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on the seat Manuella proffered, it was not till true from duty, not from love? Marie, can I full half an hour that she spoke.

bear this?" “The Senor has returned,” she said calmly; “Yes—for I do love thee. Oh! my husband, “bid Alberic hither.”

I turn to thee alone, under my God, for rest and The page came, and she quietly inquired if peace. If I might not give thee the wild pasany strangers had entered with his master. sions of my youth, when my heart was sought “No, Senora, he is alone."

and won ere I was myself conscious of the pre“Has he long returned ?"

cipice I neared, I cling to thee now alone-I Almost half an hour, Senora. He went di- would be thine alone. Oh take me to thy heart, rectly to his closet, desiring that he might not and let me lie there. Ferdinand, Ferdinand ! be disturbed.”

forgive me !-love-save me from myself!" Ten minutes more and Marie was standing Ay, now and ever! Come to my heart, bein her husband's presence, but unobserved. loved one!" answered her husband, rousing For the first time in his whole life had her light himself from all of personal suffering to comfort step approached him unheard. For two hours her; and he drew her to him till her head rested he had borne a degree of mental suffering which on his bosom. “Now tell me thy sorrowing would either have crushed or roused any other tale, to me so wrapt in mystery. Fear not froin man into wildest fury-borne it with such an It is enough, thou clingest to me in such unflinching spirit, that in neither look nor man- sweet guileless confidence still.” ner, nor even tone, had he departed from his She obeyed him; and the heavy weight of usual self, or given the slightest occasion for suffering years seemed lightening as she spoke. remark. But the privacy of his closet obtained, From her first meeting Arthur, to that morning's the mighty will gave way, and the stormy waves harrowing interview, every feeling, every incirolled over him, deadening every sense and dent, every throb of reproach and dread were thought and feeling, save the one absorbing revealed with such touching and childlike truth, truth that he bad never been beloved. Father that even in his suffering, Morales unconsciously and child had deceived him ; for now every little clasped his wife closer and closer to him, as if word, every trifling occurrence before his mar- her very confidence and truth, rendered her yet riage in the Vale of Cedars rushed back on his dearer than before, and inexpressibly soothed, at mind, and Henriquez imploring entreaty under the very moment that they pained. "Their interall circumstances to love and cherish her was view was long, but fraught with mutual comfort. explained.

Morales had believed, when he entered his closet * Ferdinand !” exclaimed a voice almost inar- that day, that a dense cloud was folded round ticulate from sobs; and starting he beheld his him, sapping the very elements of life; but wife kneeling by his side. “Oh! my husband, though he still felt as if he had received some do not turn from me, do not hate me. I have heavy physical blow, the darkness had fled from none but thee."

his spirit, and light dawned anew for both, beHe tried to withdraw his hand, but the words, neath the heavenly rays of openness and Truth. the tone, unmanned him, and throwing his arm “And Arthur?” Marie said, as that long round her, he clasped her convulsively to his commune came to a close; and she looked up heart, and she felt his slow scalding tears fall with the fearless gaze of integrity in her_husone by one, as wrung from the heart's innermost band's face. “Thou wilt forgive him, Ferdidepths, upon her cheek.

nand ? he knew not what he said.” For several minutes there was silence. The “ Trust me, beloved one. I pity and forgire strong man's emotion is as terrible to witness, him. He shall learn to love me despite himself.” as terrible to feel. Marie was the first to regain Great was the astonishment and terrible the voice; and in low, beseeching accents she im- disappointment of Don Luis Garcia at the visible plored him to listen to her—to hear ere he failure of one portion of his nefarious schemes. condemned.

Though seldom in Don Ferdinand's actual pre“ Not thus,” was his sole reply, as he tried to sence, he was perfectly aware that instead of raise her from her kneeling posture to the diminishing, Morales’s confidence in and love for cushion by his side.

