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to be so furiously assailed in anno Domini one, ter worse, when Ring's apology was heard, a before I was kind enough to take you under my burst of laughter succeeded it. Miss Iverson protection. There is the bell, is it not? I won was not pleased at being in such near proximity der who will honour us with a call.”

to the object of ridicule, and when the ladies A lady and a gentleman entered the room a were leaving, overheard Ring's fervent ejaculaminute after.

tion of thank heaven, they are going.' 'Yes,' “Miss Leslie !- this is an unexpected plea- said she, turning round to him with a sarcastic sure,” said Mrs. Campbell, rising to meet her. look, 'now Ring for supper!'” “ Mr. Leslie, I am most happy to see you.” I “How was his appetite affected by his awk

Dr. Vernon took Sophy's cloak, and hung it ward mistake?” said Mrs. Campbell, laughing. on Mr. Campbell, who was shaking hands with “Visibly increased,” replied Edward." He Edward. “My dear Vernon, I am not a chair," managed to consume the piece of venison he had said he, turning round. Dr. Vernon stammered calumniated, and told me, in tones of the bitsomething about not seeing, and seated himself terest disappointment, that the dinde desossée precipitately. “Well, well, my dear fellow, you had disappeared before the voraciousness of the needn't knock yourself down for it," continued ladies." Mr. Campbell, with great gravity ; “there is no « What a wretch !” said Sophy. “He deharm done. Miss Leslie will excuse your put- served the visitation of a cauchemar all night." ting her mantelet to such an ignominious use, I “ An ounce of arit, I pray you, fair ladies! suppose; it only rests with Maria to pardon you after Mr. Ring's vulgarity,” said Mr. Campbell. for taking me for a hat-stand !"

“Miss Leslie, one song before you go. Do not Dr. Vernon was too much confused to speak call for your cloak yet.” for some time after they were all seated; but Sophy went to the piano, and sang that Maria's kindness soon put him at his ease. It was sweetest of little songs, “ Buona notte amato an extraordinary occasion that, on which you bene." lost your self-possession, my good Dr. Vernon. After she had finished, she heard a voice You must have been travelling fast to the an- echoing the words tipodes then, or deep in the imaginary dissection

" Tu ben sai, tu ben sai, que questo core, -of somebody's heart ! No one spoke of the late ball; but Sophy

Per te prova, per te prova, gran pena;" mentioned it with such a pretty blush, that Dr. and turning around, she met young Vernon's Vernon choked himself with the cup of tea he eyes fixed upon her with an expression of deep had just taken from the servant.

admiration. She blushed deeply, and went “Maria, your tea is uncomfortably hot,” said hastily to the end of the room where the rest her husband, with a sly look at the Doctor's had remained while she sang. face. Miss Leslie, let me give you one of these Dr. Vernon folded her cloak around her mérinques.

slight form, but said nothing more during her “Mérinques put me in mind of Mrs. Caming-conversation with Maria before leaving. Her ton's ball,” said Edward. “If you recollect, “good evening” to him was uttered in a lower there was a high pyramid of them in the middle tone than to Mr. and Mrs. Campbell. He alone of the supper table. Mr. Ring, who is a gour- / remarked it, and a thrill of joy went to his mand of the first order, was knocking it fu-heart, as he gratefully hailed this first sign of riously down, as he saw the ices melting in the the beautiful girl's attachment. Sophy's agitaladies' mouths, hoping, as he elegantly expressed tion had caused her voice to falter. She unconhimself, to send them off, as soon as he could, sciously made the difference, and was not aware by a hurried distribution of their favourite cake. of having done so. Dr. Vernon had penetration *How long they do stay!' he exclaimed to me, enough to discover this, but her emotion was with an air of despair. I never saw such ap- all to him. Oh, Doctor! a pretty fellow you petites in my life! And look at the meats here! were that night, as you stepped into the gutters, Every one of them done to cinders! My dear and knocked your head against the lamp-post!. fellow,' he continued, looking miserable all the No wonder that Sophy sang merrily as a bird time, can you believe it? In trying, as I al- | all the next day. Her eye was brighter than ways do, to put by a few choice morceaux for my / usual, her cheek a little more flushed, and at own benefit, I got hold of a piece of venison just every ring of the bell she started up like a now, which really looked beautiful. In cutting frightened deer. Her heart beat at the thought it to test its excellence, I found it cooked- of “ ben sai," and the colour would steal cooked as brown as that,' and he laid his hand over her fair brow at mention of one cabalistical on the fruit napkin as he thought, but really name. upon Miss Iverson's white fingers! Now, the Dr. Vernon's visits became very frequent doyley was a dark brown one; and in his eager- about this time. There was always something ness, Ring's voice had risen to a pitch loud | forgotten or something to be remembered. A enough for all those immediately around to hear / book for Ellen, flowers for Mrs. Leslie, or else him; and as they caught his concluding words Mr. Leslie's rheumatism made him uneasy. He 'brown as that,' and saw his hand laid upon his pleased everybody, and tried hard to please fair neighbour's, they looked at one-another in Sophy. And so he did; how well he succeeded, amazement. Miss Iverson lifted her hand in the reader may learn by the following occurrence haughty displeasure; and, as if to make the mat- and conversation :

The One-Horse Carriage.

