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she introduced as Col. Paulding, a friend. Col. | saw in the newspapers, and read without comment, Paulding's manner struck us with surprise. He the marriage of Kate Barclay with Col. Paulding. called her "Kate;" and though dignified, was affec- " See this," said Mrs. Morris to me one morning tionate. She seemed painfully embarrassed, and as I entered the drawing-room, and she handed me anxious to terminate the visit. She answered our a letter. We were alone, Ethie was attending to her questions hurriedly, and appeared ill at ease. plants in the conservatory. I took the letter and Lucien was not present, fortunately for her; and I read it. It was a wild, impassioned one from fancied she watched the door, as if anxiously fearing Lucien. Two months had elapsed since his silent his entrance ; certain it was she started nervously departure, and this first letter was written to Mrs. at every distant sound.

Morris. It was filled with self-reproaches, and “Will you revisit Stamford next summer, Miss earnest entreaties for her intercession and mine with Barclay?" I asked.

Etfie. Ile cursed his infatuation, and the cause of Kate replied that she was uncertain at present. it, and closed with the declaration that he would be

"I suppose Kate has not told you,” said her father, reckless of life if Effie remained unforgiving. As laughingly, “that long before another summer she I finished reading the letter I heard Etfie's voice will cease to be mistress of own movements. warbling in wild and plaintive notes in the conShe expects to be in Germany next summer, I be- servatory, lieve, with her husband," and he looked significantly

« How should I your true love know, at Col. Paulding, who was standing out on the lawn

From another one, with Mrs. Morris, admiring the beautiful view, quite

By his cockle hat and staff,

And his sandal shoon?" out of hearing distance. Effie was just stepping from the French window of the drawing-room into

And the scene at the opening of this story rose the conservatory to gather some of her pretty tlowers before my remembrance-the playful argumentfor her visiters, as she heard Mr. Barclay say this. the declaration made by her that true, pure love She turned with a stern, cold look, and regarded could not have any affinity with pride—and I was Kate Barclay quietly. Kate colored crimson, then lost in reverie. grew deadly white, and trembled from head to “What would you do, Enna?" inquired Mrs. foot; but her father did not notice it, as he had fol- Morris. lowed Col. Paulding and Mrs. Morris out on the lawn.

“Give the letter to Effie without remark," I reThere we three stood, Effie, cold and pale as a plied. “We cannot intercede for him-he does not statue, and Kate looking quite like a criminal. She deserve to be forgiven.” looked up, attempting to make some laughing re- The letter was given to Effie, who read it quietly; mark, but the words died in her throat as she met and if she evinced emotion, it was not before us. Etfie's stern, cold glance; she gasped, trembled, She said she was sorry for Lucien, for she had disihen rallied, and at last, with a proud look of de- covered a change in her own feelings. She did fiance, she swept out on the lawn, and taking Col. not love him as she fancied she had, and she could Paulding's

's arm, proposed departure. She bade us not in justice to herself fulfill their engagement-it good-bye most gracefully; but I saw that she avoided was impossible. She wrote this to him, and all his offering her hand to Effie. As the gate closed, she wild letters were laid calmly and quietly aside. Can looked over her shoulder indifferently, and said, in this be pride ? I said to myself. But she seemed as a saucy, laugbing tone,

though she suspected my thoughts, for the night before "Oh, pray make my adieux to Mr. Decker. I I returned to my city home, as we were leaning regret that I shall not see him to bid him good-bye. against the window-frame of our bed-room, listening I depend upon the charity of you ladies to keep me the last time for that season to the tumbling, dashing fresh in his remembrance;" and, as far as we could water

music, she said, see her down the road, we heard her forced laugh “Enna, dear, it was not spirit and pride that made and unnaturally loud voice.

me act so unkindly to Lucien-indeed, it was not. Lucien came in a few minutes after they left, and But I mistook my feelings for him from the first. I Mrs. Morris delivered Kate's message. He looked fancied I loved him dearly, when I only loved him agitated, and after swallowing his cup of tea hastily as a sister. Believe me, if that love had existed and quietly, he took up his hat and went out. He once for him, his foolish infatuation for Kate Barwent to see Kate, but she, anticipating his visit, had clay would not have been regarded by me one retired with a violent headache immediately after her moment.”

