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" that I have made my Lillie too much of but Mr. Preston was a star of the first magnitude. uld darling; but I have done it to avoid a I was a few years Agnes' junior, and well satisfied pvil. We women must love something, with the attentions I received from the other gentlepealth of affection is stored within our hearts, men, who deigned to notice so tiny a body as I was; are rendered miserable if it is poured out but Mr. Preston soon singled out Agnes. He walked, human being, after being pent up within rode and drove with her: hung over her enraptured uring childhood and girlhood up to woman. when she sung, and listened with earnestness to every Jould my Lillie be unfortunate in her love- word that fell from her lips. She was - wedded love—the misery will not be half fathom deep in love” ere she knew it-poor girl
for her heart belongs, at least two-thirds, and how exquisitely beautiful did this soul's dawning sily and mother, and no faithless lover can cause her lovely face to appear. The wind surely the possession of the whole of it.
was not answerable for those burning cheeks and deed,” exclaimed the dear girl, drawing bright, dancing eyes, which she bore after returning 's face down to hers—“my whole heart is from long rides, during which Mr. Preston was her pe maman, and yours it shall always be.” constant companion-and the treasured sprigs of jespat rapture gleamed the mother's eyes, as samine and verveine which she stored away in the ed the daughter's fond caresses. Some leaves of her journal, after a moonlight ramble in the leader, I may tell you what happened to conservatory, with the same fascinating attendantpn's heart, but now my thoughts are o'er- did not love cause all this? Naughty love, can the he dark mantle of the past, and I can only moments of rapture, exquisite though they be, which mother's former life.
thou givest, atone for the months and years of deep bwell was a beautiful girl—there was so heart-rending wretchedness which so often ensues ? y in her appearance. The gentle beam During the six weeks of that happy visit, Agnes eye was angelic, and her auburn ringlets Howell lived out the whole of her heart's existence. her clear fair brow and soft cheek as if Blissful and rapturous were the moments, sleeping hat lovely face. Then she was such a or waking, for Hope and Love danced merrily before
her family-an only daughter among a her. But, alas ! while it was the turning point—the png, stout clever brothers--merry healthy event of her life-"it was but an episode” in the $ were they, but the gentle Madonna sis- existence of the one who entranced her—“but a
midst seemed an “angel unawares." piping between the scenes." I do not think Mr. her was an excellent woman, strong. Preston ever realized the mischief he did. He was s-laking, but a little hard and obtuse in pleased with her appearance. Iler purity and naïveté e no more understood the gentle spirit were delightful to him. Her ready appreciation of art-yearnings of the daughter God had the true and beautiful in nature and art, interested an she did the mystery of life. She him; and he sought her as a companion, because she th all the strength of her nature, but she was the most congenial amongst those who surrounded panion of the quiet girl, and thought if him. He was a man of society, and never stopped
wardrobe in good order, watched her to think that the glowing, enthusiastic creature, h, and directed her serious reading, she whose eyes gazed up so confidingly to him, as he as required of her. Agnes grew up a conversed of literature and poesy, or whose lips enthusiast; quiet and self-possessed her overflowed with earnest, eloquent words, was an g bad made her, and a stranger would innocent, guileless child, into whose Undine nature ed at the tide of deep feeling that ebbed he had summoned the soul. He had been many years vithin the breast of that gentle, placid engaged, heart and hand, to another; and circumrunk from the rude badinage of her stances alone had delayed the fulfillment of that enothers, and finding that little was re- gagement. This Agnes knew nothing of, and sur
in the heart-way from her matter-of- rendered herself up, heart and soul, to him, unasked, and good-natured, easy father, she poor girl! Ile regarded her as an interesting, lovely wealth of her love upon an ideal. A girl, but he attributed the enthusiasm and feeling inds, or fancies she finds, the realization which he unconsciously had called into birth, to the
Chance threw in Agnes' path one who exquisite formation of her spirit, and thought her a enough in mind and person to realize most superior creature. No one marked the affaire a romantic girl's fancy.
as I did, for we were surrounded by those who knew well the time Agnes first met Mr. of Mr. Preston's situation in life, and his engage. were on a visit one summer to some ment, and who, moreover, regarded Agnes as a child r, and while there we met with this in comparison to him-an unformed woman, quite gentleman. How delighted were we beneath the choice of one so distingué as was Mr. h, and how enthusiastically did we Preston.