One morning Sophy was singing in the back , as though her heart was not busied with a parlour. The song was a favourite one, “ Tu thousand plans of happiness for her beautiful ben sai,” and she was so much occupied with child. putting the proper expression into it,' that she And Jast—and Sophy thought she never did not hear the door slide back as a person should be able to wait for it-Mrs. Leslie rose, entered the room: he (it was a gentleman, best and her daughters followed. Before a quarter reader) glided noiselessly up to the piano, and of an hour Sophy's full heart poured itself out as she finished playing, caught the little white upon her mother's bosom, and with a look of hand in his own.

joyful triumph Mrs. Leslie kissed her daughter's Sophy was excessively alarmed, and forgot to blushing cheek. say, as every proper heroine would have done, Meanwhile her lover had requested, and ob“ Release me, sir !" So Dr. Vernon hurried on tained a private audience down stairs in Mr. with what he had to say.

Leslie's study. He at once stated his errand, “Would you be angry, Miss Leslie, if I were and his hopes that Sophy's fair hand would not to repeat those words in plain English, and ask be refused to him; mentioned his high respect you to believe me?"

for the family, touched upon his prospects in life I could not hear what Sophy answered, she with charming diffidence, and wound up with a spoke so low, but I conclude it was to the gen- passionate declaration of his love, and an appeal tleman's satisfaction, as he led her to the sofa, to Mr. Leslie's kindness and clemency. retained her hand, and sat there the whole! The father listened gravely and in silence, but morning without seeing that each one of the towards the end of the lover's speech smiled a family came successively and popped their heads little, and then looked up with a look by no in through the door, then popped them back means discouraging. The Doctor's eyes squared again as quickly without saying a word! with anxiety, and he listened with forty hearing

Mrs. Leslie bestowed on Ellen the honourable but very awkward office of calling them to “I do not exactly see what else is to be done, dinner; for lo! the clock struck four, and like my young friend, but to give consent. You win some prince and princess in the Arabian Nights, Sophy's heart, then come to me for her hand, the lovers remained as if spell-bound!

and even if I did not like and esteem you, “Make them aware of your coming, my love, which I really do, I could not stand in the way by clearing your throat or coughing in the front of my child's happiness. She is yours, Vernon; parlour. Your unexpected presence would be I need not say, make her happy." very mal-à-propos.

Dear reader, I leave you to imagine the lovers' « But, mamma,” said George, who was fond transports, and his grateful acknowledgments to of arguing the point, “suppose now that sister the father of his Sophy. Moreover, I will tax Ellen does not want to cough or clear her your imagination still further, and ask you to throat? People do that when they have a cold, I pass over the mere relation of the evening that don't they?”

followed, at which time the hours flew on golden “ Pshaw, child !” said his mother, laughing, wings, and everything wore the one bright hue “ let your sister go, and do not ask foolish of happy love. questions.”

Mrs. Leslie was too busy now to think of Ellen ran off, resolving to make as much anything besides the trousseau ; it is sufficient noise as she could, so she threw down the to say that it was perfect in every respect. To music-stand on her way. This acted very suc- Ellen's clever hands was left the tying of each cessfully, for Dr. Vernon rushed out to know if pacquet with blue and white ribbon, and Monshe had hurt herself, and she delivered her sieur Praline was directed to make the bridemessage while she stooped to pick up the loose cake a chef d'æuvre of culinary art. leaves of music that lay scattered on the carpet. The only drawback to Mrs. Leslie's happiness