but Lucien staid long enough to discover, as Two or three years passed, and Elie still rewe had, Col. Paulding's relation to the fascinating mained unwedded, when, to our delight, Mr. Graycoquette. This we learned long afterward. The son, who had returned from Europe, again addressed next day Lucien left Stamford without saying more

her. She accepted him; and I was, indeed, happy than cold words of good-bye. He did not go with when I officiated as bridesmaid for her. One year Kate's party, we felt certain; and many weeks after that joyous wedding we stood over her bier, passed without hearing from him. Effie never made weeping bitter, bitter tears. We laid her in the a remark; and our days passed quietly as they had grave—and the heart-broken mother soon rested before the appearance of Kate Barclay in our quiet beside her. Among her papers was a letter directed little village. It was not long, however, before we to me; it was written in expectation of death,

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although we did not any of us anticipate such a I struggled against my awakening; and if Lucien calamity.

had displayed any emotion before his departure. I “I am not long for this world, dear Enna,” she might still have kept up the happy delusion. But wrote, “I feel I am dying daily; and yet, young as in vain, it disappeared, and with it all the beauty of I am, it grieves me noi, except when I think of the life, which increased in weariness from that mosorrow my death will occasion to others. When ment. I sought for some object of interest-I mar. you read this I shall be enveloped in the heavy ried; but, though my husband has been devoted grave-clothes; but then I shall be at rest. Oh! how and kind, I weary of existence. Life has no my aching, weary spirit pines for rest. Do not interest for me. I hail the approach of death. fancy that sorrow or disappointment has brought Farewell.” me to this. I fancied I loved Lucien Decker fondly, I read these sad lines with eyes blinded with devotedly; and how happy was I when under the tears; and I could not help thinking how Effie influence of that fancy. That fatal summer, at the had deceived herself; unco

nconsciously she had betime of his infatuation for that heartless girl, insen- come a victim of the very pride she had consibly a chilling hardness crept over my feelings. demned.

EARLY ENGLISH POETS.

BY ELIZABETH J. EAMES.

The noble Arthur all before me pass,

As summoned by the enchanter rod and glass.
And glorious still thy pure creations stand,
Leaving their golden footprints on the sand

Of Time indelible! All thanks to thee,
Oh! beauty-breathing bard of Poesy,

That thou hast charmed a weary hour for me.

1.-CHAUCER. YEA! lovely are the hues still floating o'er

Thy rural visions, bard of olden time,
The form of purest Poesy flits before

My mental gaze, while bending o'er thy rhyme.
No lofty fight, bold, brilliant and sublime-
But tender beauty, and endearing grace,

And touching pathos in these lines I trace,
Oh! gentle poet of the northern clime.
And oft when dazzled by the gorgeous glow

And gilded luxury of modern rhymes,
Grateful I turn to the clear, quiet flow

Of thy sweet thoughts, which fall like pleasant chimes
From the “ pure wells of English undefiled.”
Thou wert inspired, thou, Poetry's true child.

III.-SHAKSPEARE.
Oh! minstrel monarch! the most glorious throne

Of Intellect thy Genius doth inherit.
Compeer, or perfect rival thou hast none-

O Soul of Song :-O mind of royal merit.
Is not this high, imperishable fame

The tribute of a grateful world to thee?
A recognizing glory in thy name

From a great nation to thy memory.
Lord of Dramatic Art-the splendid scenes

Of thy rich fancy are around us still;

All shapes of Thought to make the bosom thrill
Are thine supreme! Many long years have sped,
And dimmed in dust the crowned and laureled head,
But thou—thou speakest still, though numbered with the

dead.

II.-SPENCER.
What forms of grace and glory glided through

The royal palace of thy lofty mind!
Rare shapes of beauty thy sweet fancy drew,

In the brave knights, and peerless dames enshrined
Within thy magic book. The Faerie Queene,

Bright Gloriana robed in dazzling sheen-
Hapless Irene-angelic Una—and

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THE ISLETS OF THE GULF;

OR, ROSE BUDD.

