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fully harsh to her-wants to marry her, and came upon a black-robed monk, standing, get her off his hands. I assure you you veiled and motionless, with a skull in one have a very good chance."
bony hand. This cheerful object changed “I mistrust that old colonel," said I, dic- the current of our talk, and we parted prestatorially; "as I trust his daughter. Some- ently at a fountain. Women with black how she and I chime in tune together ;” and, twists of hair were standing round about, as I spoke, I began to understand why you waiting in grand, careless attitudes, while once said wofully, that you had not one the limpid water flowed. friend in the world ; and my thoughts wan- When I reached your door, I found the dered away to the garden where I had found carriage waiting, and you and your father you waiting on the steps of the terrace. under the archway. “Come with us,” said
“What do you say to the 'Elisire d'Amore' he, and I gladly accepted. And so we drove Lady Fanny and I have been performing out at one of the gates of the city, out into lately?” Halbert was saying meanwhile, the Campagna, over which melting waves of very confidentially. “Sometimes I cannot color were rolling. Here and there we help fancying that the colonel wants to take passed ancient ruins crumbling in the sun; a part in the performance, and a cracked old the roadsides streamed with color and fratenor part, too. In that case I shall cry off, grance from violets and anemones and sweetand give up my engagements.” And then, smelling flowers. After some time we came nodding good-by, he left me.
suddenly to some green hills, and leaving I met him again in the Babuino a day or the carriage climbed up the sides. Then we two after. He came straight up to me, say- found ourselves looking down into a green ing, “ Going to the Ollivers', eh? Will you glowing valley, with an intense heaven above take a message for me, and tell the colonel all melting into light. You, with a little I mean to look in there this evening. That transient gasp of happiness, fell down kneel. old fox the colonel—you have heard that he ing in the grass. I shall always see the picis actually going to marry Lady Fanny. ture I had before me then—the light figure She told me so herself, yesterday.” against the bright green, the black hat, and
“I think her choice is a prudent one," I long falling feather ; the eager face looking answered, somewhat surprised. “I suppose out at the world. May it be forever green and Colonel Olliver is three times as rich as pleasant to you as it was then, O eager face! yourself? You must expect a woman of As we were parting in the twilight, I sudthirty to be prudent. I am not fond of that denly remembered to give Halbert's mesvirtue in very young people, but it is not un- sage. It did not greatly affect your father ;: becoming with years."
but how was it? Was it because I knew Halbert Aushed up.
“I suppose from you so well that I instinctively guessed you that you mean she was very near marrying were moved by it? When I shook hands
I'm not sorry she has taken up with with you and said good-night, your hand the colonel after all. You see, my mother trembled in mine. was always writing, and my sisters at home; “Wont you look in too ?” said the colonel. and they used to tell me ... and I myself
But I shook my head. “Not to-nightthought she, you know what I mean. no, thank you.” And so we parted. But, of course, they have been re-assured on My lodgings were in the Gregoriana ; the that point.”
windows looked out over gardens and cupo“Do you mean to say,” I asked, in a las ; from one of them I could see the Pincio. great panic, " that you would marry any From that one, next morning, as I sat drink. woman who happened to fall in love with ing my coffee, I suddenly saw you, walking
slowly along by the parapet, with your dog “I don't know what I might have done a running by your side. You went to one of year ago,” said he, laughing; “but just now, those outlying terraces which flank the road, you see, I have had a warning, and besides and leaning over the stone-work looked out it is my turn to make the advances." at the great panorama lying at your feet:
I was immensely relieved at this, for I Rome, with her purple mantle of mist, redidn't know what I was not going to say. gally spreading, her towers, her domes, and
Here, as we turned a street corner, we great St. Peter's rising over the house-tops,
her seven hills changing and deepening with to him, when—when he saw you did not disnoblest color, her golden crown of sunlight like me. I am behaving shamefully-yes, streaming and melting with the mist. Some- shamefully, but it is because I know you are how I, too, saw all this presently when I too kind not to forgive--not to forgive. reached the place where you were still What can I do? You know how it has alstanding.
ways been. You don't know what it would And now I have almost come to the end be to marry one person, caring for another. of my story, that is, of those few days of my Ah! you don't know what it would be to life of which you, Esther, were the story. have it otherwise than as it is ” (this claspYou stood there waiting, and I hastened ing your hands). “But you don't ask it. towards you, and fate (I fancied you were Ah! forgive me, and say you don't ask it.” my Fate) went on its course quite unmoved | Then standing straight and looking down by my hopes or your fears. I thought that with a certain sweet dignity, you went onyou looked almost handsome for once. You“ Heaven has sent me a great and unexcertainly seemed more happy. Your face pected happiness, but there is, indeed, a bitflushed and faded, your eyes brightened and ter, bitter cup to drink as well. Though I darkened. As you turned and saw me, a throw you over, though I behave so selfishly, radiant quiver, a piteous smile came to greet don't think that I am utterly conscienceless, me somewhat strangely. You seemed try that I do not suffer a cruel pang indeed ; ing to speak, but the words died away on when I think how you must look at me, your lips—to keep silence, at least, but the when I remember what return I am making faltering accents broke forth.
for all your forbearance and generosity. “What is it, my dear?” said I at last, When I think of myself, I am ashamed and with a queer sinking of the heart, and I held humiliated; when I think of him—" out my hand.
Here you suddenly broke off, and turned You caught it softly between both yours. away your face. “Ob!” you said, with sparkling eyes, “I Ah me! turned away your face forever am a mean, wretched girl-oh! don't think from me. The morning mists faded away ; too ill of me. He, Mr. Halbert, came to see the midday sun streamed over hills and me last night, and-and, he says ... Oh! towers and valley. The bell of the Trinità I don't deserve it. Oh! forgive me, for I am hard by began to toll. so happy;" and you burst into tears.
