uttered a brief sentence and moved on1 waving his hand imperatively to the lieutenant4 ,he also went down the passage1 and passing the group of attendants in a hurried manner1 disappeared through a door at the opposite extremity1 through which the duke had entered the corridor4 ,meantime the page1 finding himself in danger of detection1 had escaped to his post near the king's chamber4 ,when ,northumberland approached1 he arose from the bench on which he had flung himself1 looked up from beneath the feathers of his cap1 with a sleepy yawn1 and moved forward to announce the ,lord ,protector1 rubbing his eyes as he went1 and laughing with silent mischief beneath the concealment of his drooping plumes4 ,as the duke passed him at the door1 he paused an instant and fixed a keen glance on his face1 which the boy returned by taking off his cap1 and bending his curly head almost to the ground1 while1 with the most frank and cheerful of all voices1 he prayed for long life to the noble ,lord ,protector4 ,if ,northumberland had any suspicion of the boy at first1 it was half disarmed by that clear voice and the handsome face sparkling with intelligence lifted to his4 ,there was something mischievous and yet affectionate and pleasing in it1 which brought a smile to his own face as1 with careless munificence1 he flung a piece of gold into the boy's cap and entered the king's chamber4 ,the page was not so much elated by the gift but that he would have been at his old trick of listening once more2 but after advancing a pace into the chamber1 ,northumberland turned back1 looked at the urchin with a half smile1 and closed the door himself4 ,a laugh from his companions1 who witnessed his defeat from another end of the room1 sent a flood of crimson over the boy's face1 but shaking his curls with an air of good-natured bravado1 he gave the golden coin a triumphant toss1 which sent it flashing like a star up into the sunshine which poured through a neighboring window1 and catching it in his hand again1 sprang forward and joined the laugh merrily as the most gleeful among them4 ,instantly1 the noisy troop were silenced by a sharp bell-tone from the king's chamber4 8,hush60 said the page1 balancing the coin on his finger and eyeing it with a roguish look as he bent his head to listen4 8,that was the crusty old duke6 such fellows hate an honest laugh as ,king ,harry did holy water6 they would keep us cooped up here like a flock of pigeons without the privilege of a coo4 ,hark6 again1 ,i must keep quiet till the old one is away1 and then we will try a game of chuck farthing in the corridor1 if we can get this shiner changed into half crowns and farthings40 ,so1 grasping his fingers over the gold1 the page nodded to his companions1 leaving them half terrified by the thoughts that their merriment had reached--not the king1 he was too good and lenient to chide them for harmless mirth--but the stern duke1 whom they all feared beyond measure4 ,the page looked back upon them1 as he entered the chamber1 tried to smile and seem courageous1 though he was half frightened out of his wits--and the next instant stood in the presence of his sovereign1 with his bright1 black eyes--half concealed by their long lashes--bent to the floor1 and a brilliant red burning through the ringlets that fell over his cheek4 ,he seemed the very picture of a living and healthy ,cupid in disgrace4 8,what noise was it that reached us but now from the ante-room80 said the ,lord ,protector1 sternly1 as the boy appeared before him4 8,is it with this rudeness and riot you surround the chamber of our invalid king8 ,begone1 sirrah6 strip off the royal livery at once and return to your mother1 if you have one40 ,the boy lifted his face to that of the stern duke and his cheek dimpled even while it turned white with fear1 a smile was so natural to it4 ,but when the last cruel words were spoken1 the long lashes drooped over his eyes again and grew heavy with moisture4 ,he turned away from the face frowning upon him1 and1 kneeling at the king's feet1 lifted his eyes--now full of tears--to those of his master and said1 8,i have no mother40 ,edward's kind heart was deeply touched by the sadness with which this was said4 ,he was but a youth himself1 and forgetful of his dignity and of all but the sweet1 pleading face lifted to his1 he laid his thin hand upon the curls which fell back from it1 and would have kissed the forehead1 but an exclamation from ,northumberland warned him of the impropriety4 ,still the page had seen the impulse and the generous tears which filled the mild eyes of his master4 ,his young heart swelled with grateful affection1 and1 burying his head in ,edward's robe1 he sobbed aloud4 8,poor boy6 he is an orphan like ourself4 ,you will not send him hence1 my lord duke10 said the young king1 turning his face with an anxious and almost pleading look upon his guardian4 8,the offence was not heavy2 and see how penitent he is40 8,the offence not heavy1 my liege80 replied the duke harshly1 8have ,i not given orders that no sound shall disturb your highness' repose1 and notwithstanding this1 am ,i not distracted almost in my first private audience by the riotous mirth of this urchin and his mates80 8,nay1 we have ourself somewhat to blame in this--having little cause for merriment in our own heart1 and pining here day after day--for1 alas6 kings have no companions--it has sometimes been a comfort to hear the merry laugh of these thoughtless boys--to know that cheerfulness is not shut out from our presence forever4 ,that health and laughter--which is its music--is yet a thing of earth2 though1 alas6 a blessing which we may witness1 but never enjoy4 ,shut out the sunshine which smiles through these windows1 the stars which at night time glimmer through that narrow line of glass1 and which we have learned to read when pain has made our couch sleepless1 till they have become as old friends2 break yon lute1 whose music is to this faint heart like the voice of a good child to its parent1 and1 above all1 send away the cheerful voices which sometimes fill the next room1 and you have wrested from the ,king of ,england the only fragment of his inheritance that was ever his40 ,the page looked up as his master was speaking1 the tears were checked in his eyes1 and he knelt breathlessly1 as one who listened to the voice of an angel4 ,the proud ,northumberland turned his eyes from the pale1 spiritual face of his royal ward1 and bent them on the floor4 ,there was a look of patient suffering in those features which touched his better nature2 something in the sad1 broken-hearted feelings which filled that voice1 which found a passage to his soul1 even through the selfishness and ambition that encased it4 ,other thoughts1 too1 were busy in his mind4 ,he had a point to carry with the young monarch--a difficult and doubtful one4 ,his animosity against the page only arose from resentment1 excited by his conversation with the lieutenant1 and some faint suspicion that he had played the listener while that conversation was held4 ,a moment's reflection convinced him that to have heard any part of his conference1 from the distance at which he had caught a glimpse of the boy in the corridor1 was impossible2 so1 resolving to make his concession the means of obtaining a much greater one from the king1 ,northumberland determined to seem won to mercy by sympathy and regard for his ward4 ,while these thoughts were passing through the mind of that crafty man1 ,edward remained in his chair1 supporting his head with one hand1 while the other still lay caressingly1 and half buried amid the bright ringlets of the kneeling culprit1 who gathered the royal robe between his small hands1 and kissed the glowing velvet with grateful eagerness1 while his bright face was again deluged with tears--such tears as can only know their birth in a warm1 wayward1 and affectionate nature4 8,forgive the pain my zeal in behalf of a health so precarious has occasioned10 said the duke1 advancing graciously to the king1 while his face relapsed into one of those bland smiles which sometimes beamed like magic over his proud features4 8,heaven forbid that anything which is dear to your highness1 however faulty1 should be condemned by one whose first aim is to render his king happy6 ,let the boy go at once6 ,far be it from me to desire his chastisement4 ,go1 sirrah10 he added1 taking hold of the boy's arm and lifting him from his knees1 but still giving to the action and words a tone of good-natured encouragement1 8go to the ante-room2 here is another piece of gold to repay the fright we have given you40 ,the page stood up2 his checks flushed once more beneath the tears that stained them4 ,he looked upon the proffered gold1 and1 with a motion of the head1 betraying both pride and boyish petulance1 seemed about to refuse it1 but a glance from his master1 and something in the duke's eye which awed him1 checked the resentful impulse1 and taking the gold1 with half muttered thanks1 he knelt once more at ,edward's feet1 kissed the hand which was kindly extended1 and bursting into tears again1 left the chamber4 ,the moment