Sophy blushed a great deal during dinner, was Sophy's insisting on having her bridal dress and ate very little, of course-cela va sans dire. as simple as possible. She resisted all the broThe Doctor asked Ellen to take wine with him, deries, the Brussels and blonde lace, displayed and, when the glasses were filled, forgot it! before her by the obliging mantua-maker. Ellen turned to her father with an arch look, “Let my dress be perfectly plain, dear and bowed her head, while George was seized mother; recollect that a costly one is more than with such a fit of giggling that his mother sent I would wish to wear, under our present cirhim away from the table. Sophy sat impatient cumstances. Besides, a morning-dress need and nervous, watching the removal of the cloth never be like an evening toilette; I shall be with eager delight. She thought her father obliged to change it almost immediately afterlonger than ever in carving that day, and when after the ceremony;" and Sophy blushed deeply at length the nut-cracking went its merry round, as she uttered the awful word : “and it will be she breathed a sigh of thankfulness. Her mother so much trouble off your hands." saw it all, but was too good a Metternich to be- ' “ Well, be it so, then, Sophy;" said her tray by a glance that her daughter's secret was mother, with a half sigh, as she gave up; already known; so she calmly went through her“ brides elect are always to be obeyed. But I usual routine of peeling oranges for her hus- depend on the Doctor's corbeille for something band, sprinkled them with powdered sugar, then splendid.” poured the coffee into the tiny cups before her, | The corbeille came, and Anna rushed up to Sophy's room-"Oh, Miss Sophy! the corbean's , me, my own love; let me follow your generous come; everybody is waiting to see it opened. example, and confess them to you who hold They are all down in the library, ma'am. "Miss the happiness of my whole life in your hands,” Ellen! the corbean's come.”

and he kissed both the fair ones he held in his. Everything favoured Mrs. Leslie's wish for Best reader! Sophy was indulgent, and cermagnificence. The veil was of Brussels, and the tain that he exaggerated in his recital. The monchou woven by fairy hands, with “Sophy" more severe he was upon himself, the more flourishing in the corner of an unexceptionable ready was she to palliate, and she ran up the bouquet. There were presents for Mrs. Leslie stairs when he was gone, with a light step and and Ellen, and according to the former's un- a lighter heart, to give vent to her joy by a questionable authority, everything was “per- burst of tears, like an April shower, over her fectly à la Française." She was in raptures, and present peace of mind. She knelt, and breathed now more than ever anxious for asking the a prayer of thankfulness to Him who seeth into whole world to Sophy's wedding. “ It was such every breast and watcheth over all, even to the a selfish shame," she repeated, " to keep all sparrow falling on the ground. their happiness to themselves- to hide so many The wedding was strictly private. Mr. and lovely things from the eyes of their friends.” Mrs. Campbell were present, and, at Edward's

“And what friends have we, dear mother,” request, Julia Livingston acted as bridemaid said Sopby, with moistened eyes, “who could with Miss Vernon. A dejeúner à la fourchette, -nay, who would participate in our present which Mrs. Leslie determined should atone for feelings? Curiosity would bring them to see the simplicity of the bride's dress, awaited the the bride and her behaviour, while envy would guests, and Monsieur Praline's bride-cake was sneer at any emotion we might betray. No ex-as magnificent as bouquets, wreaths of icing, hibition of our domestic joys or troubles for me, and little Cupids volant, could make it. The let every thought be free and holy at such a ring fell to Julia, who received it with a blush time, and let us be 'the world forgetting, by the and a smile, prophetic of another wedding in the world forgot' when such a solemn change is on same family. my destiny."

The bride was pale, but lovely as an angel ; The arrival of Dr. Vernon's father and sister and when she retired to change her dress, Mr. was to determine the day Sophy now began to Vernon turned to his son with moistened eyes, think of with fear and trembling. The awful and clasped his hand with an affectionate conresponsibility of another's happiness was upon gratulation on his happiness. her. Faults to be corrected on her side-to be Sophy wept upon her mother's bosom when borne with from him; failings of which she she reached her room, and murinured her graknew nothing as yet; a difference of opinions, titude for the affection ever bestowed on her sometimes of tastes, by which each might one from infancy till now. “I leave you, dearest day inadvertently wound the other; all these mother; I belong to another,” she said, looking things Sophy dwelt upon with deep anxiety as up through her tears; “but never, never can I she thought of the future.

love you less than I do. No new tie can sever To her mother she could not apply for ad- us, my mother; no separation can ever make vice; her ideas of woman's vocation were as me forget what I owe you." widely opposite to those of her daughter's in- | Her mother could only weep, and bless the tended husband as the antipodes, and Sophy child that clung to her; and the newly-made knew it, but felt that no one else could possess husband grew somewhat impatient, while his the confidence of fears, at which Mrs. Leslie fair bride was bathing her red eyes in rose would smile and jest. She resolved upon one water up-stairs. course an open avowal of her faults to her A graceful leave of each and all, and Mrs. lover, a tacit call upon him for the same sin- Vernon stepped into the beautiful equipage that cerity; and thus, by a mutual understanding, waited before the door. And now they are gone! clear their path of thorns, which lay bid amid Her husband sits beside her, his hand clasping the flowers that bloomed now upon the romance hers, and his voice speaking words of love, as of plighted love, and its willing blindness. she brushes away her tears. Soon smiles were