other his praises, when in our own Our visit drew near to a close; the evening before ted each other in undressing for the our departure I was looking over some rare and king ourselves for the gay dinner or beautiful engravings in the library. A gay party
We met with many other gentle were assembled in the adjoining apartments, and Mr. pable ones too, on this eventful visit, Preston had been Agnes' partner during the quadrilles and voluptuous waltz. I had lingered in the The chill moonlight shone down on Agnes, and its library, partly from shyness, partly from a desire to rays nestled between the ringlets and her downy take a farewell of my favorite haunt, and look over cheek, but its cold beams could not blench the rosy my pet books and pictures, while the rich waves hue, that mounted to her blue veined temples, as Mr. of melody floated around my ears. At the close of a Preston severed the fragrant exotic from its stem, and brilliant waltz, Mr. Preston and Agnes joined me, carefully pressed it between the leaves of his tablets. and I found myself listening with as much earnest. Many such words followed, and I walked unheeded ness as Agnes to the mellow lones of his voice, beside them, as they lingered in this lovely place. while he pointed out to us beauties and defects in the Pity that such blessed hours should ever be endedpictures, and heightened the interest we already took that life's lights should need dark shadows. Midin them by classical allusion or thrilling recital. If night swept over us ere good-night was said; and in the subject of a picture was unknown, he would a half-dreamy state of rapture, Agnes rested her bead throw around it the web of some fancied story, im- on her pillow. Nothing had been said; no love bad provised on the instant. I listened to him with been actually expressed, in the vulgar sense of the delight; every thing surrounding us tendedto increase word, and according to the world's view of such the effect of the spell. Music swelled in voluptuous matters, Mr. Preston was entirely guiltless of the cadences, merry voices, and the gushing sound of dark, heavy cloud that hung over the pathway of heart-felt laughter greeted our ears. Opposite the that young creature from that night. table over which we were leaning was a door, which We returned to our homes ; I benefited by my opened into a conservatory, through whose glasses visit, for my mind had been improved by the associastreamed the cold, pure moonlight, beaming on the tion with older and superior persons—and I returned exotics that in silence breathed an almost over- with renewed zeal to my studies and reading, that I powering odor; and my eyes dwelt upon that quiet, might understand that which had appeared but cool spot, while the soft, harmonious conversation of "darkly to my mind's eye." But Agnes found ber my companions, and the merry, joyous sounds of the companionless home still more cheerless. The busiball-room, blended half dreamily in my ears. ling, thrifty mother, and hearty, noisy brothers,
“You are wishing to escape into that conservatory, greeted her with earnest kindness; but after a few Miss Duval,” said Mr. Preston to me suddenly. weeks had passed, her spirit flagged. She lived for
A warm blush mantled my face, for I fancied he awhile upon the recollection of the past, and that thought I was weary of his conversation. I stammered buoyed her up; but, as day after day went noiseout some reply, I scarce knew what, which was not lessly and uneventfully by, her heart grew aweary listened to, however, for Agnes, catching sight of an of the dear " hope deferred," and a listlessness took Ethiop gypsey flower at the far end of the conser- possession of her. Poor girl! the rosy hue of her vatory, expressed a wish to see it. Mr. Preston with cheek faded, and the bright light of her eye grew dim. earnestness opposed the change—the atmosphere Her bustling, active family did not take notice of the there, he feared, was too chilling; but as she rested change in her appearance and spirits; but I, thrown her hand on his, with childish confidence, to prove daily with her, noted it with anxiety. I sought to to him the excitement and flush of the gay walız had interest her in my studies, and asked her assistance passed, and looked up with such beaming joyfulness in my music. With labor she would exert herself to out of her dark, violet eyes, he smilingly yielded; aid me; and at times her old enthusiasm would burst but first wrapped around her shoulders, with affec- forth, but only as the gleams of an expiring taper; tionate solicitude, an Indian crêpe shawl, that hung every thing seemed wearisome to her. near him on a chair. “Poor little me" was not One morning I heard that she had been seized with thought of; I might take cold if I could, he would a dangerous illness, and I hastily obeyed the sumnot have noted it; but I ejaculated to myself, “If I mons which I had received from her mother. What am too young for Mr. Preston to feel any interest in, a commotion was that bustling family thrown into. a few years will make a vast difference, and maybe The physicians pronounced ber sickness a brain in the future I shall be an object of care to some one." fever. When I reached her bedside, she was raving,
We reached the beautiful flower, over wbich and her beautiful eyes gazed vacantly on the nearest Agnes hung; and as she inhaled its fragrance, she and dearest of her friends ; even the mother that bore murmured in low words, which Mr. Preston bent his her hung over her unrecognized. She had retired as tall, graceful form to hear,
usual the night before, her mother said, apparently “ Thou dusky flower, I stoop to inhale
well; but at midnight the family had been awakened Thy fragrance-thou art one That wooeth not the vulgar eye,
by her shrieks and cries. I watched beside her bed Nor the broad-slaring sun.
