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dying bed of that faithless but still beloved husband. | a child about pecuniary affairs, Jessie left everything Edgar Darsie had in herited his mother's disease, 10 Herbert, and consequently never knew at what together with her beauty. His excesses had bastened sacrifice he rescued Edgar's good name from obloquy, the period of its development, and ten years after his and paid his enormous debts. Nor did she ever know marriage he was withering like grass before the that the money which had supported their extravagant hunter's fire, beneath the touch of consumption. Day expenditure in Paris, was the free gift of Herbert. after day he faded-his stalely form became bowed, But daily and hourly did she experience Herbert's his bright face changed, his silken locks fell away considerate kindness. Fearing to awaken her susfrom his hollow temples. Health was gone, and picions relative to his agency in her marriage, he beauty soon departed.
determined to continue to her an allowance similar With the approach of death came old memories to that which he had bestowed upon his brother. thronging about his heart, and filling his sick chamber But to do this required new retrenchments, and the with fantasies and spectres of long by-gone days. sacrifice of a fine landed property; for Edgar's lavish “ Take me home! take me home !" was the biller prodigality had cost him so large a portion of his cry. But his “home-wo" came too late. Never fortune that it now needed the most careful and again would he leave his bed until he was carried judicious management. to the House appointed for all living. At the first If Herbert hoped to marry his brother's widow, he tidings of his illness Herbert had sailed for Havre, at least determined to leave her free to choose for and traveled with all speed to Paris; but when he herself. Jessie found herself pleasantly domiciled in arrived there his heart failed him. He remembered a new home, with a handsome provision for herself Edgar's avowed jealousy of him, and the wild, fierce and child, and surrounded by all the appliances of joy which thrilled his heart when he found himself American comfort before she had yet recovered from once more near to Jessie, taught him that he was not the dull torpor of her grief. For fifteen years Herbert entirely guiltless toward his brother. He accord- had lived but for her. During the five years preingly took lodgings in the same hotel, that he might ceding her marriage his whole soul had been devoted be near Edgar, in case he should wish to see him, to her; and when afterward he rried to banish her well knowing that the mode of life in Paris secured image, he found though he might deihrone the idol, him the most perfect privacy. He made known his the sentiment of loyal love, like a subtile perfume, present abode to a certain business-agent, through had diffused itself through his whole being. Was it whose hands letters had usually been sent to him strange, then, if he should once more dream that his from Paris, and thus he received from Jessie's hand love and faith might do more than remove mountains constant tidings of his brother's condition.
-that his devotion might veil the unsightliness of his But this slate of things could not last long. His person—that he might yet be beloved and rewared ? impatience to be with Edgar led him to seize upon “Now tell me, Annie, how do you think my story the first faint intimation of a wish to see him, and he is going to end ?” soon found himself welcomed with tears of joy by “In the marriage of Jessie to the devoted Herbert," Jessie, while Edgar thanked him with his eyes—those replied Annie. “It is not in the nature of woman to tender eyes-for his thoughtful kindness in coming be insensible to such devotion." without waiting for a summons. During three months "Remember that Jessie knew nothing of his Herbert shared with Jessie her care and watchfulness pecuniary sacrifices, had no suspicion of his agency over the invalid. All the lovable qualities of Edgar's in bringing about her marriage; did not dream of his nature were brought out by his sickness, and Her- self-denying, self-forgetting love." bert could not help feeling the full force of those “But no woman could doubt the true meaning of fascinations which had won for him the love of every all his devotedness." one. Weakened in mind as well as in body by his “He had never flattered her with gentle words; disease, he was like a lovely and gentle child, so never wooed her in courtly phrase; never played the docile, so affectionate, so helpless, so tender, and so lover in the most approved fashion. He had been altogether lovely did he appear, as the dark wing of the adviser, the Menior, the steady friend; love had death flung ils shadow broader and deeper above his been the pervading and animating soul of all he couch.
thought and all he did, but his very magnanimity had He died with penitence for past misdeeds deep- been as a cloak to conceal his affections. Do you rooted in his heart, and prayer for pardon lingering think a woman like Jessie-an ordinary woman, on his lips. He died clasping his brother's hand in lovely and gentle, but withal having no perception his, and the last act of his life was a vain attempt to
of that inner life which so few can penetrate-do you unite Jessie's hand in the same grasp. There was
think she could see through this magnanimous reno time for the indulgence of selfish feeling at such serve, and detect the hidden love ?" a moment. The presence of death had hushed the Surely, surely!” whispers of earthly passion, and the grief of both the " Recollect that she had early learned to pity him brother and the widow was the genuine tribute of for his personal defects, and though 'pity' may be affection to the departed.
akin to love' in our sex, yet no woman ever loves As soon as Edgar's affairs could be arranged, the a man she must look down upon with compassion." widow, with her only surviving child, returned to “But his nobler qualities must have commanded America under the protection of Herbert. Ignorant as her respect."
