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her liveliness, her "infinite variety," with joyous Need I confess that I was far from displeased with . abandon. They sung, reud, danced, strolled, and rode this little speech of my cousin's. I was silent for a together, always preserving the utmost harmony and few moments, and then, with my head full of Kate good-will.

and her fortunes, said, while pulling to pieces a wildFor Kate's success in the part I wished her to play, Power, which Harry had just gallantly presented I had never any fear. Aside from her beauty, which to me, is undeniable, though on the brunette order, and her “Well, then, cousin, you don't love any body in accomplishments, which are many, she has a certain particular, just now, do you?” indescribable attractiveness of manner, an earnest,

I raised my eyes when I had said this, to meet appealing, endearing way—a “je-ne-sais-quoi-sity," Harry's fixed on my face, with a strange, indefinable as a willy friend named it, which would be coquetry, expression-something of what is called a “killing were it not felt by all alike, men, women, and child look,” so full of intense meaning was it; but around dren, who find themselves in her presence. It is with his mouth lurked a quiet drollery, which betrayed out effort, a perfectly unconscious power, I am sure. him, even while he replied to my singular question Thus, I did not fear for Kate, provided Harry was

in a tone meant to tell, heart-whole; but this fact I could not settle to my

“Why, my dearest cousin, at this moment, I cannot entire satisfaction. My Cousin Alice sometimes say that I do not." joked him about a certain fair maid he had known at

I broke at once into a laugh of merry mockery, in New Haven, while in college, evidently wishing it which he joined at last, though not quite heartily; to appear that she knew vastly more than she chose and we hastened to rejoin Ned, Kate and Alice, who to reveal; and then Miss Grant was certainly a

were somewhat in advance. dangerous rival-far more beautiful, according to the

On reaching our room I told Kate enough of my common acceptation of the term, than my friend, conversation with Harry to prove that he was really with the advantage, if it be one, of a prior ac

not the lover of Louisa Grant; and with a blush and quaintance.

a smile, she kissed and thanked me. Why should One morning, as we were returning home, after she ihank me? having made a call on Miss Louisa, Harry, who Thus matters went on-Captain Fogg's star deonce,

for a wonder, was walking with me, began clining visibly, and Harry Grove's evidently in the questioning me concerning my opinion of her. I ascendant, until the last week of our stay, when a evaded his question for awhile, but at length told, little incident occurred which had quite a disturbing him frankly that I could not speak freely and critically influence on the pleasant current of my thoughts and unless assured that I should give him no pain Kate's. One afternoon, while Harry was out shooting thereby.

woodcock, of which Kale was very fond, on going “Oh, if that's all," replied Harry, with a laugh, up to my room, I perceived the door of Harry's open, go on, and free your mind, sister'-I shall be a and saw his easil standing before the window, with a most impartial auditor."

picture upon it. I could not resist the temptation of "Indeed, Harry !-has there, then, been no mean- seeing what this might be, and entered the room. ing to your attentions in that quarter ?

The picture was a sinall female head—the face Why, as to that,” he replied, “I have always rather fair, with dark blue eyes. It was probably a admired the girl's beauty, and have Airted with her portrait, still unfinished. The likeness I did not recogtoo much, perhaps, but there is not enough in her to nize, though it looked like half a dozen pretty faces I pin a genuine love 10; I have found her utterly had seen-Kate's and Miss Grant's among the number. characterless; and then, she affects a ridiculous fear To the bottom of the picture was attached a slip of of fire-arms, and behaves like a sick baby on horse- paper, bearing these lines : back.”

“Glow on the canvas, face of my beloved ! " But, cousin,” I rejoined, “you do not want a Smile out upon me, eyes of heavenly blue ! wife to hunt with you, and ride horseback; Miss

Oh! be my soul's love by my pencil proved, Grant is a young lady of domestic virtues and refined And lips of rose, and locks of auburn hue, tastes-is she not ?"