weepingly, for I never hoped tô see her again in « Therefore I love thee! (selfish love
health. The dark wing of Death I felt already droopSuch preference may be,) That thou reservest all thy sweets,
ing over her; and with anguish I listened to the Coy thing, for night and me."
snatches of poetry and song that fell in fragments “This flower must be mine, Miss Agnes,” said from her lips. As I was placing a cup on a table in Mr. Preston, with gallantry; “and when I look on it, her room, during the day, my eye caught sight of it will tell me of the delicate taste and pure spirit of two cards tied with white satin ribbon, and on them one who has rendered six weeks of my cheerless life I read the names of Mr. Ralph Preston and his bride, bright."
with these words hastily written in pencil in Mr.
Preston's handwriting on the larger of the two she wrote, “when you hear that I am married ? A cards,
few years ago it would have surprised me, and I “You will, my lovely friend, rejoice in my hap should have thought it impossible. Moreover, I am piness, I am sure. Short was our acquaintance, but marrying a man for whom I do not entertain that with the hope that I am not forgotten, I hasten to rapturous, soul-engrossing, enthusiastic love' which inform you that the cheerless life-path you deigned we have always deemed so necessary in marrying, to brighten for a few short hours by your kind smiles, and which, Heaven knows, I was once capable of is now rendered calm and joyous. I am at last bestowing on a husband. Mr. Mason, whom I am married to the one I have secretly worshiped for about to marry, is not a man who requires such love. years. We both pray you may know happiness ex. The calm, quiet respect and friendship I entertain quisite as ours.”
for him, suits him far better. He is matter-of-factHow quickly I divined the cause of my friend's think of that, Enna-not at all like the imaginary illness; no longer was it a mystery to me as it was heroes of love we have talked of together. But he to her family. Those silent cards had been the mes. is high-minded, and possesses much intelligence and sengers of evil, and had been mute witnesses of the cultivation. We have been friends a long while, bitter anguish that had wrung her young heart. and I am confident that, if life and health are spared, There, in the silent night, bad she struggled with her happiness will result to both from our union." agony; and I fancied I heard her calling on Heaven She did not return to her country for many years for strength-that Heaven to which we only appeal after her marriage; and when I again saw her, she when overwhelmed by the sad whirldwind caused presented a strong contrast, in appearance, to the by our errors or passions. But strength had been pale, heart-broken creature I had parted with ten denied, and her spirit sank fainting.
