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consent from her marriage, and the re- creature, with a tall, commanding form, cluse bore to his solitary mansion the and raven tresses, that floated, dark and young bride of his affections. Oh, sir, cloud-like, over her shoulders. She was the house assumed a new appearance a singularly gifted woman, and possessed within and without. Roses bloomed in of rare inspiration. She loved the the garden, jessamines peeped through widower for his power and his fame, and its lattices, and the fields about it smiled she wedded him. They were married with the effects of careful cultivation, in that church. It was on a summer Lights were seen in the little parlour afternoon-I recollect it well. During in the evening, and many a time would the ceremony, the blackest cloud I ever the passenger pause by the garden-gate saw overspread the heavens like a pall, to listen to strains of the sweetest and, at the moment when the third bride music, breathed by choral voices from pronounced her vow, a clap of thunder the cottage. If the mysterious student shook the building to the centre. All and his wife were neglected by their the females shrieked, but the bride herneighbours, what cared they? Their self made the response with a steady endearing and mutual affection made voice, and her eyes glittered with wild their home a little paradise. But death fire as she gazed upon her bridegroom. came to Eden. Mary fell suddenly sick, He remarked a kind of incoherence in and, after a few hours' illness, died in her expressions as they rode homeward, the arms of her husband and her sister which surprised him at the time. ArMadeleine.
This was the student's rived at his house, she shrunk upon the second heavy affliction.
threshold : but this was the timidity of Days, months, rolled on, and the a maiden. When they were alone he only solace of the bereaved was to sit clasped her hand-it was as cold as ice ! with the sisters of the deceased and talk He looked into her faceof the lost one. To Adelaide, at length, Madeleine," said he, “what means he offered his widowed heart. She came this ? your cheeks are as pale as your to his lone house like the dove, bearing wedding-gown!” The bride uttered a the olive-branch of peace and consola- frantic shriek. tion. Their bridal was not one of revelry “My wedding gown l'exclaimed she ; and mirth, for a sad recollection brooded 'no, no—this—this is my sister's over the hour. Yet they lived happily; shroud! The hour for confession has the husband again smiled, and, with a arrived. It is God that impels me to new spring, the roses again blossomed speak. To win you I have lost my soul ! in their garden. But it seemed as if a Yes—yes—I am a murderess! She smiled fatality pursued this singular man. When upon me in the joyous affection of her the rose withered and the leaf fell, in the young heart-but I gave her the fatal mellow autumn of the year, Adelaide, drug! Adelaide twined her white arms too, sickened and died, like her younger about my neck, but I administered the sister, in the arms of her husband and poison ! Take me to your arms: I have of Madeleine.
lost my soul for you, and mine must you “Perhaps you will think it strange, be!' young man, that, after all, the wretched “She spread her long, white arms, survivor stood again at the altar. But and stood like a maniac before him," he was a mysterious being, whose ways said the sexton, rising, in the excitement were inscrutable, who thirsting for do- of the moment, and assuming the attitude mestic bliss, was doomed ever to seek he described; "and then," continued and never to find it. His third bride he, in a hollow voice," at that moment was Madeleine. I well remember her. came the thunder and the flash, and the She was a beanty, in the true sense of guilty woman fell dead on the floor!"' the word. It may seem strange to you The countenance of the narrator exto hear the praise of beauty from such pressed all the horror that he felt. lips as mine ; but I cannot avoid expa- “And the bridegroom," asked I: tiating upon hers. She might have sat “ the husband of the destroyer and the upon a throne, and the most loyal sub- victims—what became of him?" ject, the proudest peer, would have sworn “ He stands before you !" was the the blood within her veins had descended thrilling answer. from a hundred kings. She was a proud
Ah! sad it is when lips have spoken, THE FORSAKEN.