Come less obedient to the call of art, “Yes, and no. I believe she is a good house

Than to the pleading voice of my adoring heart!" keeper; she takes pains to let one know that-a per- When I had read this verse, I remained standing fect walking cookery-book; but for her refinement! before the picture in a thoughtful trance. I was Have you never noticed her coarse voice, and how finally startled by a deep sigh, and turning, saw Kate much use she makes of provincialisms? She might just behind me. She had also seen the portrait of the sing well, but always makes mistakes in the words. unknown, and read those passionate lines. She She professes a passion for flowers; but last spring, turned immediately and passed into her room. coz, I helped her make her garden, and beard her When I rejoined her, a few moments after, she say 'piney' and 'layloc'-I never could marry a was reading, apparenily deep in “ Martin Chuzzlewoman who said 'piney' and 'layloc" and then wit,” but lears were falling on the page before her. she called pansies—pansies, that's for thoughts — " Martin's return to his grandfather is a very those flowers steeped in poetry as in their own dew affecting scene,” she observed. - Jonny-jump-ups ! Bah! and then, she vulgarizes I naturally glanced over her shoulder; the book her own pretiy name into Lo-izy !"

was open at that “tempest-in-a-teapot” scene, the

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memorable misunderstanding between Sairey Gamp About half way to the village we saw before us and Betsey Prig.

an old Indian woman, well known in all the country Oh, Kate, Kate! thy heart had gone many days' round as a doctress, or witch, according to most journey into the life and fortunes of quite another people. She was bent almost double, and looked than Martin.

very feeble, though she was said to be still marvel. In the evening Captain Fogg honored us, and Kate ously active and vigorous. was unusually aflable and gay. She sung none but Suddenly the captain, wbo had galloped on a little comic songs, and her merry laugh rang out like a to display his horsemanship, came dashing back, peal of bells.

exclaiming—“Now, young ladies, for some glorious During the evening we played a game of forseits, fun! Do you see that old squaw yonder ?” and it was once adjudged that the captain should “ Yes,” said Alice Grove, “that is old Martharelate a story, to redeem his turquoise breastpin. He what of her?” told a late dream, which was, that once, on taking a “Why, I mean to have some rare sport. I'll morning walk to hear the birds sing, he found Miss invite her to take a ride behind me. I'll ride up to Richmond completely lost in a fog, and refused to the fence for her to get on, and then, just as she help her out!

makes her spring, spur Saladin, and let her land on Oh, how he sparkled, as he fairly got off his witti the ground. cism, and saw that it took !

“Oh, do n'ı! do n't!" cried we all in chorus; but “Ah, captain," said I, "you must have a gift for the captain was off and already speaking to old punning."

Martha. She evidently liked his proposition, for “Something of one, Miss," he replied, with a she quickly climbed the fence, preparatory to mountcomplacent pull at his imperial. “I was into ing. The captain wheeled his horse to within about White's, the other day, buying some music, and iwo feet of her-she gave a spring-he spurred his While offered me a song called · Mary's Tears,' which steed, which leaped wildly forward—but too late ! I told him must have a tremendous run! White Old Martha was safe on Saladin's back, her long, laughed till he cried, and threatened to expose me bony arms clar ped closely round the waist of his in our paper! 'Pon honor, he did so !"

rider-and, hurrah, they were off at a dashing rate. The captain informed us that the following would Harry whipped up his grays, and we presently be a great day for the militia, as there was to be on overtook the equestrians. Captain Fogg had sucthe village-green of W—, a parade and review; ceeded in checking Saladin, and was striving 10 perand he gallantly begged the honor of our presence. suade old Martha to dismount, but in vain; she would We graciously testified our willingness to patronize ride to the village, as he had invited her. He coaxed, the show, provided Harry would drive us into town threatened, and swore-but all to no purpose; she for the purpose. On leaving, the captain requested would go on to the village ! the loan of Harry's noble horse, Saladin, wbich had At last, in endeavoring forcibly to unclasp her been trained to the field, for the grand occasion. arms, Fogg dropped the rein, and Saladin, worried He would come for him in the morning, he said. and frightened, started off at a furious gallop, and Harry consented, with rather a bad grace, I thought. tore down the street like mad. Oh, the rich, indeHe is a perfect Arab in his loving care for his scribable ludicrousness of the sight! Such a conhorse.