With beating heart and quivering lip Sophy dancing on the bride's lovely face, and ere they prepared herself for the task. But, gathering reached Mr. Vernon's country seat, where they courage, as her lover's eyes bent tenderly upon passed the honey-moon, the happy husband had her own, she laid the foundation of that hap- heard the allegory of “Pride and Vanity,” and piness she ever after enjoyed—the reward of the history of the old aversion to “the oneher candour.

horse carriage.” “Dearest, best beloved,” said her grateful companion, “ faults thus confessed become virtues through the trial such noble conduct has endured. If ever one fear of our future has crossed my mind during the last happy weeks, it was for yours, not for mine. I feared the effect of a discovery of my many faults of disposition and temper might have upon your gentle, unsuspecting nature, Learn them from

Hast Thou Earth's Gifts.

45 A PAIR AND A MA TCH.

THE FAREWELL OF A CONSUMPTIVE

INVALID TO SHANKLIN CHINE.

The foe our land has wasted,

The olive-tree is fell’d; We bitter draughts have tasted

Which to us darkly swell’d.

And Jordan's stream is drying

Beneath the Sun's fierce glow ; And Israel, faint and dying,

Have reach'd the height of woe !

Farewell for ever!
Sweet little valley, with thy lonely cot,

Smiling like Innocence upon the main !
Thou art a place that may not be forgot!
Others may visit thee, but I again

Shall see thee never !

Sweet lonely glen! The stream, that through thy wilderness doth lave,

Washing the pebbles of thy flowery shore, Doth hurry onwards to the boundless wave; That passing stream shall visit thee no more,

Nor I again!

And thou, loved one ! That from thy rocky balcony above

Didst smile upon my kneeling figure, know Thou hadst a spell that bound my heart in love ; Thou went the gem, that lent the vale its glow !

Thou wert its sun !

Our sanctuaries are ashes,

Our Temple is no more ; And many a wild wave dashes

Between us and the shore !

HAST THOU EARTH'S GIFTS?

BY ROSE ACTON.

Oh! is it true,
That I no more on that young face shall gaze,

Or wander on the sands with thee alone;
Or when the vale has lost the evening rays,
From my guitar call up its sweetest tone ?

Ob! 'twas for you!

Never! nerer! The purple clouds, that hold the sun's last glow;

The bounding waves, that on the shore are cast; The glen's wild flowers, that perish ere they blow, Are types of me; for I shall fade as fast ! Farewell for ever!

ALBERT TAYLOR.

Hast thou Earth's Gifts
Flung round thy path ?
Hath thy smile warmth
As Childhood's smile hath ?
Those round thy hearth,
Still do they vie
With Love's wiles, to win
A glance from thine eye ?
Deem'st thou that smiles
Never can change,
And that the loved
Will seek not to range ?
Care over Mirth
Soon casteth her pall;
And the loved, like the leaves,
Will wither and fall!
Humble thine heart
When Joy is tbine own,
For thought that with Woe
Thou may'st yet be alone.
So sball the “Dark days''
Find in thy breast
A light brightly burning-
To God leave the rest.

A LAMENT OF JUDAH.

" Zion is a wilderness, Jerusalem a desolation."

Isalah, lxiv.

BY THE HON. JULIA MAYNARD.

Oh! beauteous were our daughters,

As the Temple's beauty-gate, Or swans that clave the waters

Of blue Galilee so late !

Our youth were like tall cedars,

Strong of fibre, stout of limb; Fit for Israelitish leaders,

Chanting low the battle-hymn !

The smoke of our lost City

Rose the incense of despair ; No heart was mov'd to pity

For the desolation there!

Hast thou to drain
The World's cup of Care ?
Hast thou a hearth,
And solitude there?
Hast thou in trust
Bound to thine heart
One in whose dreams
Truth hath no part?
Deem'st thou that Peace
Is not for thee?
Doubt'st thou the hope
Thy Faith cannot see?
The dregs of thy cup
Yet sweeten'd may prove ;
The Trusted and True
Return thee thy love.
Think in thine heart,
Though stormy to-day,
To-morrow may see
The cloud pass away :
Thus shall the Future
Find in thy breast
Faith's light brightly burning-
To God leave the rest !

Blood, that dyed brook Cedron, flow'd

Faster than the trodden vines : Bow'd beneath Affliction's load,

Now in silence Judah pines !