his wife had both increased, and that Marie was Yes, thus, my husband. I will not rise till happier and more quietly at rest than she had been thou say'st thou canst forgive; wilt take the since her marriage. But though baffled, Garcia loving and the weak back to thy heart, if not to was not foiled. The calm, haughty dignity love as thou hast loved, to strengthen and for- which, whenever they did chance to meet, now give. I have not wronged thee. Were I false characterized Don Ferdinand's manner towards in word or thought, I would not kneel to ask him ; the brief, stern reply, if words were actually forgiveness, but crawl to thy feet and die! If needed; or complete silence, betraying as it did thou couldst but know the many, many times I the utter contempt and scorn with which his havelonged to confess all; the agony to receivethy crafty design was regarded, heightened his every fond caress, thy trusting confidence, and know revengeful feeling, and hastened on his plans. myself deceiving; the terror lest thou should'st Two or three weeks passed : a calm security discover aught from other than myself; oh! were and peaceful happiness had taken the place of it not for thy deep woe, I could bless this mo- storm and dread in Marie's heart. She felt ment, bidding me speak Truth once more !” that it had been a secret consciousness of wrong

"And say thou hast never loved me? Wert towards her husband, the dread of discovery


occasioning estrangement, the constant fear of moves, nor a breeze stirs. It seems, too, more encountering Stanley, which had weighed on than twilight darkness; as if a heavy storm were her heart far more than former feelings; and brooding.” now that the ordeal was past, that all was known, “ It may be; oppression in the air is often the and she could meet her husband's eye without sole cause of oppression in the mind. I should one thought concealed ; now that despite of all be almost glad if it came, to explain this sensahe could love and cherish, aye, trust her still, tion." she clung to him with love as pure and fond and “But if thou must go, thou wilt not loiter, true as ever wife might feel; and her only thought Ferdinand.” of Stanley was prayer that peace might also dawn “Why-fearest thou the storm will harm me, for bim. It was pain indeed to feel that the real love? Nay, I have frightened thee into forereason of her wedding Ferdinand must for ever boding. Banish it, or I shall be still more loathe remain concealed. Could that have been spoken, to say farewell!” one little sentence said, all would have been ex- He kissed her, as if to depart, but still he plained, and Stanley's bitter feelings soothed. lingered though neither spoke; and then, as

It was the custom of Ferdinand and Isabella with an irresistible and passionate impulse, he to gather around them, about once a month, clasped her convulsively to his heart, murmured the wisest and the ablest of their Realm--some- hoarsely, “God for ever and ever bless thee, my tirnes to hold council on public matters, at

own beloved !" released her, and was gone. others merely in friendly discussion on various On quitting his mansion and entering the subjects connected with politics, the church, or street, the dense weight of the atmosphere bewar. In these meetings merit constituted rank, came more and more apparent. The heat was and mind nobility. They commenced late, and so oppressive that the streets were actually continued several hours through the night. To deserted—even the artizans had closed their one of these meetings Don Ferdinand Morales stores; darkness had fallen suddenly, shrouding had received a summons as usual. As the day the beautiful twilight peculiar to Spain as with neared he became conscious of a strange, in- a pall. Morales unconsciously glanced towards definable sensation taking possession of heart the west, where, scarcely half-an-hour before, and mind, as impossible to be explained as to be the sun had sunk gloriously to rest; and there dismissed. It was as if some impassable and all was not black. Resting on the edge of the invisible, but closely-hovering evil were con- hill, was a far-spreading crimson cloud, not the nected with the day, blinding him-as by a rosy glow of sunset, but the colour of blood. heary pall—to all beyond. He succeeded in So remarkable was its appearance, that Don subduing the ascendancy of the sensation, in Ferdinand paused in involuntary awe. some measure, till the day itself; when, as the blackness closed gradually round it; but much hours waned, it became more and more over- decreased, and still decreasing in size, it floated powering. As he entered his wife's apartment, onwards-preserving its blood-red hue, in apto bid her farewell ere he departed for the palling contrast with the murky sky. Slowly castle

, it rose almost to suffocation in his throat, Morales turned in the direction of the castle, and he put his arm round her as she stood by glancing up at times, and unable to suppress a the widely-opened casement, and remained by thrill of supernatural horror as he observed her side several minutes without speaking. this remarkable appearance floating just before

“Thou art not going to the castle yet, dearest?” him wherever he turned. Denser and denser she inquired. “Is it not much earlier than became the atmosphere, and blacker the sky, usual?"

till he could not see a single yard before him; “Yes, love; but I shall not ride to-night. Ithunder growled in the distance, and a few vivid feel so strangely oppressed, that I think a quiet Aashes of lightning momentarily illumined the walk in the night air, will recover me far more gloom, but still the cloud remained. Its course effectually than riding."