spicuous figure was the captain, so splendidly The next morning, about ten, the captain called mounted, with "sword and pistols by his side," and and found us all ready-the barouche waiting at the all his burnished butions and buckles glistening in door. Colonel Grove, who is a gentleman of the the morning sun; and then that ridiculous old woman, ancien regimé, invited the young officer, who was in her taltered Indian costume, seated behind him, in complete uniform, 10 take wine with him. It was clinging convulsively to his waist, and bounding up really laughable--the captain's affectation of a cool, half a foot with every leap of the frantic steed. The bon-vivantish indifference, as he tossed off glass ends of the captain's scarlet sash floated back over after glass of the sparkling champagne, showing her short black petticoat, and the white horse-hair of himself to be far from familiar with that exhilarating his military plume mingled ingloriously with her and insidious beverage. He grew elevated momen- tong elf-locks streaming in the wind. tarily; his very words soared majestically above The dirty woollen blanket of old Martha became mere common sense, and his eyes winked of strange loose, and flew backward, held only by one corner, mysteries, and fashed unullerable things.

exposing her bright blue short-gown, trimmed with At length were we civilians seated in the barouche wampum, while her red leggings got up quite a little and driving toward W-, at a brisk rate, the show on their own account. captain causing Saladin to wheel and caracole beside As thus they dashed on, faster and faster, they us in a most remarkable manner. Ah, how did the spread astonishment and consternation as they went. harmless lightning of his wit play around us! how A farmer, who with his son was gathering apples were his compliments showered upon us like bonbons from a tree near the road, saw the vision-dropped in carnival-time! How beautifully was he like the his basket, and knocked down his first born with an sparkling wine he had so lately quafled-what was avalanche of pippins. An old lady, who was hanging he but a human champagne-bottle, with the cork out clothes in her yard, struck with sudden fright just drawn!

and sore dismay, fell backward into her clothesbasket, as white as a sheet, and as limp as a wet reached down his head to drink. In his troubled towel.

abstraction, Harry let go the rein, which fell over Young urchins let go the strings of kites, leaving the head of his horse. With a muttered something, them to whirl dizzily and dive earthward-left"terres- which was not a benediction, Harry dismounted to trial pies” unfinished, and took to their beels! A red regain it, when Saladin, in one of his mad freaks, haired damsel who was milking by the road-side, on gave a quick leap away and galloped up the glen beholding the dread apparition, turned pale, and ran, after his mate. Harry was about to follow, but an and the cow, following her example, also turned pail odd thougbt coming into his brain, he threw himself and ran!

on the turf instead, and lay perfectly still, with But most excruciatingly and transcendentally ridi- closed eyes, listening to the gallop of the two steeds, culous was the scene when Saladin, over whom the far up the glen. Presently he heard them stop—then captain had lost all control, reached the parade- turn, and come dashing down again with redoubled ground, and dashed in among the soldiers and spec- speed. Nearer and nearer came Kale. She was at tators. Hats were tossed into the air, and shouts of his side-with a cry of alarm she threw berself from laughter and derisive hooras resounded on every her horse and bent above him. side. But foriunately for poor Fogg, Saladin sud- Harry, dear Harry, were you thrown-are you denly perceived a part of the cavalry company, who, injured ?" she cried, raising the head of the appain the absence of their caplain, were going through rently unconscious man, and supporting it on her some informal and supererogatory exercises, and knee. Oh, Heaven! be is hurt-he dues not hear obedient to his military training, wheeled into line, me!" she murmured, laying back the hair from his and stood still, with head erect and nostrils distended. forehead and pressing her lips upon it wildly and

“For Heaven's sake, boys,” cried the captain, repeatedly. Harry's eye-lids remained hermetically "haul off this old savage !"

sealed, but a queer, comical expression began to But the worlly Mariha, wisely declining such play around the corners of his mouth, and was about rough treatment, leaped to the ground like a cat- to betray him, when he suddenly opened his eyes, made a profound courtesy, and with a smile rather with a look of triumphant impudence, and broke 100 sarcastic for so venerable a person, said, into a peal of joyous laughter.