Ay, now I am in Arden; the more fool
I; when I was at home I was in a better place; but
Travelers must be content. As You LIKE IT.

BY THE AUTHOR OF "PILOT," "RED ROVER," “ TWO ADMIRALS," "WING-AND-WING,"

MILES WALLINGFORD," ETC.

[Entered, aecording to the Act of Congress, in the year 1846, by J. Fenimore Cooper, in the Clerk's Office of the

District Court of the United States, for the Northern District of New York.]

(Continued from page 48.)

PART XV.

distant when fleets will lie at anchor among the islets Man hath a weary pilgrimage

described in our earlier chapters, or garnish the fine As through the world he wends;

waters of Key West. For a long time it was thought On every stage, from youth to age, Still discontent attends;

that even frigates would have a difficulty in entering With heaviness he casts his eye

and quitting the port of the latter, but it is said that Upon the road before, And still remembers with a sigh

recent explorations have discovered channels capable The days that are no more. SOUTHEY.

of admitting any thing that floats. Still Key West is It has now become necessary to advance the time a town yet in its chrysalis state, possessing the pro three entire days, and to change the scene to Key mise rather than the fruition of the prosperous days West. As this latter place may not be known to the which are in reserve. It may be well to add, that it world at large, it may be well to explain that it lies a very little north of the 24th degree of latitude, is a small seaport, situate on one of the largest and in a longitude quite five degrees west from Washof the many low islands that dot the Florida Reef, ington. Until the recent conquests in Mexico it was that has risen into notice, or indeed into exist the most southern possession of the American governence as a town, since the acquisition of the Floridas ment, on the eastern side of the continent; Cape St. by the American Republic. For many years it was Lucas, at the extremity of Lower California, howthe resort of few besides wreckers, and those who ever, being two degrees farther south. live by the business dependent on the rescuing and It will give the foreign reader a more accurate norepairing of stranded vessels, not forgetting the sal- tion of the character of Key West, if we mention a vages. When it is remembered that the greater por- fact of quite recent occurrence. A very few weeks tion of the vessels that enter the Gulf of Mexico after the closing scenes of this tale, the town in quesstand close along this reef, before the trades, for a tion was, in a great measure, washed away! A distance varying from one to two hundred miles, and hurricane brought in the sea upon all these islands that nearly every thing which quits it, is obliged to and reefs, water running in swift currents beat down its rocky coast in the Gulf Stream for the places that within the memory of man were never sarne distance, one is not to be surprised that the before submerged. The lower part of Key West wrecks, which so constantly occur, can supply the was converted into a raging sea, and every thing in wants of a considerable population. To live at Key that quarter of the place disappeared. The foundaWest is the next thing to being at sea. The place lion being of rock, however, when the ocean retired has sea air, no other water than such as is preserved the island came into view again, and industry and in cisterns, and no soil, or so little as to render enterprise set to work to repair the injuries. even a head of lettuce a rarity. Turtle is abundant, The government has established a small hospital and the business of "turtling" forms an occupation for seamen at Key West. Into one of the rooms of additional to that of wrecking. As might be expected the building thus appropriated our narrative must in such circumstances, a potato is a far more pre- now conduct the reader. It contained but a single cious thing than a turtle's egg, and a sack of the patient, and that was Spike. He was on his narrow tubers would probably be deemed a sufficient remune- bed, which was to be but the precursor of a still narration for enough of the materials of callipash and rower tenement, the grave. In the room with the callipee to feed all the aldermen extant.

dying man were two females, in one of whom our Of late years, the government of the United States readers will at once recognize the person of Rose has turned its attention to the capabilities of the Flo- Budd, dressed in deep mourning for her aunt. At rida Reef, as an advanced naval station; a sort of first sight, it is probable that a casual spectator would Downs, or St. Helen's Roads, for the West Indian mistake the second female for one of the ordinary seas. As yet little has been done beyond making the nurses of the place. Her attire was well enough, preliminary surveys, but the day is not probably very I though worn awkwardly, and as if its owner were

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