became swifter; but it decreased in size, floating Marie looked up, anxiously, in his face. He onwards, till, to Morales’s strained gaze, it apwas very pale, and his hair was damp with the peared to remain stationary over one particularly moisture on his forehead. “Thou art unwell,” | lonely part of the road, known by the name of she exclaimed; “ do not go to-night, dearest the Calle Soledad, which he was compelled to Ferdinand-stay with me. Thy presence is not pass; becoming smaller and smaller, till, as he so imperatively needed.”

reached the spot, it faded into utter darkness He shook his head, with a faint smile. “I and all around was black. must go, love, for I have no excuse to stay That same evening, about an hour before away. I wish it were any other night, indeed, sunset, Arthur Stanley, overpowered by the for I would so gladly remain with thee; but the heat, and exhausted with some fatiguing military very wish is folly. I never shrunk from the call duties, hastily unbuckled his sword, fung ít of duty before, and cannot imagine what has carelessly from him, and, drinking off a large come over me to-night; but I would sacrifice goblet of wine, which, as usual, stood ready for much for permission to stay within. Do not him on his table, threw himself on his couch, look so alarmed, love, the fresh air will remove and sunk into a slumber so profound that he this vague oppression, and give me back myself." scarcely seemed to breathe. How he had passed

.- Fresh air there is none,” replied his young the interval which had elapsed since his interwife ; " the stillness is actually awful—not a leaf view with Marie and her husband he scarcely

The guest ?

knew himself. His military duties were per- | hope of meeting some of his companions in arms formed mechanically, a mission for the king to returning from the royal meeting, and in their Toledo successfully accomplished; but he him- society to shake off the spell which chained him. self was conscious only of one engrossing As he neared the Calle Solledad the ground thought, which no cooling and gentler temper suddenly became slippery, as with some thick had yet come to subdue. It was a relief to fluid, of what nature the dense darkness preacquit Marie of intentional falsehood--a relief vented his discovering, his foot came in contact to have some imaginary object on which to vent with some heavy substance lying right across bitterness and anger; and headstrong and violent his path. He stumbled and fell, and his dress without control or guide, when his passions were and hands became literally dyed with the same concerned, he encouraged every angry feeling hue as the ground. He started up in terror; a against Morales, caring neither to define nor long vivid flash lingering more than a minute in subdue them, till the longing to meet him in the air, disclosed the object against which he deadly combat, and the how to do so, became had fallen; and paralysed with horror, pale, the sole and dangerous occupation of heart and ghastly, as if suddenly turned to stone, he remind.

mained. He uttered no word nor cry; but flash Stanley's heavy and unnatural sleep had lasted after flash played around him, and still beheld some hours, when he was suddenly and pain- nim gazing in stupified and mot less horror fully awakened by so loud and long a peal of on the appalling sight before him. thunder that the very house seemed to rock

(To be continued.) and shake with the vibration. He started up on his couch; but darkness was around him so dense that he could not distinguish a single object. This sleep had been unrefreshing, and so heavy an oppression rested on his chest,

DE COURTENAYE. that he felt as if confined in a close cage of iron. He waved his arms to feel if he were indeed at

BY THE AUTHOR OF " TITIAN," liberty. He moved in free air, but the darkness seemed to suffocate him; and springing up, he “ What clouds thy brow, Sir Leoline, at this our groped his way to the window, and flung it open.

marriage-feast : Feverish and restless, the very excitement of the Can aught of ill have vex'd it here, oh, ever bonour'd night seemed to urge him forth, thus to disperse the oppressive weight within. A flash of Thou, of the high and dauntless heart, whose snowy

gonfalon* lightning playing on the polished sheath of his The meteor of the battle-field in many a fight hath sword he secured it to his side, and threw his mantle over his shoulders. As he did so his hand came in contact wlth the upper part of the " Awake from such a mood of gloom, thou gallant sheath, from which the hilt should have pro

Courtenaye, jected, but, to his astonishment and alarm, no For brilliant eyes are flashing scorn at thy sad dishilt was there—the sheath was empty.