"Me tank you, cap'en-old Martha no often have Kale dropped his head with a movement of indig. such fine ride, with such pretty man, all in regi- nation and dismay—sprung up-led her horse to the ments !

trunk of a fallen tree, just by, from which she leaped After this rare comedy, the review was a matter into her saddle, and was off' almost as soon as Harry of little moment, and we soon returned home, not had regained his feet. Again the faithless Saladin even waiting for the tragedy of the sham-fight. left his master in the lurch, and followed Kate, who

On the afternoon of the following day, Harry in- went at a furious rate, never pausing nor looking vited Kate to take a horse-back ride—and the inci. back; so the somewhat discomforted Harry was obdents of that ride, as I received them from my friend, liged to foot it home, a malier of “iwa mile and a I will relate to the best of my ability.

bittock," as they say in Scotland. The equestrians took a route which was a favorite That night Kate bad a headache, and did not appear with both-up a glen, wild and unfrequented, through at the tea-table, nor join the evening circle, where which ran a clear, silver stream. It happened that poor Harry was cross-questioned without mercy on Harry was in one of his lawless, bantering moods, the strange circumstance of having been left behind and teazed Kate unmercifully on the gallant part both by his horse and lady-fair. played by her lover, the captain, on the preceding day. “Ah, Kate," said I, as I joined her at the close of

Kate, who was not in the most sunny humor, the evening, “I have something to tell you. While hegan to rally him about “ Lo-izyGrant, and the you were dressing for your ride to-day, Harry called New Haven belle.

me into his room to show me that picture-and will Suddenly Harry became grave, and said, in an you believe, it is only a bad portrait of yourself! earnest tone, “Shall I tell you, Kate, just the state of Harry sketched it long ago for Louisa Grant, but my heart ?''

has lately been making some important alterations, “Don't trouble yourself,” she coolly replied, “it and now he thinks il strikingly like you. I really is a matter of no moment to me."

wonder we did not see the resemblance; the poetry There, now, you are insincere,” said Harry, was meant for you alone." with a saucy smile, leaning forward to strike a fly “Oh, Grace, Grace!" murmured Kale, in a bitter from Saladin's neck, “it is a matter of some mo- tone, “ if you had only told me this before I went ment to you, for you know that I love you, and that to ride !" you are not entirely indifferent to my love."

At breakfast, the next morning, there was no Harry “Sir, you mistake in addressing such language to –wo hours before he had whistled his dog and me-you are presuming," said Kate, with a petri- shouldered his gun, and set out on a crusade in fying hauteur; and giving her horse a smart cut Turkey-land. But long before noon the young hunter with the whip, galloped on. Surprised, and some- returned, and inquiring for Kate, was directed to the what angry, Harry checked his own horse, and gazed library, where she sat, striving to drive away her after her till she was lost in a bend of the winding sad mood, according 10 her own cheerful philoroad. As he stood by the side of the rivulet, Saladin sophy, by light reading. She had chosen “ Hood's Prose and Verse," instead of Miss Landon's Poems, nearer Kate, “it is time I at least was serious, for which stood on the same shelf.

the deepest and strongest feelings of my heart will Again I must tell the story as it was told to me. make themselves heard. Kate, dear Kate, whether

As Harry entered, Kate coloring deeply, started it gives you pleasure to know it, or not, I must iell up-stood still a moment, and then sat down again, you how truly, how devotedly, and, though you will uttering not a word. Harry, seating himself near scarce believe that, how reverentially I love you! her, took off his hunting-cap, ran his fingers nervously I am a strange, wild fellow, Kate, somewhat rude through bis hair, and in a tolerably steady voice and over-mirthful; but you, I am sure, can make me began,

what you wish. Will you undertake the task ?" “I could have no peace, Miss Richmond, until I “With all my heart,” she again replied, frankly had begged your pardon for my unparalelled imper- extending her hand. tinence yesterday. I intreat you to believe that I “Blessings on your sweet soul, Kate!-buthad in my heart no intentional disrespect for you. but—" I pray your forgiveness for my first rash words- “But what, Harry ?”. what you called my presumption. For the other “Not much, only will you allow me to pay you daring act, I am not so deeply repentant, for I would back that small coin you bestowed on me yesterday, willingly bave my head broken in reality, to have it in your Christian charity ?” lie for another moment where it laid yesterday; yet “Oh, I'll forgive you the debt,” said Kale, for that also I ask pardon. Do you grant it?” laughing.