years before. She was more beautiful even than in For weeks we watched the fluttering life within her youth-still delicate and spiritual in appearance; her, at times giving up all hope; but youth and careful and the calm, matronly dignity that pervaded her nursing aided the struggle of Nature with Death, and manner rendered her very lovely. Several children at last Agnes opened her languid eyes upon us, and she had-for our Lillie can boast a Neapolitan birth; was pronounced out of immediate danger. The but in her whole troop she has but this one darling sickening pallor that overspread her face an instant girl. Calm and quiet is Agnes Mason in her genera! after her returning consciousness, I well understood; deportment; but her intercourse with her children the thought of her heart's desolation came to her presents a strong contrast—then it is her “old enthumemory, and I fear life was any thing but a blessing siasm” bursts forth. She has been a devoted mother ; to her then. Her health continued delicate; and at and her children think her the most perfect creature last it was deemed advisable to take her to a more on earth. The intercourse between Agnes and Lillie genial climate—that change of scene and air might is, indeed, interesting. On the mother's part there strengthen her constitution, and raise her spirits, de- is intense devotion, which is fully returned by the pressed, the physician said, by sickness. I knew daughter, blended with reverential feelings. She has better than the wise Esculapius; but my knowledge superintended her education, and rendered what could not restore her. Her father was a man of would have been wearisome tasks, "labors of love." considerable wealth, therefore no expense was spared How often have I found them in the library with for her benefit. They resided some years in Europe, heads bent over the same page, and eyes expressive and the letters I received from Agnes proved that of the same enthusiasm ; or at the piano, with voices the change had, indeed, been of benefit. New asso- and hands uniting to produce what was to my ears ciations surrounded her, and dissipated the sad fore- exquisite harmony. Agnes' love-requiring heart, boding thoughts, bringing her to a more healthy state "like the Deluge wanderer,” has at last found a of mind. I was a little surprised, however, when I resting-place, and on her daughter, and on her noble, heard of her approaching marriage with Mr. Mason. beautiful boys, the whole rich tide of her love has Had I been as old as I am now, I would not have felt been poured. that wonder; but I was still young and sentimental Lillie Mason, with all her beauty and wealth, will enough to fancy the possibility of cherishing an never be a belle, as her mother says she has been requited, luckless love, even unto death.” Agnes had made too much of “a household darling." I watched never spoken openly to me of her unfortunate attach- her one evening, not a long while since, at a gay ment, but there was always a tacit understanding ball, where her mother and I sat as spectatresses.
between us. She was too delicate and refined, too She had been persuaded from our side by a dashing to sensitive to indulge in the eager confidence which a distingué youth, and was moving most gracefully
coarser mind would have luxuriated in; but in writing with him through a quadrille. In the pauses of the to, or talking with me, she many times expressed dance he seemed most anxious to interest her, and I herself in earnest, feeling words, that to a stranger saw his fine, dark eyes bend on her very tender would have seemed only as “fine sentiments," while glances. Her bouquet seemed to him an object of
who knew her sad history, they bore a deeper especial attention, and though a graceful dancer • meaning; therefore, the letter I received from her, himself, he seemed so wrapt up in his notice of these
on her marriage, was well understood, and quietly fragrant flowers as to derange the quadrille more appreciated by me.
than once. I drew Agnes' attention to this. " I wonder if you will be surprised, my dear Enna," “ But see,” said Agnes, "how coolly and calmly
Lillie draws his attention to the forgotten figures. | time to go. “You know, dear mamma,” she said, I'll answer for it, she spoils many of that youth's fine " that I have to arise very early to-morrow morning, sentiments."
to help Tom in that hard lesson he groaned so piti"I wonder," said Lillie, with a half-vexed air, fully over to-night." after her partner had placed her beside her mother, As we left the ball-room, and were making ou while he hastened to procure some refreshments for adieux to the fair hostess, I overheard young Carltoa us, “I wonder what Mr. Carlton dances for. I would say reproachfully to Lillie, not take the trouble to stand up in a quadrille, if I “And so you are going to leave without dancing were in his place. He always talks so much as to that next quadrille with me. I know my name is on quite forget the movements of the dance. He renders your tablets. This is too unkind, Miss Mason.” me more nervous than any partner I ever have, for Young Carleton is very devoted; but if his devoI dislike to see my vis-a-vis so bored. Just now tion is only a passing caprice, our Lillie will not be he went through the whole "language of flowers" injured by it. There is no danger of her falling in in my bouquet, which would have been interesting love” hastily, even if the lover be as handsome and elsewhere, for he quotes poetry right cleverly; but interesting as the one in question. Luckily for her it was a little out of place where the bang of the happiness, her mother, profiting by her own sad expeinstruments, and the chazzez and the balancez made rience, has cultivated the sweet blossoms of domestic me lose one half of his pretty eloquence. Quadrilles love, and, as she says, “My Lillie's heart will always are senseless things any how;" and our pretty Lillie belong, at least two-thirds, to her mother and actually yawned as she begged to know if it was not family."
BY THOMAS BUCHANAN READ.
THE moon looks down on a world of snow,
In their bed of ashes soft and deep;
That flows from the holy land of Sleep.
To the red cock's clarion horn-
On a rapid but noiseless river borne.
tellYour every stroke is but the knell
Of Hope, or Sorrow buried deep;
Say on-but only let me hear
Within the harvest-fields of Sleep.