he reached the ante-room1 our page flung himself on a bench1 and burying his face in the tapestry that cushioned it1 sobbed aloud4 ,his companions gathered about him in dismay1 anxious to learn the cause of his tears2 but it was a long time before he would reply to their questions4 ,at last he started up1 dashed the two pieces of gold on the stone floor till they rang again1 and told his friends to take them up--fling them into the court below--toss them for farthings--do anything with them--but protested that he would never touch them again4 ,after this ebullition of boyish wrath1 he gave a glowing description of the tyranny which had been practised upon him by the duke2 of the goodness of his royal master2 and of the great danger which had threatened them all4 ,whereupon1 they jointly and severally entered into a contract never to laugh again during the whole course of their lives--a resolution they persisted in keeping for a full half hour1 when our young hero set them all into convulsions by a most ludicrous imitation of the protector's manner as he took leave of the lieutenant4 ,when this new burst of merriment died away1 the group of youngsters stood for a while frightened by their own boldness1 and expecting each moment to hear another summons to the royal chamber2 but instead of the sound they feared1 came another which overwhelmed them with surprise4 ,it was the voice of their royal master1 louder than any one had ever heard it before1 and powerful with strong feeling4 ,the duke's voice was also heard1 sometimes stern and almost disrespectfully harsh1 again soothing and persuasive1 with something of that cajolery in its tone which one might expect from the hired nurse of a wayward child4 ,while these unusual sounds were continued in the king's apartment1 the pages gradually drew nearer to the door1 till they could command some broken sentences of what was passing within4 ,at length the king's voice grew fainter and less distinct4 ,northumberland now and then uttered a brief sentence1 and his heavy footsteps were plainly heard as he strode up and down the room4 ,at last a sharp ringing of the bells sent the listeners to a distant part of the room1 where they stood gazing in each other's faces1 uncertain whether they ought to obey the summons or not4 ,their doubts were speedily relieved1 for the door was flung open and the ,duke of ,northumberland appeared1 looking pale and much agitated4 ,he beckoned with his hand1 and the page that we have mentioned so often entered the chamber4 ,he found the king lying back in his chair1 faint and pale as death2 his lips were perfectly bloodless1 and though he seemed insensible1 the silken vest worn beneath his robe was agitated by the quick and terrible beating of the heart it covered4 ,with instinctive affection1 the page untied the silken fastenings of his master's dress1 and exposing the delicate neck and chest1 which heaved and throbbed as if the heart were forcing a passage through1 he commenced chafing it with his hands1 till the agitation became less painful and apparent4 ,at length1 ,edward unclosed his eyes and drawing his doublet together with a trembling hand1 tried to sit up4 ,northumberland advanced and seemed about to address him1 but he shrank back with a nervous shudder4 ,after a moment1 he got up again and would have spoken1 but his lips only trembled2 he had no strength to utter a word4 ,northumberland walked to a window1 where he stood some time with his arms folded1 gazing gloomily through the thick glass4 ,still the page knelt by his master1 chafing his hands1 and folding the robe over his feet with that kind assiduity which bespoke an affectionate nature4 ,at length ,edward spoke1 and the duke turned eagerly from the window1 evidently relieved by this proof that his late attack would not be immediately fatal4 8,my lord10 said the king1 faintly1 8you see how impossible it is that this subject can be discussed farther4 ,i beseech your grace1 have my wishes obeyed1 both regarding your son and all the parties concerned40 ,again ,northumberland's brow darkened1 and he seemed about to expostulate1 but ,edward looked him gravely in the face and added1 8,it must be so1 my lord duke1 or ,england will not brook the imprisonment of a protector who1 with all his faults1 knew how to respect the rights of his king40 ,the color forsook ,northumberland's face1 but still he frowned and looked unyielding4 ,edward arose feebly from his chair1 and leaning upon the shoulder of his page1 moved toward an inner bed-chamber4 ,the duke saw by this movement that all hope of further conference was cut off1 and feeling himself baffled and forced to act against his wishes by a mere youth1 he once more forgot his usual crafty composure and the respect due to his sovereign4 8,my liege10 he said1 almost imperatively1 8this is requiring too much2 ,i cannot grant it40 ,edward turned so as to face the angry noble1 and while still supported by the page1 answered mildly1 but with the same steady will as before1 8,my ,lord of ,northumberland10 he said1 8either our uncle1 the ,duke of ,somerset1 returns to his palace to-morrow as we have directed1 or on the next day he goes there ,lord ,protector of ,england40 ,with a slight wave of the hand1 and with his features contracted with the pain which his effort to speak occasioned1 ,edward turned away and passed into his bedchamber without waiting for a reply1 which1 in truth1 ,northumberland was unable to give1 so completely was he astounded by what had already been said4 ,the page would have called other assistance when ,edward reached his bedchamber1 but the invalid prevented him1 and after having the points of his dress untied1 lay down upon the bed1 faint and exhausted4 ,the boy moved about him with that soft1 gentle tread so grateful in the chamber of an invalid4 ,he smoothed the pillows1 drew the counterpane of embossed velvet over the recumbent monarch1 and1 taking some scented woods from a closet1 flung them into a brasier that stood in the fire-place1 and nursed the flame beneath till the chamber was filled with a soft1 drowsy atmosphere1 grateful to the sense1 and almost certain to produce tranquil sleep4 ,then he would steal once more to the bed1 pull back the voluminous curtains1 and bend over the pale form resting there till his dimpled cheek1 so damask and healthy1 almost touched that of the monarch1 and the wreath of his bright curls fell amid the damp masses of hair which swept over the pillow1 in a contrast that was lovely and yet painful to behold4 ,when satisfied that his master was asleep1 the boy stole softly from the chamber1 as had always been his habit1 to await the time of his waking in the next room4 ,he started with surprise on seeing it still occupied by the ,duke of ,northumberland1 who stood before the window gazing sternly into the court below1 and evidently lost in a train of most unpleasant thoughts4 ,when the boy entered he started impatiently1 and1 clearing the frown from his face with an effort1 crossed the room4 8,tell your master10 he said1 addressing the page1 8tell your master that his wishes shall be obeyed--say that all shall be in readiness by eight this evening20 and with these words ,northumberland left the royal apartments4 ,either the protector's voice aroused ,edward1 or he had not slept1 for scarcely was the door closed when his voice summoned the page to his bedside4 ,when the duke's message was repeated to him1 a smile of satisfaction settled on his face1 and he sank into a tranquil slumber4 ,after awhile those usually quiet apartments were full of bustle and preparation4 ,attendants passed in and out2 pages were seen running to and fro with mysterious faces4 ,more than one laden wherry untied its contents at the tower stairs1 and everything bespoke the approach of some uncommon event4 99 99 99 99 99 ,one little month had scarcely passed when the ,duke of ,somerset1 bereft of wealth and station1 sat in a gloomy prison room of the tower1 expecting each moment to be dragged forth to trial1 and1 perhaps1 an ignominious death4 ,it was a large room1 but so dimly lighted that persons sitting together looked sallow and careworn in the dusky atmosphere that filled it4 ,the very sunbeams forced themselves sluggishly through the high window1 as if rusted by the masses of old iron which blocked their passage1 and were lost1 long before they reached the floor1 in a web of ragged and dusty cobwebs1 which covered the ceiling like mouldering tapestry1 moth-eaten and turning to dust where it hung4 ,there1 on the gloomy floor of this desolate place1 sat the prisoner1 striving to read by the unhealthy light1 which was only sufficient to make the effort a painful one4 ,he lifted his eyes to the grating with an impatient exclamation1 and1 flinging his book on the floor1 began pacing up and down the stone flags4 ,instantly a figure started forward from an inner room and lifted the book2 while the sweet1 pale face of ,lady ,jane ,seymour was raised for a moment to that of her suffering parent1 as he moved rapidly up and down the room4 ,she laid the book once more upon the flags1 and exerted