And love on one hath set his token,
To find the heart we deemed our own,
UPON the midnight wave there pass'd Was very like the evening sky,
A thousand boats of cockle-shell, And as her lips just parted, you
Without a sail, without a mast, Might see a gleam of white shine through; They floated on by magic spell ; While such her mild persuasive glance In the pale moon-beam there was seen It seemed young Love's inheritance, Crowding upon the silent strand Wherewith the boy-god tipp'd his darts
With noiseless step a fairy queen To melt with passion froward hearts. Follow'd by all her courtly band.
Upon her hand she leans her cheek, And looks abroad but does not speak : Soon was that royal train afar, 'Tis sunset, and the crimson glow
Riding upon the wave and wind, Is flitting o'er the landscape now; They pass’d 'neath many an unknown Yet heeds she not the lovely beam
star, That tints the mead and gilds the stream; And left the rapid birds behind ; Nor e'en the moon whose silver boat Morn came, and with it zephyrs sweet, Upon the waters seems to float;
Then sunny noon's bright pageantry,
Gaily upon a sparkling sea.
a world more pure was there The murmuring waters glided by, Than e'en the world of upper air. And gathering clouds of tempest threw
But these are things she did not see, Black shadows o'er the starless sky. For
eye and thought were fixedly The queen of fairy raised her wand, On one far jutting point intent,
And turned her drifted fleet about, And as from her light bower she leant, And bid them hurry back to land We mark'd the flush upon her brow, Before the blast of storm was out. We mark'd the sudden paleness now, The quicken'd breath, the flashing eye, While yet she spoke, a trembling wave All light and all expectancy ;
Rose from the dark deep heavily, Thelong-drawnsigh which seem'd to start Capsized each cockle-shell and gave The life-tide back upon her heart,
The terror'd fairies to the sea.
The heavings of a swelling ocean.
And then upon the rippling waves, The giddiness of fashion's whirl,
A thousand little eddies rose The glitter of the lighted hall,
Bubbling above the fairy graves ; The madness of the festival,
Yet were their spirits pure and bright, The wild thrill of the mazy dance,
Borne upward on a dying wail, The dove-like eyes that on him glance, And to the shore in airy flight The low sweet voice that bringeth now They passed upon a rising gale. Fire to his eye-blood to his browHave dashed aside his love for thee, Not their sce ted homes flowers, · Who lov'st him to idolatry!
That wither at the breath of blight,
They sought afar those mystic bowers, freighted with lovers, and fanned by
Blooming in beauty ever bright; Cupids. Music from the interior of a Like spirits of the air they roam, brilliantly-lighted pavilion next attracts Where'er they list 'neath southern our notice, and we learn that at the skies,
“ Saloon of Mars" there is a “ball for And hither to the earth they come,
every one. Gaming-tables succeed to Riding upon those summer flies, the saloon, where one may tempt Dame That fit at evening in the shade, Fortune (or Miss Fortune if you will) And sparkle in the silent glade. with any sum, from a Napoleon down to
half a franc. Another step or two brings us to the stage of a leg-less
vaulter, who, to the infinite delight of SUNDAY IN PARIS.