In vain he racked his memory to ascertain And, gazing on thy face, enquire – Can this be he whether he had left his sword in its scabbard, or had laid the naked blade, as was his custom, by Hath named the gayest of the gay, where Youth and him while he slept. The more he tried to think

Beauty throng?" the more confused his thoughts became. His forehead felt circled wiih burning iron, his

“ The liquid ruby of the bowl is sparkling by thee lips were dry and parched, his step faltering as Its Lethe power can chase cold care from thine enif under the influence of some potent spell. He shadowed brow, called for a light, but his voice sounded in his where many a bright-eyed bonnibellet with rapt'rous own ears thick and unnatural, and no one an

smile would greet swered. His aged hosts had retired to rest an Sir Leoline de Courtenaye a suitor at her feet!" hour before, and though they had noticed and drew their own conclusions from his agitated “ Even at thy bridal board, Sir Childe, the goblet I movements, his call was unregarded. In five

pass by, minutes more they heard him rush from the Nor upon smiling Beauty's charms I turn my sadhouse; and anxious as she was to justify all the

den'd eye; ways and doings of her handsome lodger, old I may not teach this heart to sue, however fair the Juana was this night compelled to lean to her Her whom I love my coldness left in other lands to husband's ominously expressed belief, that no

pine. one would voluntarily go forth on such an awful night, save for deeds of evil.

“ 'Twere vain to say how fair she was who won me His rapid pace and open path were illumined to her bower ; every alternate minute with the vivid lightning, The glorious sun hath never shone on a more peerless and the very excitement of the storm partially removed the incomprehensible sensations under which Stanley laboured. He turned in the direc- * The small flag at the end of the lance. tion of the Castle, perhaps with the unconfessed



whom song


of Bonne et belle.


the seas;

his :

She is, or was, the pride of France-its purest, love. “ Take back thy ring, thou recreant knight; I free liest May

thee from thy vow; Fair are the dames I see around - she was as fair as Thou brokest thy faith, I break its pledge, yet-I they.

forgive thee now;

Seek out some high-born dame as mate-oh, do not " I wooed her-Won ber—then forsook, and hurried her deceive, me away,

But Memory's self must die ere thou forgettest Deeming her all too lowly born to wed with Genevieve.

Courtenaye : But ever in my sight is still her meek, reproving Clad as a sage, I followed through many a storm glance,

and breeze, Por, day and night, my conscience sees that fair, As winged thy barque her arrowy flight-an eagle of lorn flower of France.

Through many a fight I follow'd thee-no other fault “ With hooded falcon on my hand, I tried if sport

is mine, could win

But that I loved thee all too well, oh, faithless My memory from the better thoughts which pierced Leoline."

my heart within. My tiercelets struck the quarry down, but still re- He bent a lowly knee to earth; he took her hand in

membrance fell Upon the face, so sadly fair, of her who loved too She sank upon his breast. He gave one deep, imwell.

passion'd kiss ;

Then, with a warrior's lordly pride, he placed her by "I drain'd the wine-cup till my brain grew dizzy

his sidefrom its power ;

“ Sir Childe, I pray you look upon my Genevieve, Yet, even then, my thoughts were with that dear,

forsaken flower: I plunged into the tide of war-I won the fight—but Up rose that noble company, and pledged them in still,

the bowl, Amid the victor's pride my heart was with that And many a lay of gentle love did the old minstrel bonnibelle.

And never, never more did care the happy bosoms " I left my country, friends, and home, to claim her grieve for my own;

Of Leoline de Courtenaye, and his Lady Genevieve. I burried o'er the sea once more, and came to proud

Bayonne :
I sought her in her wonted bower-alas ! I sought

These ansious eyes may never see my bosom-love


my bride !"


in vain,


"Could she but know how in this heart remorse is

sternly set, And love the changeless-which deplores, but never

can forget; Then might her gentle bosom all my headstrong

faults forgive, And I might clasp to mine, for aye, my own dear

Genevieve !"

Cosi trapassa al trapassa d'un giorno

Della vita mortal il fiore e 'l verde;
Ne perche faccia indietro April ritorno,

Si rinfiora ella mai ne si rinverde.


By Madame De Staël.


When the fair dames had heard this tale, full many Ainsi passe en un jour la verdure et la fleur de la a bright eye wept;

vie mortelle ; c'est en vain que le mois du printemps Bat lo! from out that brilliant crowd a veil'd lady revient à son tour, elle ne reprend jamais ni sa verstept :

dure ni ses fleurs. Down the long hall she slowly paced, and paused by

Leoline, Raising, before his wondering eyes, a cross-Sal. vation's sign.