all her frail strength to move the chair her father had occupied to a station nearer the window4 ,this done1 she again lifted the ponderous volume with her two fair hands1 smoothed out the dark letter page which had been doubled in the fall1 and bearing it to the duke1 besought him to sit down1 while she read aloud to him4 ,somerset paused a moment in his walk1 impelled by the persuasive but sad tones of his child2 but confinement had made him irritable2 so1 extricating his disordered cloak from the slight grasp which she had fixed upon it1 he pushed the book from him with a violence which sent it crashing to the floor again1 and resumed his restless occupation4 ,the book had fallen upon the flags1 with its broad leaves downward1 and crushed beneath the heavy binding1 that1 with the ringing of the heavy clasps1 as they struck the stones1 brought another person into the room1 but so changed1 so thin1 and broken-hearted in appearance1 that few persons who had seen the dignified1 proud1 and lovely ,duchess of ,somerset1 in her high estate1 could have recognised her as she stood within the sickly atmosphere of her husband's dungeon4 ,the gentle lady moved across the room1 her rich1 but now soiled1 vestments sweeping the dusty floor as she passed2 while her daughter was patiently occupied in smoothing the pages which had been injured in their fall1 and in brushing away the dust which they had gathered1 she approached her husband1 placed a hand upon his arm1 and looked with a sad smile into his face4 8,the apartment within is less gloomy than this10 she said2 8come and sit with us2 you1 who never failed to share the sunshine of life with us1 should not thus brood alone1 now that sorrow has befallen us4 ,come60 ,somerset turned abruptly from his noble wife1 and to conceal the emotions her sweet1 patient manner had awakened1 rather than from continued moodiness of spirit1 he still paced up and down the darkest part of his dungeon1 with all the appearance of continued irritation1 for he was ashamed of the tears which1 in spite of himself1 sprang to his eyes on witnessing his gentle and yet proud wife so fallen and so patient in her ruin4 ,the duchess was rendered quick-sighted by affection1 and1 speaking in a low voice to her daughter1 the two left the fallen man to the liberty of grief4 ,the room which they entered was scarcely superior to the other1 but more light was admitted to it2 and where is the spot so dark1 or so full of discomfort1 that a loving and intelligent woman cannot give some domestic charm to it8 ,when the unfortunate lady and her still more unfortunate child left their palace home1 and besought permission to share the confinement of a husband and a father1 they had been permitted to bring a few objects of comfort to cheer the desolation which surrounded him4 ,several leathern chairs1 and a stool or two1 cushioned and embroidered by the fair beings who selected them for that reason1 stood within the room4 ,lady ,jane had swept and garnished the stone floor with her own delicate hands1 all unused as they had been to such menial service4 ,a rude table was there1 a few favorite books lay upon it1 and a lute1 the companion of many a happy1 childhood hour1 was now taken up by that gentle girl1 that its sweet tones might soothe the moody spirit of the proud man1 who seemed scarcely conscious of her effort to tranquilize him4 ,lady ,jane knew that it but mocks a broken spirit to see anything it loves over-cheerful2 so her strain1 though not gloomy1 was touching1 and a sad one1 so sad that her father1 as he walked in the adjoining room1 forgot the selfishness of his sorrow and wept like a child1 that two creatures so gently nurtured should thus inhabit a prison1 and1 for his sake1 exert their broken spirits to render it cheerful4 ,after a while he entered the apartment where they were1 and going up to the duchess he bent down and kissed her1 while his right hand rested on the head of the young girl sitting at her feet4 ,lady ,jane lifted her grateful eyes to his face and smiled4 ,when her father kissed her forehead also fondly1 and with the affection of former times1 a swarm of kindly feelings sprang to her heart2 her light fingers touched the lute again1 and a gush of music1 not gay1 and yet scarcely sad1 filled the dungeon room4 ,it was a home song1 such as they had loved in better days1 and it awoke many pleasant memories2 so1 amid all their sorrows1 these three persecuted beings sat together in domestic companionship1 almost happy4 ,if chains were upon them1 their love of each other twisted a few golden links amid the iron which no human power could wrest away4 ,the memories which the song awakened gradually led the conversation to brighter themes1 and for awhile the inmates of that dungeon almost forgot their present condition4 ,they talked of former days1 and1 as they talked1 an expression amounting almost to a smile rose to the face of the father4 ,the sunshine1 too1 seemed to partake of their joy1 streaming in more gaily through the narrow window1 and playing1 like a wilful but merry child fitfully across the floor2 while a bird--a wanderer from green fields far away--pausing a moment outside the casement1 poured forth such a gush of music that it thrilled the inmost hearts of the listeners with joy4 ,could the duke have seen them then how would he have envied them4 ,but1 as the day wore on1 their thoughts once more were brought back to the full consciousness of their present situation1 and again a shadow came over the souls of the members of that little family1 typical of the sunshine which but just before had been shining so merrily through the casement1 but which now had vanished1 leaving the dungeon room dark and forbidding4 ,the gloom of coming night at last gathered thickly in the dungeon1 rendering it still more cold1 desolate and prison-like4 ,the duke still retained his sombre mood and gazed gloomily on the stone flags at his feet1 while his patient wife sat by his side1 her hand resting in his1 and her sweet1 low voice now and then whispering words of endearment1 such as her proud and modest nature had considered too bold at any time save when the beloved one was in affliction1 or in any place except that miserable dungeon room4 ,hers was the love of a true and delicate nature4 ,and1 like the flame of a lamp which1 scarcely seen amid the glare of sunshine1 grows brighter and more vivid when surrounded by darkness1 it seemed the only faithful or bright possession left to the fallen man4 ,nay1 there was yet another1 scarcely less wretched than himself1 or less clinging and affectionate than the woman who would have comforted him4 ,that gentle girl1 still tireless in her wish to please1 crouched at his feet1 and the soft notes of her lute stole up tremblingly and thrilled amid the darkness which shrouded them all4 ,she felt that her father's thoughts were far from her1 that the melody which sprang from her weary fingers was all unheeded1 and yet she played on1 glad that in the darkness she could weep without being seen4 ,so1 as her hand wandered over the strings1 tears streamed down her pale cheeks1 unchecked1 and fell upon it till the fingers were damp as if they had been laved in a fountain4 ,sometimes a sob would escape with the tears1 but then came a gush of wilder music and the voice of her sorrow was concealed by it4 ,the wife still wound her fingers lovingly in the prisoner's hand1 grieved that no answering clasp was given back1 and yet chiding herself for selfishness that she could expect to be thought of at such a time4 ,the daughter wept on1 and still coined her tears into music4 ,but the husband and father had become almost unconscious of these efforts2 he was like a caged lion indignant with his keepers1 and with his heart full of the forest where he had once prowled a king4 ,at last there was a sound of feet mustering at the prison door4 ,it was about the hour when their evening meal might be expected4 ,the little group looked listlessly up when the bolts were withdrawn1 and the glare of a torch fell bright and crimson through the door4 ,somerset started to his feet1 while the duchess withdrew her hand1 and resuming her usual air of gentle dignity moved back a pace1 where she stood pale and composed1 ready to receive the lieutenant who1 for the first time1 entered their dungeon in person4 8,my lord duke10 said the lieutenant1 addressing his prisoner with some embarrassment1 but throwing into his voice and manner that respectful homage which the fallen protector had scarcely hoped to witness again2 8my lord duke1 ,i am sorry to intrude on your privacy1 or to interrupt the music with which this gentle lady soothes your prison hours1 but ,i have orders for your removal to another room40 8,to another room60 exclaimed the duchess1 while her cheek blanched whiter and her voice was changed with apprehension1 8and we1 his daughter ,lady ,jane and myself1 surely1 surely1 we go also60 8,not yet1 noble lady2 the protector has ordered it otherwise2 but ,i beseech you take it not to heart1 the separation will be a brief one10 said the lieutenant1 bending before the terrified