“With all my heart,” said Kate, smiling; but “No, dear, I'll not take advantage of your geneHarry continued

rosity, but pay you to the ultermost farthing “I have been, indeed, most presuming and con- “Ah, hold! that is all, now-a thousand times ceited, in supposing for a moment that I could be more than I gave you!" any thing to you; and, perhaps,” he continued, with Suddenly the happy lover darted out of the room, a proud curl of the lip, “ we have both been mistaken and presently returned, saying, “See, Kate! a por. in according too much meaning to trifling words and trait of you, from memory.” acts—we two have flirted desperately, Kate,-have “Ah, indeed!” said Kate. “But, Harry, you have we not ?"

made my dark hair quite an auburn, and it has only Kate bit her lip in vexation, and a shade of dis. the slightest golden hue when the sunlight falls appointment passed over her face. Just then the upon it." eyes of the two met, for the first time for some “ Well," he replied, "to my eyes, there was minutes, and the ridiculousness, the utter absurdity always sunlight playing around you." of they two endeavoring to deceive one another-to " Ah, thank you; but again, these eyes are dark conceal for a moment longer the blessed truth that blue, and mine are gray, or by complaisance, hazle.” they loved one another, broke upon them at once, "A very natural mistake, dearest,” said Harry, and they burst into a long and merry laugh.

with an arch smile, “I saw heaven in your eyes, “Well,” said Harry, at last, dashing the tears of and so came to paint them blue.” mirth from his flashing eyes, and seating himself

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WHEN Night, upon her starry throne,
Held undisputed sway and lone,
And moonlight to the trembling wave
A soft but spectral radiance gave,
He seized, with iron grasp, his chain,

As if endued with giant strength,
And after many efforts vain,
While glowing madness fired his brain,

From bondage burst at length.
The cunning Corsair heard the sound

or strong link breaking, with a clang, And stealing lightly, with one bound,

Upon his frenzied victim sprang : His right arm, used to felon deed,

The Corsair raised with ready skillOne thrust of his stiletto freed

The crazed one from his load of ill. The pleading look and wild appeal

or Zillah could not stay the steel ;
She saw him fall, and from his side
The red stream gush in bubbling tide,
Then fell herself, as if the blade
A sheath of her own breast had made ;
While fearfully his spouting gore
The white robe reddened that she wore.
Her ear heard not the gurgling sound
Or hungry waters closing round,
As hastily the ruffian cast
His victim to the ocean vast,
Or marked the grim, exulting smile
That lighted up his face the while:
Extended on the deck she lay,

As if the war of life was over,
As if her soul had fled away
To realms of never-ending day,

To join the spirit of her lover.

She woke at last from her long swoon,
To hope that Death would triumph soon,
And the mad pulses of her frame,
With icy touch, forever tame :
She woke with features ashy white,

And wildly gazed upon the plank
That deeply, freely in the night

The crimson of his veins had drank: Then raising heavenward her eye,

In still, expecting posture stood, As if a troop from realms on high

Were coming down, with battle-songs, To wash out sternly in the blood

Of coward-hearts her many wrongs: No tear-drop came to her relief In that wild, parching hour of grief, The tender plant of love she knew

Would into verdure break no more The spot was arid where it grew

In green luxuriance before.
She knew henceforth her lot below

Would be to quaff the cup of painOn thing of Earth she could not throw

The sunlight of her smile again : The voice was still whose melting tone Had vied in sweetness with her ownThe hiding wave had closed above The only object of her love: And Rispah, as strict watch she kept,

While cold, like forms of Parian stone, Her sons on gory couches slept,

Felt not more desolate and lone.

Blot ont remembrance of the past :
As winds may kiss the trampled flower,

And lift again its bruised lear,
So time, with his assuaging power,

May stay the wasting march of grief:
But hearis in other bosoms beat
Where anguish finds a lasting seat-
That heal not with the lapse of tine-

Too delicately strung for earth,
Whose chords can never after chime

With peals of loud, unmeanining mirth. Weeks flew: but Zillah in their flight

Strove oft, but vainly, to forget
The horrors of that fatal night,
When her beloved star, whose light

Made bondage pleasant, set.
No murmur from the lip outbroke,

Though suddenly her cheek grew thinNo quick, convulsive start bespoke

The desolating fire within.
Her dark eye rested on the wave

By day and in the hush of eve,
As if, ere long, the wet sea-cave

Her buried one would leave,
And, drifting suddenly to view,
His murderer with dread subdue.
Ah! I have said the stately mein
or Zillah would befit a queen,
That lawless crime could ill withstand
Her innate bearing of command.
Alas! regality of soul
Gives agony supreme control,
And prompts the wretched one to hide

Consuming pangs from vulgar gaze-
To nurse, in uncomplaining pride,

The scorpion that preys.

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