Not less their dreary vigils keep;
Upon the airy tide of Sleep.
That calms my love to pleasures deep;
Along the silent realms of Sleep.
BY R. H. STODDARD.
I saw the Past, in heaven a mighty train,
A countless multitude of solemn years,
Standing like souls of martyred saints, and tears
Wailing, demanding vengeance on the world :
With guilty blood, and dusky wings unfarled,
A piteous damsel clad in spotless white,
HOPING AND PLANNING
should have rendered him perfectly independent of the world. Little by little had been sold, until it
was not more than half its original size, and the reThe family of Deacon Gordon were gathered in mainder, far less fertile than of old, scarce yielded a the large kitchen, at the commencement of the first sufficient support for his now numerous family. He snow-storm of the season. With what delight the had a holy horror of debt, however-and with his children watched the driving clouds—and shouted wife's rigid and careful economy, he managed to with exultation as they tried to count the fleecy balance accounts at the end of the year. But this flakes floating gently to the earth-nestling upon its was all-there was nothing in reserve-should illness bleak, bare surface as if they would fain shield it or misfortune overtake him, life's struggle would be with a pure and beautiful mantle. Faster and faster hard indeed for his youthful family. came the storm, even the deacon concluded that it The deacon was satisfied-he had found the day of would amount to something, after all; perhaps there the month, and in a spirit of prophecy quite remarkmight be sleighing on Thanksgiving-day; though he able, the context added, " Snow to be expected about thought it rather uncertain. His wife did not reply, this time.” she was bidding the children be a little less noisy in “It's late enough for snow, that's true,” said he, their mirth.
as he carefully replaced his “farmer's library," then "We can get out our sleds in the morning, can't remarking it was near time for tea, he took up his we, Mary ?" said Master Ned. “I'm so glad you blue homespun frock, and went out in the face of finished my mittens last Saturday. I told Tom Kelly the storm to see that the cattle were properly cared I hoped it would snow soon, for I wanted to see how for. The deacon daily exemplified the motto—"A warm they were. Wont I make the ice-balls fly!” merciful man is merciful to his beast.”
Ned had grown energetic with the thought, and “Father is right,” said Mrs. Gordon, using the seizing his mother's ball of worsted aimed it at poor familiar title so commonly bestowed upon the head puss, who was sleeping quietly before the blazing of the family in that section of country. Mary, it fire. Alas! for Neddy-puss but winked her great is is quite time you were busy, and you, James, had sleepy eyes as the ball whizzed past, and was better get in the wood.” buried in the pile of ashes that had gathered around The young people to whom she spoke had been the huge “back-log." His mother did not scold; conversing apart at the furthest window of the room. she had never been known to disturb the serenity of Mary, a girl of bfteen, James, scarce more than a the good deacon by an ebullition of angry words. year her senior. They started at their mother's Indeed, the neighbors often said she was too quiet, voice, as if they had quite forgotten where they letting the children have their own way. Mrs. Gor were, but in an instant good-humoredly said she was don chose to rule by the law of love, a mode of gov- right, and without delay commenced their several ernment little understood by those around her. Could tasks. James was assisted by Ned, who, since he they have witnessed Ned's penitent look, when his had come into possession of his first pair of bootsmother simply said—“Do you see how much trouble an era in the life of every boy—had been promoted you have given me, my son ?” they would not have to the office of chip-gatherer; and Sue, a rosy little doubted its efficacy.
girl of eight or nine, spread the table, while her sisThe deacon said nothing, but opened the almanac ter prepared the tea, cutting the snowy loaves made he had just taken down from its allotted corner, and by her own hand; and bringing a roll of golden butter thought, as he searched for “ Nov. 25th,” that he had she herself had moulded, Mrs. Gordon gave a look of the best wife in the world, and if his children were general supervision, and finished the preparations for not good it was their own fault. The great maxim the evening meal by the addition of cheese-such as of the deacon's life had been “let well enough city people never see—just as Mr. Gordon and alone”—but not always seeing clearly what was James returned, stamping the snow from their heavy " well enough,” he was often surprised when he boots, and sending a shower of drops from the already found matters did not turn out as he had expected. melting mass which clung to them. This had made him comparatively a poor man,
Never was there a happier group gathered about a though the fine farm he had inherited from his father farmer's table, and when, with bowed head and