duchess as he spoke4 8,nay1 sweet lady1 do not weep10 he continued1 turning to ,lady ,jane1 who had dropped her lute to the floor1 and stood directly in the light1 with her hands clasped firmly together and her tearful face exposed2 8it pains me to witness such sorrow for a cause so groundless4 ,it is but a change of apartments6 ,a short time and you will doubtless receive the ,lord ,protector's sanction to cheer the noble duke's apartments once more2 meantime1 my orders are imperative6 ,my lord duke1 ,i trust that you will not be displeased with the change4 ,permit me to lead the way60 8,i will be ready to attend you in a moment10 replied the duke1 8but first grant me a moment's privacy4 ,as my return is uncertain1 ,i would take leave of the duchess and my child without so many witnesses60 ,the lieutenant bowed1 and withdrawing from the dungeon1 closed the door4 ,then all the strong affections of his nature rushed back upon the wretched duke1 for he believed that they were separating him from his family forever4 ,he tried to speak1 but could not2 a rush of feelings1 that had weighed down his heart to apathy before1 choked his utterance2 a silent embrace and the clinging arms of his wife were forced from his neck2 another embrace1 a blessing on his child1 and before they could cry out or strive to detain him1 the door swung to with a sharp crash1 the light disappeared1 and those suffering and helpless creatures were left alone4 8,mother60 ,that word arose amid the darkness faint and broken with tears4 8,my child1 we are alone60 replied a second voice1 made strong by the agony of parting4 8,no1 not alone1 mother1 ,god is with us60 ,and1 as she spoke1 that noble girl stretched forth her hands and groped the way to her mother in the darkness4 ,as she passed the lute1 which still remained on the floor1 her garments brushed the strings and a tone of music stole through the room--a pleasant tone--and it seemed that an angel had answered to those trustful words4 ,the duchess1 who had sunk down in agony of heart1 began to weep when she heard the sound1 and so1 in that dark and lonesome prison room1 those two helpless beings clung together and comforted each other4 ,an hour went by1 and once more a sound of heavy feet was heard outside their dungeon4 ,the bolts shot back and a flood of light revealed the duchess sitting in the chair left vacant by her husband4 ,kneeling upon the floor1 and half lying in her mother's lap1 was the ,lady ,jane2 her face had been buried in the vestments of her parent1 and she had been praying1 but1 as the door opened1 her head was thrown back and a joyful expression filled the soft brown eyes turned eagerly upon the entrance4 ,it was crowded with people1 and an exclamation of pleasant surprise burst from the duchess and her daughter when two females entered the dungeon1 each with a heavy bundle under her arm4 ,in the foremost ,lady ,jane recognised her old nurse1 and the other had long been chief tyring-woman to the duchess4 ,never were human beings so welcome1 never two beings 8so happy without knowing why10 as these old warm-hearted women4 8,there10 said the nurse1 holding the ,lady ,jane in her arms1 and kissing her fondly between the words2 8there1 ,i say1 you with the crusty face1 roll in the coffer--that will do60 she added1 as one of the men brought in a good sized coffer1 which the duchess recognised as her own4 8,now10 continued the old woman1 still with her arms around her astonished foster-child1 8place that mirror on the table2 softly1 man1 softly1 you are not wielding your iron bolts now1 and that silver frame is easily bruised if you knock the fillagree work about after that fashion6--there1 set it down1 for a bungler as you are2 place the lamp in front2 be careful1 knave1 you are treading on my lady's lute--pick it up60 ,the man pushed the lute aside with his foot1 and set the lamp down without regard to the old woman's order4 8,so1 you cannot pick up the lute which a noble lady has fingered1 forsooth6 ,wait a few days1 and we shall see you creeping on your knees for the honor1 instead of standing there with a look as stubborn as your own iron bars4 ,go1 bring in the case of essence bottles1 if that does not prove too heavy a task1 and then take yourself off1 for a clumsy cur2 a pretty serving-man you would make1 ,i trow60 ,the man1 on whom the old woman's eloquence was exercised1 seemed very willing to obey her last command4 ,he brought in the case which she had desired1 and1 placing it on the table1 left the dungeon and was about to lock the door1 but just as he was closing it a clear cheerful voice was heard in conversation with him4 ,after a moment's delay1 the half-closed door was swung open again to admit a handsome boy in the king's livery1 who carried a casket under his arm4 8,that was well thought of1 my pretty page10 said the nurse1 approaching to take the casket1 8but who has found courage to break the new protector's seal8 ,if it was you1 boy1 ,i only hope that handsome head may be firm on your shoulders six weeks hence4 ,i would as soon have touched a red-hot coal as the bit of wax sticking to the smallest cabinet in the palace1 and ,i saw all my lady's jewels counted and locked up weeks ago40 ,as she spoke1 the old nurse allowed the ,lady ,jane to escape from her embrace1 while she advanced to the page1 and would have taken the casket from under his arm1 but he stepped aside1 with a roguish toss of the head1 and dropping on his knee before the young lady1 placed the casket in her hand4 ,bewildered1 and as one in a dream1 she gazed first upon the casket1 then1 wonderingly1 on the handsome boy at her feet4 8,what means this80 she said at last1 looking doubtfully toward the duchess1 who sat gazing upon the scene with equal wonder4 8,our crest is upon the lid1 but underneath are the royal arms of ,england40 ,the duchess arose1 and1 taking the casket from her daughter's hand1 touched a spring4 ,the lid flew open1 and1 with an exclamation of surprise1 the ladies saw1 not their own jewels1 but a magnificent suite of diamonds which had once belonged to ,jane ,seymour1 the ,queen of ,henry the ,eighth2 a young creature who had perished in giving birth to the present king--fortunate1 perhaps1 in being taken from her earthly state before she had learned how terrible a thing it was to 8outlive her husband's liking40 8,what means this--whence came the jewels80 exclaimed both ladies at once1 turning their eyes from the gems that flashed and glowed in the lamplight1 to the boy who had risen from his knees1 and1 with his plumed cap1 was brushing away the dust which his vestments had caught from the floor4 8,they were entrusted to me by my royal master1 the king10 replied the boy1 who paused in his occupation and gazed upon the casket1 as he spoke1 fascinated by the rich hues that played and quivered about it4 8,i was bade to deliver them to the ,lady ,jane ,seymour--to say that the king desired that she would mingle them with the adornments of her fair person before she placed herself under the escort of the lieutenant1 who will be here anon to bring farther orders from the ,lord ,protector40 ,before the astonished ladies could question him farther1 he had obeyed some signal given him from the door1 and left the dungeon4 ,it was in vain the noble duchess questioned the nurse and the tyring-woman4 ,they were too much elated to gratify the anxiety of their mistress1 even if they had not been as much mystified as herself4 ,all they could say was1 that a messenger had been sent from the ,duke of ,northumberland with orders to convey them to the tower2 that they were commanded to take from the wardrobe1 in the palace1 every thing necessary for the toilet of their ladies4 ,though scarcely half an hour was allowed them for a choice1 they had filled a coffer1 and1 with a few things hastily collected1 were hurried into a barge and so to the dungeon of their mistress1 scarcely realizing how it had all been brought about4 ,this unsatisfactory information only served to increase the excitement already produced in the minds of the prisoners2 while their attendants were busily searching for keys1 and smoothing the rich vestments that had been somewhat roughly crowded into the coffer1 they looked on as people in a dream4 ,the glare of lights which filled every gloomy angle of their dungeon2 the velvet robes flung in glossy robes over the armed chair2 the jewels1 twinkling and flashing like a cluster of stars1 on the table--all seemed like enchantment1 and they looked on with a strange emotion of hope mingled with foreboding and almost with affright4 ,still there was something in all that had transpired1 calculated to encourage more than to depress4 ,so after a few brief words of consultation1 the mother and daughter sat down and permitted the two women to adorn their persons without farther question4 ,the duchess was speedily arrayed4 ,in spite of her fears1 a ray of hope had been awakened1 and her face1 before so pale and care-worn1 became almost happy in its expression1 save that a color1 far more vivid than was natural to her cheek1 betrayed the anxious fears that