The towers of Salem's glory

Burnt like shreds of gopher-wood'' Walls ivy-grown and hoary

Melted in the fiery flood !

BY A. 8.

Courteous Reader !-you who are, according bequeath him her silver snuff-box, and a pint to the ungallant Lindley Murray, of the cup of the same precious metal; and these he “superior" gender-have you the honour to hold facetiously called “great expectations,” and “an a commission in H. M.'s service ? and have you interest in the lady's plate;" but beyond this, had the experience of country quarters? If you till some unforeseen good fortune should give be of the gentler sex, have you ever had a him promotion, a sub he was likely to remain. brother, or a cousin, or some such privileged But no matter, he was the life of the mess, and correspondent, who wrote you interminable more sought after than any man there. letters on its disadvantages ?

Things went on quietly enough. We amused He would surely dilate therein on libraries ourselves as well as our means allowed; but in without books, and news-rooms with old papers; spite of all, ennui began to show her lengthened and what is worse, on tradespeople with such visage among us, when the enemy came down inordinate development of the organ of caution, | in the form of the fair niece of the testy old and such a proportionate depression of that squire of Ravenswood-Marguerite Mostyn, who, of benevolence, that their natural propensity in addition to her other charms, held ten thouseemed to consist in refusing long credit, and sand pounds at her own disposal. You might the opposition of hostile denial when demanded. have found many a more faultless beauty than

Where can the patriotism of the people be? our belle Marguerite, but you might seek in There was a time when an epaulette was a pass- vain for her bewildering eyes and sunny smile, port to the best dinner in the best houses ; for they belonged exclusively to herself; and when a sabre-cut made a man's fortune, by then her voice-you never heard her warble the enlisting in his favour the hearts, and giving melodies of the Emerald Isle! Ah! well; these him an interest for the hand, of the prettiest were the weapons with which this young enemy women in the country. Thank Heaven! I was of peace conquered our gallant -th. Strange young at the beginning of this century; for it and true it is, that she came down upon us like would have broken my heart—and soldiers “ a wolf on the fold," and did more mischief possessed such things then, as you shall pre-than our Peninsular campaign. sently see-to feel the discount to which the red! Our colonel, who had ever been the most concoats have fallen now-a-days. We now see our sistent and kind of governors, became morose places filled by the trader and money-getting and capricious; he threatened to turn rigid disman, handing down the dainty daughters of ciplinarian, and even went so far as to vent his scions of our nobility; while in time even their ill-humour upon “the favourite.” The major, pure hearts became incrusted with the universal / who had despised the inclination to foppery in love of gold. Oh! days of gold-lace, hard cash, our friend Fitz, was metamorphosed into a gentle-hearted daughters, and liberally-disposed dandy; while Fitz himself grew melancholy, parents, whither are ye fled ?

sang the most pathetic ditties ever chimed from There was not a happier or a merrier corps in the harp of Erin, and was known to fly to H. M.'s service than our gallant -th. We had solitude, and pensively solace himself with a returned to England after settling our trouble-cigar! Nor were these the only worshippers at some neighbours, and were beginning to enjoy the shrine of beauty; some were suing for the peace, and the assurance of its continuance, sake of her beaux yeur, and some from the whis. when we were ordered to the most dismal of pered praise of the “beaux yeux de sa cassette.country quarters, and for the first time the As a portionless damsel she would have been a tranquillity of our once amicable corps became beauty ; but with so fair a setting, who shall disturbed by the invasion of an enemy we were gainsay that she was a gem of the first water? totally unprepared to meet.

The colonel set about winning the lady in the Every regiment has its favourite, and ours most approved mode of military tactics, by was the youngest sub in the corps-Harry gaining allies in the person of the testy old Fitzmaurice, or, as he was familiarly called, squire and his prosy sister-in-law, both of whom “ Fitz;" the handsomest, merriest, and best had the tendency to button-hole dialogue, which hearted son of Erin, who did what he liked with is kept up by one person, himself replying to us all, from the old colonel down to the weather the question he propounds for your edification. beaten sergeant who had grown grey in the And the colonel having begun to humour the service. Fitz had one misfortune: he was the squire in listening to his thrice-told tales of youngest of seven sons, whose patrimony lay in perils from “ flood and field,” he was ever afterthe bogs of shire. He had more beauty wards a chosen victim for the infliction. than land, more debts than cash, and more wit It was about this time that our colonel, who and good humour than either. To be sure he was forinerly the best-natured fellow in the had a distant cousin, who had promised to world, began to abuse Fitz, whom he designated

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