the gaping Parisians, performs a series
of evolutions on his wooden stumps that It was Sunday evening, and we made might strike envy into the bosoms of a our way into the Tuileries garden. The couple of pegtops. A hotel offers its forty-fifth band—the crack band of the enticements at a little distance, where a French army-was playing under the lady, having dispatched her bowl of ricepalace windows. But such playing ! I and milk, is earnestly discussing a game confess I never had an idea what mili- of dominoes with her lover. On a cartary music was till now. It was not, as pet in front of the hotel a family of I have too often heard it, a conflict posturists are twisting themselves into between drum and trumpet, and flute all possible and impossible shapes, to and hautboy, as to which should be the tune of the Marseilles Hymn, played heard most; it was not a mere mixture on the violin by the father of the flock. of instruments, but in reality a suc. You have no sooner got out of the sound cession of sentiments.” And yet the of the posture-master's trumpet than fellows that played were common, vulgar you find yourself surrounded by entirely looking fellows enough-neither more new objects. A weighing-machine here nor less than ordinary bandsmen, to all invites you to ascertain your avoirdupois appearance. How they managed to for the smallest possible charge. That produce such an effect I cannot at all amusing instrument the Polygone there make out. It is a Sterne truth, but attracts your attention, and offers recrecertainly “they do manage these things ation at an equally low rate. At one better in France." I could have lis- moment groups of “ Shepherds from the tened to them for ever : but it is not so south of France” run over you with easy playing as listening; and the forty- their wooden legs; at another you are fifth band at length ceased. The night within an ace of being whirled away in had begun to close in ; “heaven's a vortex of skipping-ropes. Rockets lamps” were lit—and earth's too; and from the neighbouring tea-gardens every from top to bottom of the “ Elysian now and then startle you with their Fields” sparkled a thousand lights. The upward whiz, and fill the air with fountains in the Palace gardens plashed sparkles; wbile the blue and red lights and glittered in the air; the soft evening of the various omnibuses go whisking breeze came loaded with the perfume of by, every moment, like a masquerade of a thousand flowers ; every alley of that ignis-fatui. vast pleasure-ground was crowded with The company is not among the least gay guests ; infancy in all its joy, youth amusing part of the spectacle. Here in all its brightness, and age almost as the young merchant's clerk, with his gay and bright as youth and infancy little pet of a grisette by his side, looks themselves.
as great, and twice as happy, in his straw We are in the “Elysian Fields ;” and hat, as a monarch in his robes of state. what a whirl of gaiety it is ! On one There the veteran of the grand army side of us is the “circus,” with its lively paces with proud steps toward the “ Trimerry-go-round of horses and riders. umphal Arch” at the end of the avenue. Close by its side is a merry-go-round Next to him comes the young cadet of of quite another description; wooden the military school, big with the recolhorses and dragons here invite the ad- lections of the memorable “ three days ;'' venturous youth to enter its enticing and close to the scholar, a young private circle. A flight of aerial ships there of the National Guard, in kid gloves and whisks through the air, every ship green spectacles. A party of English succeed, quizzing and laughing at every. respondent. She turned pale on seeing body they meet, and quizzed and laughed the superscription, and crushed the note at by everybody in return. Groups of up in her hand, unread. I was not happy children, dressed in all manner of sorry to defer the denouement of my fantastic costumes, come bowling their little drama, and taking up her remark, hoops or chasing one another among which she seemed disposed to forget, I the trees ; attended by nurses, dressed referred her to a Scrap-book of Van really like nurses, and not, as in Eng- Pelt's, which she had brought down with land, like their mammas. Elegantly at- her, containing some verses of my own, tired groups of women, accompanied by copied (by good luck) in that sentimental their husbands, brothers, or cousins, add sophomore's own hand. their charms and graces to the scene. " Are these yours, really and truly ?" And here and there, amidst the merry she asked, looking pryingly into my face, throng, may be espied the reverend figure and showing me my own verses, against of a parish curate or of Sister of Cha- which she had already run a pencil line rity, slowly returning home after the of approbation. duties of the day, or devoutly hastening " Peccavi !" I answered. “But will to the sick chamber of some dying peni. you make me in love with my own offtent. Such is life! and such—such is spring by reading them in your own Sunday evening in the “Elysian Fields” voice?" of Paris !
They were some lines written in a balcony, at daybreak, while a ball was
still going on within, and contained an AMERICAN PASTIMES IN allusion (which I had quite overlooked) VACATION.
to some one of my ever-changing admira
tions, (Concluded from page 48.)