struggled against the more hopeful feeling that had sprung to life in her heart4 ,she stood by as they wreathed the diamond tiara amid the tresses of her daughter's hair1 and1 with her own fair hand1 put back two or three of the brown curls where they fell over the young cheek1 which gradually became warm and damask from the influence of anticipations which she could not entirely control1 and yet which she trembled to encourage4 ,how beautiful she looked in her robe of glowing velvet1 with the tiara which had once adorned a queen1 shedding its starry brightness amid her hair and over that pure forehead4 ,her neck1 always beautiful1 now gleamed out with more pearly whiteness beneath the string of brilliants that shed a rich light upon it2 and1 as the old nurse busied herself with the point lace which draped her rounded arms1 she looked up to her mother1 and a sweet1 natural smile came faintly over her face4 ,the mother did not smile1 but a brighter expression lighted up her eyes1 and the two looked almost happy making their strange toilet in a dungeon4 ,the nurse had taken that little hand1 which trembled in her clasp with conflicting emotions1 and after pressing her lips upon the rosy palm1 was drawing on the snowy glove with its embroidery of seed pearls1 when there was a sound at the door1 as of some person knocking against it with his knuckles1 and1 after a moment1 the lieutenant of the tower once more presented himself4 ,when the duchess advanced eagerly toward him1 demanding a reason for all that had transpired1 he answered with the calm politeness which usually marked his demeanor1 that the ,lord ,protector had given orders that they should be removed to another room4 8,but1 tell me10 said the lady1 almost beside herself with anxiety1 8tell me1 is it to the duke--is it to my husband you conduct us80 ,a smile stole up to the lieutenant's face4 ,it might be one of irony aroused by the keen anxiety which she displayed3 it might be a sign of admiration for the two beings that could look so lovely amid the gloom of a dungeon2 but they could not read its meaning1 and he would give no other reply to their question4 ,the ,lady ,jane began to tremble1 but she placed her arm within that of the duchess1 and was supported from the dungeon4 ,her heart died within her bosom as she found herself in a long1 damp passage1 surrounded by strange faces1 and going1 she could scarcely dream where4 ,she looked in her mother's face2 it had become very pale again1 and the arm on which she leaned shook beneath the weight of hers4 ,all at once1 she felt that the train of her dress had been lifted from the floor4 ,she looked round1 and there was that handsome little page grasping the folds of velvet in his small hand1 while his bright face was lifted smilingly to hers4 ,he seemed to comprehend and pity the anxiety betrayed by the troubled expression of her face1 for drawing close to her side1 he whispered-- 8,have no fear1 sweet lady1 there is nothing of harm to dread40 8,sirrah1 fall back to your place10 said the lieutenant1 looking sternly over his shoulder4 ,the boy shrank back1 but not till his words had brought comfort to the heart of ,lady ,jane1 and were whispered in the ear of her mother4 ,on they went1 through dark passages and gloomy chambers2--the flambeau carried by their guard1 crimsoning the walls as they passed on1 and their shadows changing1 and seeming to dance in fantastic groups around them as the lights were tossed upwards and flared in the chill currents of air that drew down the corridors4 ,at last1 they entered a large room1 lighted up and surrounded by a range of cushioned benches1 from which some half dozen pages arose with great show of respect as the party entered4 ,the lieutenant and his officers remained standing at the entrance to the room1 while two of the pages ran forward to an opposite door1 which they held open as if the ladies were expected to pass through4 ,the duchess turned her eyes on the lieutenant1 uncertain how to act2 he bent his head1 and drawing respectfully back1 answered her appeal in a low voice4 8,lady10 he said1 8my charge ends here2 pass on to the next room1 where the king awaits you40 ,the duchess started as she heard this1 and grasping the hand which rested on her arm1 whispered-- 8,courage1 my child1 all will be well60 ,though taken by surprise1 the noble lady had been so long accustomed to courts that1 in crossing the ante-chamber1 she resumed the quiet and dignified manner which anxiety had previously disturbed1 but the quick feelings of youth could not be so readily controlled1 and when the duchess presented herself in ,king ,edward's apartments1 the young creature leaning on her arm was pale as death beneath all the warm glow of her jewels1 and trembled visibly with suppressed agitation4 ,the duchess cast a quick glance over the room4 ,her husband was there1 not in his prison garments but robed as became his station1 and by his side stood the ,duke of ,northumberland--though her heart leaped at the sight1 she remained to all appearance composed and ready to sustain the dignity of her noble house before the man who had been its bitter enemy4 ,lady ,jane also looked up1 and recognised her father1 with a thrill of joy such as she had seldom known before1 but instantly the happy glow died from her face1 and almost gasping for breath she clung to the duchess for support4 ,she had seen another face1 that made her heart tremble as she gazed--a face which had haunted her soul with a memory which would not be shaken off1 but which in darkness and in sorrow had clung there as 8the scent of roses hangs forever around the vase which once preserved them40 ,it was the face of ,lord ,dudley--the son of her father's enemy4 ,the man whom she had loved with all the truth and fervency of a pure and most affectionate heart1 but from whom she was separated forever4 ,was it strange that her cheek and lips grew white or that those heavy lashes drooped sorrowfully beneath the look with which he regarded her8 a look which made her heart turn faint with the memories which crowded upon it4 ,she could not meet that glance again4 ,her father1 the highborn and persecuted1 was there1 and yet that one look had made her almost forgetful of his wrongs4 ,before these thoughts could fairly pass through her mind1 and while the duchess hesitated at the door that she might have time to gain something of composure1 the duke of ,northumberland arose from his seat with that air of graceful and proud courtesy which no man could adopt with so much ease1 and crossing the room1 gave his hand to the duchess1 inquired kindly after her health1 and requested permission to lead her before the king1 who sat in his large easy chair looking almost healthful1 and made quite happy in the newly aroused power of conferring happiness upon others4 ,edward stood up to receive the duchess1 and when she would have knelt1 he took her hand in his and pressed it affectionately to his lips4 8,his ,grace of ,northumberland will bear witness for us10 he said1 8how ignorant we have been of all that you have suffered1 and how deeply the knowledge grieved us when it did come4 ,for our sake let all be forgotten2 if any power is left to our feeble state1 these persecutions shall not happen again40 ,the lady1 thus kindly addressed1 made a grateful reply1 which was somewhat restrained by the presence of ,northumberland4 ,he must have heard all that was passing1 though his face wore the same bland and tranquil smile with which he had first approached her4 ,after pressing his lips once more to the fair hand in his1 ,edward turned to the ,lady ,jane1 a smile broke over his pale face1 and those large eyes1 usually so regretful and sad in their expression1 now sparkled with pleasant feelings4 8,and our sweet cousin10 he said1 looking down upon her lovely face as she sank to his knees1 8methinks the prison fare has added to a beauty which was bright enough before4 ,nay1 fair one1 if you must do us homage1 another hand must raise you40 ,as he spoke1 ,edward had extended his hand as if to raise the young girl from his feet1 but instead of this he laid it among the rich tresses of her hair1 where it rested pale and caressingly lighted up by his own princely gift of jewels1 and sinking to his seat again he bent forward and addressed the wondering girl in a low and earnest voice1 smiling as he spoke1 and faintly blushing as he saw that his words made the warm color deepen and glow in the cheek that had a moment before looked so cold and pale4 8,nay1 do not rise yet10 he said1 checking the modest impulse which prompted the bewildered girl to seek the shelter of her mother's side1 and as he spoke1 ,edward lifted his eyes from the drooping lashes that began to quiver upon the now red1 now pallid cheeks1 and looked expressively toward ,lord ,dudley1 still keeping his hand upon the young creature's head4 ,he felt her start and tremble beneath his touch as ,lord ,dudley came eagerly forward1 and though she did not look up1 he knew by the trembling of her red lip and the rosy flood that deluged her face and neck1 that the music of that familiar