“Suppose they were so far above her perceptions “ You are wrong again, Annie. At forty years of as to inspire her with awe instead of respect ? A age, when her beauty was faded, and her character woman never loves the man she pities, nor will she had deteriorated amid the follies of society, she love the man whose superiority she fears. Jessie married a man some ten years her junior, who, compassionated Herberi's bodily weaknesses, and tempted by the income which Herbert had bestowed she had a vague terror of his stern, uncompromising upon her, flattered her into the belief that she had ideas of right and wrong."
inspired him with the most passionate love." “Nevertheless, I am sure she married Herbert, " And her child ?'' uncle."
“Was adopted by Herbert Darsie, and at his death " You are mistaken, Annie. Herbert continued inherited his estate.” his devotion for years; he learned to love her child Poor, poor Herbert !" as if it were his own, and gave proofs of disinterest- “He suffered the penalty which all 'must pay who edness and tenderness such as no woman could mis- give to earth the high and holy sentiment which is interpret; but he never offered her his hand." only meant to make us companion with the angels “Why not ?"
in heaven. Not one in a thousand can love thus, and “Because he knew it would be rejected, and he that one always finds that in the world's vast desert, preferred being a life-long friend, to occupying the he has expended his strength in vain— hewn out position of an unsuccessful suitor."
broken cisterns which can hold no water.'” “Then I suppose she never married again.”
BY S. ANNA LEWIS.
The struggle is over-my pulses once more
An angel thou seemedst, that had come to the earth, Leap free as the waves on the surf-benten shore; To guide me—to nourish my heart in its dearth; And my spirit looks up to that world of all bliss,
And blindly, as Paynim kneels down to his god, And heaves not a sigh for the faithless in this.
I have loved thee-have worshiped the earth thou hast trod. 'Twas in Sorrow's bleak night, when the sky was all dark, But this waste of affection—this prodigal partAnd the tempest shrieked loud round my storm-beaten bark, Is over-the mask has been torn from thy heart, That arose, 'mid the darkness, thy radiant form,
And back with affright and amazement I shrinkLike the rainbow illuming the brow of the storm.
At a fount so unholy my soul cannot drink.
MORMON TEMPLE, NAUVOO.
By permission of Mr. J. R. Smith, we have caused | front by 150 deep; 200 feet to the top of the spire. a view of the Mormon Temple at Nauvoo to be The caps of the pilasters represent the sun; the base engraved from his splendid Panorama of the Missis- of them, the half moon with Joe Smith's profile. The sippi, and we give the engraving in this number. windows between the pilasters represent stars. A As the building has been recently destroyed by fire, large female figure with a Bible in one hand is the our engraving, the first ever published, acquires ad- vane. An inscription on the front, in large gilt letters, ditional value. We copy from Mr. Smith's descrip-reads as follows: tion of the Panorama, the following account of "The House of the Lord, built by the Church of Jesus Nauvoo and the Temple :
Christ of the Latter Day Saints. Commenced April 6,
1811. Holiness to the Lord." “ Nauvoo.-A Mormon city and settlement, now deserted. It is one of the finest locations for a town There is in the basement of the temple a large stoneupon the river, it being situated at the second and last basin, supported by twelve oxen of colossal size, rapids below the Falls of St. Anthony, wbich extend about filteen feet high altogether, all of white stone from this place to Keokuk, a distance of 12 miles and respectably carved. A staircase leads up to the The great Mormon Temple stands out conspicuous. top of the basin. It is the font where all the Mor. It is the finest building in the west, and if paid for mons were baptized. It is seen in the Panorama would have cost over half a million of dollars. It is standing aside the Temple, but in the basement is its built of a white stone, resembling marble, 80 feet | real situation.