I said, “ Good-by, and Heaven keep you, have been so good to me,” you whispered on. my dear. I would not have had you do oth“I hardly know how good. He says he erwise.” And so I went back to my lodgonly thought of me when you spoke of me ling.
Pioneers; or, Biographical Sketches of Leaders in of progress. However, we are willing to accept
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thoughtful students the names of some of the So far as they go, these sketchy notices of greatest benefactors of mankind. Under the great men may prove not unacceptable to head of maritime discovery we naturally meet youthful readers, though too brief and superfi- with Columbus and Vasco de Gama. Gutencial to be of any use to others than beginners. berg and Caxton very properly inaugurate the Nor is the selection altogether judicious, but art of printing. Wycliffe, Savonarola, John of objections on that head are declared by the au- Wesel, and Martin Luther, appear as the forethor to proceed from individual tastes and acci- runners of religious freedom. To Lord Bacon dental courses of reading. To this self-com- is ascribed the honor of exploding the pedantic placent plea we demur, on the ground that a philosophy of the Schools, and to Roger Bacon, writer on such a subject is assumed to possess Copernicus, and Galileo, that of commencing the widest possible knowledge of the pathfinders the scientific era, while Adam Smith and George of mankind, and consequently in a position to Stephenson respectively introduce political single out the real pioneers ir each department economy and practical science.-Spectator.
DULCE DOMUM !
And, beaten down from steep to steep,
I see the dizzy walls leap higher; The fine old fragment, still used as a college The tender voices sink below chant, with the touching refrain of “Dulce, The first breath of an Easter choir. dulce, domum," is attributed to a youth, who, Quick, startled by the night-guard's tramp, on being separated from home, to which he was Upwards I throw hands, clenched and damp: passionately attached, languished and died from They strike the bracket of my lamp. the effects of the bereavement. The writer of
Dulce, dulce domum. the following lines has attempted a fuller interpretation of the spirit which pervades the old and almost forgotten lyric.
Fetch me a leaf of asphodel,
I long to feel it in my palm: Ah! racked pine, on the granite steep,
And, dying, tearful, hear without Shadowy from each blowing wind,
The mournful Babylonian psalm. And dashed with dusk from yonder cloud
While Israel, by the willows' drowse, With fires of fading sunset lined,
Pined for her home, with ash-strewn brows, Within my brain your image lies,
And I pine for my father's house. Transformed; and looms upon mine eyes
Dulce, dulce domum. A castle black against the skies.
-Once a Week.
J. F. O'D. Dulce, dulce domum.
No. 924.-15 February, 1862.
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SHORT ARTICLES.-A Lucky Chess-Player, 392. Alleghania, 400. Gorilla Hunters, 400. Prussian Crown, 409. Children's Garland from the Best Poets, 414. Handbook for Emergencies, 414. Notes on Fields and Cattle, 414. Fog, 422.
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NO ROOM FOR JESUS.
THAT WHICH WE HAVE SEEN WITH
OUR EYES OF THE WORD OF LIFE. Because there was no room for them at the inn - Luke 2 : 7.
IF Jesus came to earth again, In this great caravansary, that forms man's
And walked and talked in field and street, resting-place on his way from eternity to eter- Who would not lay his luman pain nity, there is room for every interest but religion
Low at those heavenly feet? -for every friend but Christ.-Sermon.
And leave the loom, and leave the lute, Au! little knew they of the guest immortal,
And leave the volume on the shelf, Who sought the inn at Bethlehem that day,
To follow him, unquestioniny, mute,
If 'twere the Lord himself?
How many a heart with grief o'erladen,
How many a man with woe forlorn,
Which fails the earthly weak endeavor,
Is spoken still by the same human race; And drink content forever!
By the still watercourse he leads;
His lambs upon his breast are laid, Minds, in whose spacious chambers earthly
His hungry ones he feeds. learning,
And I, where'er he went, would go, Usurps the kingdom heavenly wisdom claims;
Nor question where the path might lead, Majestic wills, that endless glories spurning,
Enough to know that here below, Chain down their energies to trivial aims.
I walked with God, indeed !
In absence is thy love forgot?
If this be thus, if this be thus,
Room for the high, the wealthy, or the great ; Since we are weak, once more to us
Oh, nearer to me, in the dark
Of life's low hours, one moment stand, Enters no door his footprints have not trod,
And give me keener eyes to mark When he alone to mortal man has given
The moving of thy hand. Room in the holy Paradise of God !
OWEN MEREDITH. No room for Jesus ! Let the world take warn
ing, Lest it be called to bear its final doom,
MADAME RECAMIER. And in the solemn resurrection morning, It stand at heaven's gate to find “no room." | 'Twas not her beauty—though acknowledged
queen No room for Jesus ! Lord, assert thy power-Unselfish clinging to the friends of youth,
Of a wide empire-goodness, sweetness, truth,
In worshipped idols. These, and that serene
Bettering the best, still laboring to repress O only Saviour, all our idols leaving,
Discordant elements in life's worst scene,We yield thee room within our fullest love;
These were her charms, her triumphs. So the Thy gracious word of promise still believing,
word That thou preparest room for us above.
That speaks of her hath no unmeaning sound ;
Nor can we deem it less than sacred ground No room for Jesus ! Terrible and dreary
Where, by the oppressor feared, the oppressed Would be a life, a death, by thee unblessed.
adored, Dwell in us here, then give our spirits weary,
Her feet passed on, through all that awful time, Room with thee, Lord, in thy eternal rest.
Loving the sufferers and averting crime. - Western Churchman. -Spectator.