footstep had reached her heart4 ,dudley returned the young monarch's smile1 as his hand was removed from its beautiful resting place1 with a look of gratitude1 and bending down he whispered a few words to the ,lady ,jane as he raised her from the king's feet4 ,she cast one timid glance on his face2 it was eloquent with happiness1 so eloquent that her eyes sought the floor again4 ,the king looked toward the ante-room and gave a signal with his hand4 ,it was obeyed by our favorite page1 who glided across the room and softly opened a door leading to the royal oratory4 ,there1 within the gleam of a silver sconce which flooded the little room as with a stream of moonlight1 stood the king's chaplain1 in his sacerdotal robes1 and with a book open in his hand4 ,upon the marble step at his feet lay two cushions of purple velvet fringed and starred with silver4 ,lord ,dudley led his trembling charge forward1 and they knelt down upon these cushions1 while ,king ,edward and all within the outer room stood up4 ,a moment1 and the deep solemn tones of the chaplain1 as he read the marriage ceremony1 filled the two apartments4 ,the sweet face of ,lady ,jane was uplifted1 and the pure light fell upon it1 as she made her response in a voice rendered low by intense feeling--another response1 louder and more firmly uttered--a benediction--and then ,lord ,dudley led his bride from the oratory4 8,your blessing1 my father10 murmured the half happy1 half terrified young creature1 as she knelt with her lord at ,somerset's feet4 ,the ,duke of ,somerset bent down1 kissed the beautiful forehead so bewitchingly uplifted1 and gave the blessing which made his child happy4 ,the duchess smiled1 and wept amid her smiles4 8,ah1 ,jane10 she murmured1 fondly putting back the ringlets her own hand had arranged1 8ah1 ,jane1 we little thought this evening would end so happily40 ,the king stood by1 and turned away to conceal the pleasant tears which filled his eyes4 8,one thing more10 he said1 8and our slumber will be sweet to-night20 as he spoke1 the royal youth advanced to 8,the two ,dukes10 where they stood side by side1 and linking their hands together1 placed his own upon them4 8,be friends10 he said1 8the kingdom has need of you both40 ,edward felt their hands beneath his clasped together1 and was satisfied4 ,he was young1 full of generous impulses1 and believed that two ambitious men toiling for the same object could be friends4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,absent ,,wife4 ,,by ,,robert ,,morris4 ,at twilight's soft and gentle hour ,when shadows o'er the dull earth creep1 ,and nature feels the soothing power ,of coming night and balmy sleep-- ,when the tired laborer hastens home ,his wife and little ones to kiss1 ,and the young beauty anxiously ,awaits love's hour of dream-like bliss-- ,when nest-ward hie both bird and bee1 ,my fondest thought is still for thee6 ,again at midnight's solemn hour1 ,when eyes are closed and lips are still1 ,and ,silence1 like a spirit's form1 ,rests sweetly on each vale and hill1 ,when ,love and ,grief sit side by side ,around some sinking sufferer's bed1 ,or ,crime in shadow seeks to hide ,a form to every virtue dead1-- ,e'en then in dreams thy form ,i see1 ,or waking fondly turn to thee6 ,at rosy morn1 when like a gleam ,from some far brighter sphere than ours1 ,the sunlight with its golden sheen ,awakes the world and tints the flowers-- ,when birds their tuneful numbers raise ,and chant a welcome to the dawn1 ,when ,nature lifts her voice in praise1 ,and day1 creation-like1 is born-- ,then1 when are hymns from land and sea1 ,i bow to ,heaven and think of thee6 ,my lonely room--my quiet hours1 ,no hand to press--no voice to cheer1 ,no form to meet in ,pleasure's bowers1 ,no song to melt the soul to tears-- ,no welcome home with looks of joy1 ,no gentle song to tell of love1 ,no day-dreams of our cherished boy1 ,no child-like eyes to point above-- ,no hand to soothe the ruffled brow1 ,alas6 how much ,i miss thee now6 ,pity the wretch1 who1 doomed to roam ,from day to day this lower sphere1 ,unloved by any--loving none1 ,still wasting on from year to year1 ,as lonely as some twinkling orb ,that trembles in the distant sky1 ,a watcher mid the hosts of night ,with none to share its company-- ,unloved while living1 and when dead1 ,with none a heart-wrung tear to shed6 ,alas6 how cold and desolate ,the path of such a one must be1 ,how dim his hopes--how sad his fate1 ,how cheerless his lone destiny6 ,no eye to mark each changing look1 ,no lip his fever'd brain to press2 ,no gentle one in whisper low1 ,with kindly words his ear to bless1-- ,to point his thoughts from earth to sky1 ,and paint some bright ,futurity6 ,why do we live8 ,affections--ties ,that well and form within the breast1 ,that intertwine our sympathies ,with hopes and joys that make us blest-- ,these point the panting spirit up ,to milder realms beyond the skies1 ,and whisper to the trembling soul ,new bliss awaits in paradise6 ,oh6 what were life with love away1 ,where earth its bound--its limit clay6 ,then soon return1 fond one1 return1 ,thy greeting shall be kind and true1 ,love's lamp again shall brightly burn1 ,and life its purest joys renew6 ,oh6 absence1 like the clouds that throw ,thick shadows o'er the summer sky1 ,but1 passing1 leave a brighter glow1 ,a deeper1 purer blue on high3 ,so now ,i wait the passing gloom1 ,that light again may gladden home6 99 99 99 99 99 ,,song4 ,oh6 sing unto my soul1 my love1 ,that all-entrancing lay1 ,such as the seraphim above ,are singing far away-- ,it comes as some familiar strain ,once heard in heaven1 now heard again4 ,for sure--as olden sages tell-- ,we are not all of earth3 ,the soul1 by some mysterious spell1 ,has glimpses of its birth2 ,and memories of things divine ,thrill o'er me at that voice of thine4 ,they come as half-forgotten dreams ,from that eternal land1 ,the sounds of its celestial streams1 ,the shores of silver sand1 ,the angel faces in the air-- ,oh6 sing1 and waft my spirit there6 ,a4 ,a4 ,i4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,review ,,of ,,new ,,books4 ,zanoni1 a ,novel4 ,by the ,author of 8,pelham10 8,rienzi10 c4 ,two ,volumes4 ,harper ,brothers4 ,a few years ago1 in the first volume of 8,the ,monthly ,chronicle10 a tale1 or rather the fragment of one1 appeared1 professedly from the pen of ,bulwer4 ,but the story defied critical as well as common sense to understand it4 ,it opened abruptly and closed abruptly4 ,it had1 properly speaking1 neither beginning nor end4 ,it was incomprehensible4 ,by general consent1 8,zicci0 was regarded as a freak of the author--its only merit was the novelty of having no merit at all4 ,after being the jest of the reviewers for years1 this story has been completed1 and now lies before us1 under the altered name of 8,zanoni40 ,the idea of the novel is borrowed from the dreams of the old ,rosicrucians1 and of the predecessors of that sect as far back as the ,chaldeans4 ,these visionaries imagined that man1 by a rigid practice of virtue and the sublimation of every earthly feeling1 could attain to a perfect comprehension of the most hidden secrets of nature--could hold communion with1 and exercise control over1 the unseen powers of the air--and could even preserve human life to an indefinite extent1 by acquiring the means by which it might be perpetually renovated4 ,the story opens at ,naples1 towards the close of the last century4 ,the hero is a noble ,chaldean1 who1 having attained to the knowledge of this last secret of his sect while yet in the prime of youthful manhood1 wears now the same aspect as when he gazed on the stars from his home in ,assyria1 before the temple had been built on ,mount ,zion--before the ,greeks had fought at ,marathon--before the builders of the pyramids had died4 ,to an imaginative mind1 such a character possesses peculiar charms4 ,he comes before us with all the solemnity of the past1 making vivid to us the great deeds of buried ages4 ,he has seen the army of ,alexander on the ,indus4 ,he was in ,egypt when ,antony's fleet set sail for ,actium4 ,he remembers when ,demosthenes thundered for the crown1 when ,csar fell in the ,senate ,house1 when ,rome was sacked by ,attila4 ,for three thousand years he has gazed on mankind with a face as unchanging as that of the weird ,sphinx of the desert4 ,for ninety generations1 he has survived war1 and pestilence1 and the slow decay of the system1--a being mysterious in his subtle power1 wonderful in his awful and majestic beauty4 ,this exemption from death he has won by the subjugation of every feeling and passion to the mastery of a ,,pure ,,intellect4 ,but still retaining his youth1 he retains the capacity to love2 and though1 for such a lapse of ages1 he has withstood temptation1 he is destined at last to yield to it4 ,he meets with and loves a beautiful ,italian girl4 ,he thus endangers his earthly immortality2 for the moment he yields to earthly passion1 however pure1 his intellect becomes clouded1 and he loses the prophetic faculty as well as others of his high attributes4 ,conscious of this1 and knowing that he will bring peril