“I shall never have another hour's happiness as | enough then, and pretty enough, too, to get another long as I live!” exclaimed Rose Winters, weeping beau." passionately. “You wouldn't let me marry him, “I wont have any other!" exclaimed Rose. "I father, and now he's gone to sea, and said he should am determined to wait for him, if he stays twenty never come back.”
years”—and with this resolution she hastily turned “Don't believe it, Rose,” said Mr. Winters. away and ran to her own room, where, secure from "He'll be glad enough to come back, I'll warrant observation, she might give free vent to her full you—and the longer he stays away the better, I'm beart in a long fit of weeping. thinking, it will be for you."
We are at a loss to imagine what sort of an im“It's not like you, father, to be so unfeeling," said pression our rustic heroine, Rose Winters, has made Rose, sobbing almost hysterically.
on the minds of our readers, from her unceremonious “Nonsense, child-unfeeling, indeed! ay, ay, it introduction to them through the foregoing dialogue : may be so in your judgment, I dare say, but I must but at all events, she is deserving of a more detailed judge with the head, and not with the heart.” description. She was the daughter of a respectable
“I think I ought to be allowed to judge for myself, farmer on Long Island, who resided in a country now I'm of age," answered Rose, with sudden village, situated on the Atlantic ocean, and near a spirit. “I was eighteen my last birthday."
large seaport town. Mr. Winters was a shrewd, True, Rose, you have had great experience of practical man, of strong natural powers of mind, and mankind, no doubt. But come, now, just tell me excellent plain common sense. Rose was his eldest what you could have done if you had married Bob and favorite child, and inherited his independent Selwyn, with no fortune yourself, and he notbing to spirit and natural gists of understanding, which had depend on but his hands ?"
been improved in her by a useful and solid educa“We could have done as other people do," said tion at a first-rate country school. She was not, Rose—" we could have worked. Have I not always perhaps, strictly beautiful, but her cheeks were bright worked at home, father ?”
with the hue of health, and her dark-blue eyes sparkled “ To be sure you have. You have been a good, with animation, and the joyousness of a young heart, industrious girl, Rosy, that I sha'n't deny; but your over which a lasting shadow had never passed, until work at hor was not like pulling continually at her lover left her to try his fortunes on the sea. Her the rowing oar, which would have been your portion figure was small, but of exquisite proportions, and all your life, I'm afraid, with Robert. I can't see, her steps sprang elastic with the unchecked spirits of for my part, what you wanted to marry him for.” happy childhood. She was always agreeable and
“Because I loved him, and he loved me. Didn't entertaining without effort, for her words flowed in you and mother marry for love, father?”
the easiest manner possible, from a mouth which naMr. Winters could not forbear laughing at this ques- ture had made perfect; and then there was nothing on tion, notwithstanding Rose's grief-and his natural earth more inspiring than her merry laugh, which droll humor struggled with his former seriousness as seemed like the very chorus of joy, and insensibly he replied, “Well, I must try to remember. It is imparted a portion of her own gayety to all around nearly twenty years ago, now-so long that you have her. Rose had but little of imagination in her heart or come of age in the meanwhile, and fancy you are feelings. She was a young, gay creature, full of wiser than your father. But I can tell you one thing, spirits and activity, and only actuated by the everyRose, if we did marry for love, we had something to day scenes of life, from which she extracted mirib begin the world with, which is quite as necessary. and enjoyment to diffuse unsparingly among all who You know the old proverb, When poverty comes came within her influence. There was also a truthin at the door, love flies out of the window.'" fulness and integrity in her nature, which could not
“I do n't believe any such thing, father. Whoever fail to give beauty, strength, and elevation to her wrote that proverb never knew what love was. It thoughts and character. The visions of romance was a mean thing in any man to say so; and what which so often pervert the minds of the young, and would never have come from a woman, I'll be throw a false coloring over the world, were all un• bound.”
known to Rose. She had been nurtured amid scenes “Well, well, Rosy, you may dry your eyes. I where there was but little to excite or enrich the wish I was as sure of a sortune for you, as I am that imagination, but much to awaken bold and lofty Robert will be back with the ship, if his life is spared; sentiments. Born and brought up within sight and but if that should n't be the case, you will be young sound of the grand and magnificent ocean, she de.