By Alicia June Sparrow.

In one brief day the bloom and verdure And then upon that cross she placed a sever'd ring

Of mortal life is o'er: of gold,

Spring, with its flowers, in vain returns, Withdrew the veil from her fair face, and said, “Sir

That brightness will return no more! knight, behold! Long since, upon this cross, thy faith was vowed in

far Bayonne ; This golden ring, thou saidst, would bind me ever as thine own.


The man who aims industrious to be Maiden. Burns has

Two principles must carry out, you see ; · And all to pluck a posy from my own dear May.Seek what to do," for fame by action speaks ;

Tiercelet, or tiercelin, a species of hawk. And what is more than this, do what he seeks."


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On the evening of which we write, an old “Oh, tell us about the moss!” exclaimed the grey-headed old man sat reading Longfellow's little Alice, as she climbed the old man's knee,

Hyperion” just as if he had been alone, al- and pressed her sweet face lovingly to his. though the soft lamplight fell upon a brisk · Did

you ever find any?" group of young and happy faces, as they bent " It grows for every one,” murmured Mr. over their various employments, whispering Cunningham, dreamily, “if they would but softly to one another that they might not disturb stoop to gather it. If they would look for it him, or occasionally bursting into low shouts of nearer home, where it is 'ever freshest and glad and uncontrollable laughter, at some greenest; and cherish it when found, instead of merry, jest among themselves—and still he Ainging it away, or trampling it heedlessly bestirred not.

neath our very feet!” His brow was high, and deeply furrowed ; his Alice wished it was daylight, that she might eyes were dim and hollow; and the thin withered go out and begin her search after the green hand shook as it turned over the pages before moss; but begged meanwhile to know somehim. Presently he paused and read aloud, in a thing more about it. voice tremulous with age, the following striking “Will you tell us the history of the miniature passage :-" He stole out into the silent and de- which I saw the other morning in your desk, serted streets, and went to visit the veteran dear uncle ? ” asked his eldest niece, " you prosculptor, Dannecker. He found him in his mised me you would.”. parlour, sitting alone, with his psalm-book and “And the moss!” interrupted Alice, not

The reminiscences of a life of eighty years.”” very clearly discerning the connection between

What a picture! The old man closed the the two. volume, and leant back with a heavy sigh. The old man smiled kindly upon the eager The reminiscences of a life of eighty years !” group, and closing the book before him, drew What struggles—what heart-burnings—what his chair nearer to the fire, and prepared to weariness—what vain yearnings after time, and open the sadder volume of his own long buried talents, and opportunities wasted and gone for memories. Kate went at his request for the ever! What haunting dreams of the sweet past, miniature. It was that of a young and beautidestined never to be realized! But “the psalm- ful girl; the hair parted simply upon the high book!” and now a new light steals over it—a brow, and the clear blue eyes full of a calm and tender and holy radiance, before which the dark happy light. As Kate said, there was someand gloomy shadows flit away one by one, and thing more than mere beauty in the touching a calm fell upon his troubled spirit. The aged expression of that gentle face. The rest looked sculptor sitting alone, surrounded by the bright upon it as we are apt to do on the frontispiece and inimitable creations of his own rare genius, of a book, that has little interest until we have and yet feeling like a little child when he took read the history to which it refers. the Holy Bible in his hands. Yes, it was a sweet “ Such," began the old man,

was Annie picture.

Hetherington when we first met. She was an Eighty years seem a long time," said Kate only child, and she often used to say, had no Howard, the eldest of his nieces, a fair, gentle- one but her aged father and myself to love or eyed girl; “how much Dannecker must have care for in all the world." had to think about."

“ Was she your sister ?” asked Frank Eve“Yes, it is a long, weary time to look back rett. upon; but who, nevertheless, cannot exclaim “No, she was my betrothed !” with the poet,

Kate laid her hand gently upon the boy's

shoulder, bidding him not to interrupt his uncle · Praises for the mosses soft,

any more; and Mr. Cunningham continued. In our pathway very oft.'”

Mr. Hetherington was not rich, and his in

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