and sorrow around the path of ,viola by linking her fate with his1 he struggles long against his passion1 and even after yielding to it1 endeavors to avert from her head the dangers which1 as consequences of his conduct1 thicken around her4 ,in this ,titanic conflict betwixt the intellect and the heart--in the alternation of the aspirations of the one and the agonizing throes of the other1 lies the burden--as the old writers would call it--of the novel4 ,the idea1 as thus stated1 is simply grand4 ,it has a unity that overpowers us4 ,had the author contented himself with merely developing this idea1 omitting every thing which had no necessary bearing on the dnouement1 he would have produced an almost faultless story4 ,but he has1 in a great measure1 failed in carrying out his conception4 ,he has weakened the effect by diverging from the burden of the story4 ,as the novel has been circulated in various cheap forms throughout the country1 we shall take it for granted that our readers have perused the book4 ,this will save us the necessity of recapitulating the plot as the basis of our remarks4 ,the plot is grossly defective in several important particulars4 ,many even of the leading incidents have no bearing on the dnouement4 ,the compact betwixt ,zanoni and the ,evil ,eye1 at ,venice1 is of this character4 ,the author's original intention was to make the condition exacted from the husband play a prominent part at the crisis2 but he subsequently changed his mind1 and brought about the dnouement by other means1 forgetting1 however1 to rewrite this scene1 so as to adapt it to the altered aspect of the story4 ,the ,evil ,eye1 when he comes to assert his rights1 is cavalierly dismissed1 in a very inartistical manner4 ,it would have contributed far more to the unity of effect of which we have spoken1 if the author had pursued his original design1 and made the condition exacted from ,zanoni1 the sacrifice of his own life1 when1 at any future period1 he should wish again to preserve the life of ,viola4 ,by following out this plan1 ,bulwer would have been saved the necessity of introducing the sanguinary scenes of the ,french ,revolution2 and the crisis would have been brought about in a far more natural manner than it is at present4 ,the introduction of ,robespierre and his associates is forced2 it renders involved an otherwise simple and effective plot4 ,we are astonished that an adept in ,art1 such as ,bulwer professes to be1 should have committed a blunder for which1 if he had been a schoolboy1 he should have been soundly whipped4 ,if he intended to enlist and keep up the interest of his readers in his two chief characters1 why has he distracted the attention by the introduction of ,the ,reign of ,terror1 that most real of tragedies1 whose horrors exceed anything that romance can imagine1 whose thrilling story stops the pulsation of the heart for anything less terrible8 ,the mind should have been left undistracted to contemplate the stern1 ,doric self-sacrifice of ,zanoni6 ,the author should not have sacrificed the unity of effect for the dying struggles of ,robespierre1 or any other human butcher in the blood-bespattered shambles of ,paris4 ,we can see what misled ,bulwer4 ,not satisfied with the grandeur of his original conception of the dnouement1 he sought to increase the interest by the clap-trap effect of rapidly shifting the perilous incidents in which all the chief actors are involved4 ,this is a trick he has learned behind the foot-lights1 and not in the study of the great old masters4 ,there are numerous minor errors in the plot4 ,glyndon's liaison with ,floretta does not advance the story1 and the only part she plays in evolving the crisis1 is the betrayal of ,viola at ,paris4 ,if the plot had been handled properly1 there would have been no necessity for her agency here4 ,but the desire to paint mere sensual love1 in this character1 induced ,bulwer to patch her into the tale4 ,he has been persuaded1 from the same reason1 to introduce other unimportant characters we might name4 ,in short1 his motley array of personages reminds us of ,burke's graphic picture of ,chatham's last piebald ministry1 where he compares it to a piece of mosaic1 8here a bit of black stone and there a bit of white10 and humorously depicts the consternation of men1 who had been all their lives libelling each other1 on finding themselves 8pigging together in the same truckle-bed40 ,in like manner the robber figures in the scene4 ,so do ,mervale and that worthy shrew his wife4 ,these are all gross faults2 for the necessity of preserving that oneness and entireness of effect1 of which we have spoken so much1 exists in peculiar force in a highly imaginative work like this4 ,the introduction of supernal agents is1 at all times1 a dangerous experiment2 and1 when they are introduced1 the illusion is to be kept up at every sacrifice4 ,this can scarcely be done where the reader listens on one page to the converse of immortal powers1 and on the next to the wrangling of a cross1 sleepy wife with a drunken husband--when we are hurried from the lofty aspirations of ,menjour and ,zanoni1 to the silly love toying betwixt ,glyndon and ,floretta4 ,this brings us to another error in the author--an error which lies at the very bottom of all his errors4 ,the subject is unfit for prose4 ,it properly belongs to the drama4 ,the true province of the imagination is poetry1 and although this divine faculty may stoop to prose1 it can never truly shine but in the celestial garments of the muse4 ,we do not deny the impossibility of treating an ideal theme in prose--we only assert the superior advantages which poetry affords for the same object4 ,transitions may be tolerated in the drama which should be anathematized in prose4 ,but1 above all1 poetry would favor the preservation of the illusion to which we have already referred4 ,the tone of a story such as ,zanoni is1 could be better preserved in poetry4 ,the idea of the tale is inexpressibly grand1 and might have been worked out with terrible effect4 ,the struggle in ,zanoni's mind betwixt his love for ,viola and his longing for an earthly immortality would have produced1 if evolved by a master hand1 a tragedy equal to ,manfred1 ,faust1 we had almost said ,prometheus4 ,but we have said enough under this head4 ,let us look at the characters4 ,of ,zanoni we have already spoken4 ,his character belongs to a lofty region of the ideal4 ,the conception of ,pisani1 also1 is highly imaginative4 ,he comes in1 at the opening of the tale1 with the same effect with which a fine overture precedes an opera4 ,he prepares the mind1 by his unearthly music1 for the mysteries that are to follow4 ,his barbican1 his solitary life1 his dreams of wild figures and wilder music in the air1 entitle him to a high rank in the ideal4 ,what a grand thought is that which represents him at the theatre1 mechanically performing his part1 while all the time his soul is thinking of his beloved opera1 so that often1 unconsciously to himself1 he bursts out into its weird and startling music6 ,viola1 the impersonation of the purest love1 unalloyed by any sensual feeling--,glyndon1 the weak1 vacillating1 yet aspiring man--and ,menjour1 the embodiment of mere intellect1 apart from any influence of the heart1 good or bad1 are well drawn characters--of their kind4 ,their fault is that they have no individuality4 ,all ,bulwer's personages partake of this error4 ,there is not1 in his numerous novels1 a single personage whom we can look back on as on a real individual4 ,falstaff and ,nicol ,jarvie are so life-like that it seems as if we had drunk canary with the one1 at the ,boar's ,head1 and 8had a crack0 with the other1 on the causeway of ,glasgow4 ,bulwer's characters have none of this personal identity--they are only embodiments of certain passions or peculiarities4 ,his actors are like the knights of ,spencer1 mere stalking horses for particular vices or virtues--or1 like a wigmaker's block1 the representative in turn of the heads of all his customers4 ,every personage in ,zanoni1 without1 as we remember1 a single exception1 is thus ticketed for a particular vice or virtue1 like passengers in a railroad car4 ,now1 we do not object to the introduction of these personages if they are necessary to the plot2 but1 for heaven's sake1 ,mr4 ,bulwer1 give us something more than mere automatons6 ,don't ask us in to a second ,mrs4 ,jarley's wax-works6 ,we have spoken1 in terms of high praise1 of the character of ,zanoni4 ,we have1 however1 said that the theme was more adapted for poetry than prose4 ,having chosen prose1 the author has erred in calling his book ,a ,,novel4 ,let us be understood4 ,feeble as is the province of prose to do justice to so ideal a character as ,zanoni1 we do not base our present objection to the book on that ground4 ,it is one of the inalienable rights of man to show his ignorance1 to make a blunder1 or in any other way to play the fool4 ,this is not the question now4 ,the work before us purports to be a novel1 and nothing but a novel4 ,it might have been named a romance1 a mystery1 or the ,lord knows what6 ,but it is put forth as a novel1 under the imprimatur of the writer of 8,art in ,fiction10 of the man who sets up to be the high priest of the synagogue6 ,is it such8 ,a novel1 in the true acceptation of the name1 is a picture of real life4 ,the plot may be involved1 but it must not transcend probability4 ,the agencies introduced must belong to real life4 ,such were ,gil ,blas and ,tom ,jones1 confessedly the two best novels extant4 ,whether the title was properly applied1 in the inception1 is not the question4 ,usage and common sense have affixed a definite meaning to the word4 ,when authors cease to paint real life they cease to write novels4 ,the tales may be very good of their kind1 but they are no more novels than a sirloin is a mutton chop1 or than ,bulwer is the artist he pretends to be4 ,judged by this standard1 ,zanoni is not a novel4 ,there are pictures of real life in it2 but to paint society1 as it is1 was only collateral to the chief aim of the work4 ,we say nothing of the moral of the story2 for all that is truly noble in ,bulwer's imaginary doctrines of the ,rosicrucians is stolen from the pure precepts of our holy religion4 ,the ,english of the author is neither better nor worse than in his former novels4 ,his language was always inflated1 often bombastic4 ,he personifies as desperately as ever4 ,his allegories are as plentiful as ,sancho ,panza's proverbs1 or as an old maid's ailings4 ,the same straining after effect1 the same attempts at fine writing which were such glaring defects in his former novels1 are here perceptible4 ,through every line1 the author looks out1 eager1 like ,snug the joiner1 to tell you he is there4 ,there are many fine thoughts1 nevertheless1 in these volumes2 and1 on the whole1 the book is a valuable addition to our imaginative literature4 ,if we have dwelt longer on the faults than on the merits of 8,zanoni10 it is because the latter are more apparent to the popular eye4 ,we have dealt out1 however1 even-handed justice to the book1 since the province of a critic is not that of the state advocate1 who argues only on one side1 but rather that of the judge who sums up the case1 and of the jury who are sworn 8a true verdict to give according to the evidence40 ,with this remark1 we leave 8,zanoni0 to its fate4 99 99 99 99 99 ,the ,poets and ,poetry of ,america1 with an ,historical ,introduction4 ,by ,rufus ,willmot ,griswold4 ,one vol4 ,carey ,hart3 ,philadelphia4 ,this is the best collection of the ,american ,poets that has yet been made1 whether we consider its completeness1 its size1 or the judgment displayed in its selections4 ,the volume is issued in a style commensurate with its literary worth4 ,the paper1 type and printing are unexceptionable4 ,messrs4 ,carey ,hart have1 in 8,the ,poets and ,poetry of ,america10 published the finest volume of the season4 ,the editor begins his selections of ,american ,poets with ,frenau1 prefacing them1 however1 with an historical introduction evincing considerable research4 ,in this introduction he shows that1 prior to the revolution1 the pretenders to the muse in the colonies scarcely rose to the level of versifiers4 ,from ,frenau downwards1 the chain is kept up to the youngest poet of the day4 ,about eighty-eight authors are embraced in the body of the work4 ,to the selections from each author is prefixed a short but clear biography4 ,the editor has not always been guided1 in making his selections1 by the relative merit of the various authors1 but1 in cases where the writers have published editions of their poems1 he has been less copious in his extracts1 than when the poet has left his works to take care of themselves4 ,thus we have the whole of ,dana's 8,buccanier10 of ,whittier's 8,mogg ,magone10 of ,sprague's 8,curiosity10 and of ,drake's 8,culprit ,fay40 ,most of ,c4 ,fenno ,hoffman's songs are also included in the collection4 ,but ,pierpoint's 8,airs of ,palestine10 are excluded1 as are the longer and best poems of ,willis4 ,at the end of the volume is an appendix1 in which about fifty writers1 whom the editor has not thought worthy of a place in the body of his book1 figure under the name of 8,various ,authors40 ,such is the plan of the work4 ,a word1 in detail1 on its merits4 ,we have said that this volume is superior to any former collection of the ,american ,poets1 whether we regard its size1 its completeness1 or the taste displayed in the selections4 ,this is our general opinion of the book4 ,we do not1 however1 always coincide with the judgment of the editor4 ,there are several writers in the ,appendix who have as good claims to appear in the body of the work1 as others who figure largely in the latter more honorable station4 ,there are many mere versifiers included in the selection who should have been excluded1 or else others who have been left out should have been admitted4 ,perhaps the author1 without being aware of it himself1 has unduly favored the writers of ,new ,england4 ,instances of all these faults will be noticed by the reader1 and we need not further allude to them4 ,the editor has scarcely done justice to some of our younger poets1 either in his estimate of their genius1 or in his selections from their poems4 ,a glaring instance of this is the case of ,lowell1 a young poet1 to whom others than ourselves have assigned a genius of the highest rank4 ,we would have been better pleased to have seen a more liberal notice of his poems4 ,we know that1 with the exception of 8,rosaline10 better selections might have been made from his works4 ,a few years hence1 ,mr4 ,griswold himself will be amazed that he assigned no more space to ,lowell than to ,m',lellan1 ,tuckerman1 and others of 8 40 ,holmes is another instance of the injustice done an author by the editor's selections4 ,the author of 8,old ,ironsides0 has written better poems than that1 all about the old man1 of whom 8,my grandmamma has said-- ,poor old lady6 she is dead ,long ago-- ,that he had a ,roman nose1 ,and his cheek was like a rose ,in the snow40 ,and again1 8,i know it is a sin ,for me to sit and grin ,at him here1 ,but the old three-cornered hat1 ,and the breeches--and all that1 ,are so queer60 ,little more can be said in the way of criticism1 unless we should follow up these remarks by further examples in detail4 ,for this we have no inclination1 since1 after all1 the book1 as a whole1 is one of high merit2 and1 from the very nature of the work1 it is impossible for an editor to produce a faultless volume4 ,a thorough analysis of the book might induce many1 whose minds are not comprehensive1 to think it a bad1 instead of what it really is1 a good work4 99 99 99 99 99 ,the ,two ,admirals1 a ,tale1 by the ,author of 8,the ,pilot10 8,red ,rover10 c41 c4 ,two ,vols4 ,lea ,blanchard3 ,philadelphia4 ,mr4 ,cooper1 in the book before us1 has re-asserted his right to the rank of the first living ,american novelist4 ,the 8,two ,admirals0 is not inferior to the best of his works4 ,the scenes are described with that graphic force for which our author is distinguished above all writers of sea-tales4 ,the two combats betwixt ,sir ,gervaise ,oakes and the ,french fleet are told with unusual power4 ,but there is nothing like character in the tale1 and the plot is shamefully commonplace4 ,mr4 ,cooper seems to be aware of his want of ability to write a story1 or paint a character1 and he therefore wisely expends his whole strength on particular incidents and scenes4 ,in his line he is without a rival here or in ,europe4 99 99 99 99 99 ,the ,poetical ,works of ,john ,sterling4 ,first ,american ,edition4 ,one vol4 ,herman ,hooker3 ,philadelphia4 ,every man of taste will rejoice at this collected edition of the poems of ,sterling1 the 8,archus0 of ,blackwood4 ,to ,rufus ,w4 ,griswold1 the editor1 and ,herman ,hooker1 the publisher1 the ,american public is indebted for this edition of the works of one of the most pure1 delicate1 fanciful1 and idiomatic1 of the poets of the present day4 99 99 99 99 99 ,essays for ,summer ,hours4 ,by ,charles ,lanman4 ,second ,edition4 ,boston3 ,hilliard1 ,grey ,co4 ,london3 ,wiley ,putnam4 ,these essays are distinguished by grace1 sweetness1 and graphic force of language4 ,the author is a devout lover of nature in all her moods1 but especially in her more quiet aspects4 ,he has produced a book which will be no discredit to him4 99 99 99 99 99 ,tecumseh1 or the ,west thirty years since4 ,a ,poem4 ,by ,geo4 ,h4 ,colton4 ,wiley ,putnam3 ,new ,york ,london4 ,moore ,wiley3 ,philadelphia4 ,this book is an elegant specimen of ,american typography4 ,of the merits of the poem we shall not speak until ,july1 when we trust to have leisure and space for the task4 99 99 99 99 99 ,illustration3 three ladies and a gentleman dressed in latest fashions 99 99 99 99 99 ,transcriber's ,notes3 ,table of ,contents has been added for reader convenience4 ,archaic spellings and hyphenation have been retained4 ,obvious punctuation and typesetting errors have been corrected without note4 ,a cover was created for this e,book and is placed in the public domain4 ,end of ,graham's ,magazine1 ,vol4 ,,xx1 ,no4 #f1 ,june #ahdb1 ,george ,r4 ,graham1 ,editor