" And who was this sweet lover,'
Mr. Wrongham ? I should know, I Miss Ellerton sat in the music-room think, before I go farther with so expedithe next morning, after breakfast, pre- tious a gentleman." venting pauses in a rather interesting “As Shelley says of his Ideal Misconversation, by a running accompani- tress ment upon the guitar. A single gold • I loved—oh no! I mean not one of ye, thread formed a fillet about her temples, and from beneath it, in clouds of silken
Or any earthly one- —though ye are fair !* ringlets, floated the softest raven hair It was but an apostrophe to the presentithat ever grew enamoured of an ivory ment of that which I have found, dear shoulder. Hers was a skin that seemed Miss Ellerton! But will you read that woven of the lily-white but opaque fibre ill-treated billet - doux, and remember of the magnolia, yet of that side of its that Juba stands with the patience of an cup turned toward the fading sunset. ebon statue waiting for an answer ?" There is no term in painting, because I knew the contents of the letter, and there is no track of pencil or colour, I watched the expression of her face as that could express the vanishing and im- she read it with no little interest. Her palpable breath that assured the healthi. temples flushed, and her delicate lips ness of so pale a cheek. She was slight, gradually curled into an expression of as all southern women are in America, anger and scorn ; and having finished the and of a flexile and luxurious graceful- perusal of it, she put it into my hand, ness, equalled by nothing but the mov- and asked me if so impertinent a proings of a smoke curl. Without the duction deserved an answer. elastic nerve, remarkable in the motions I began to fear that the éclaircissement of Taglioni, she appeared, like her, to be would not leave me on the sunny side of born with a lighter specific gravity than the lady's favour, and felt the need of her fellow-creatures. If she had floated the moment's reflection given me while away upon some chance breeze, you running my eye over the letter. would only have been surprised upon “Mr. Slingsby,” said I, with the dereflection.
liberation of an attorney, “ has been “I am afraid you are too fond of some time in correspondence with you." society," said Miss Ellerton, as Juba
“ Yes." came in hesitatingly, and delivered her " And from his letters, and your broa note in the handwriting of an old cor- ther's commendations, you had formed a
high opinion of his character, and had identical checked cravat in which I had expressed as much in your letters ?" made so unfavourable an impression the “ Yes-perhaps I did.”
first day of my arrival. Tom Ellerton “And from this paper intimacy he was soon found, and easily agreed to go conceives himself sufficiently acquainted before and announce me by my proper with you to request leave to pay his ad- name to his sister, and treading closely dresses?",
on his heels, I followed to the door of A dignified bow put a stop to my ca
the music-room. techism.
Ah, Ellen,” said he, without giving “Dear Miss Ellerton," I said, “ this is her time for a scene, “ I was looking for scarcely a question upon which I ought you. Slingsby is better, and will pay to speak, but by putting this letter into his respects to you presently. And í my hand you seemed to ask my opinion.” say—you will treat him well, Ellen
“ I did—I do,” said the lovely girl, and-and-don't flirt with Wrongham taking my hand, and looking appealingly the way you did last night! Slingsby's into my face ; answer it for me! I a devilish sight better fellow. Oh, here have done wrong in encouraging that he is !” foolish correspondence, and I owe this As I stepped over the threshold, Miss forward man, perhaps, a kinder reply Ellerton gave me just enough of a look than my first feelings would have dic- to assure herself that it was the identical tated. Decide for me-write for me monster she had seen at the tea-table, relieve me from the first burden that has and not deigning me another glance, lain on my heart since I
immediately commenced talking violently She burst into tears, and my dread of to her brother on the state of the weaan explanation increased.
ther. Tom bore it for a moment or two “Will you follow my advice impli- with remarkable gravity, but at my first citly?" I asked.
attempt to join in the conversation, my • Yes—oh yes.”
voice was lost in an explosion of laugh“ You promise ?”
ter which would have been the death of “ Indeed, indeed.”
a gentleman with a full habit. Indig“Well, then, listen to me! However nant and astonished, Miss Ellerton rose painful the task, I must tell you that the to her full height, and slowly turned to encouragement you have given Mr. me. Slingsby, the admiration you have ex- “Peccavi !” said I, crossing my hands pressed in your letters of his talents and on my bosom, and looking up penitently acquirements, and the confidences you to her face. have reposed in him respecting yourself, She ran to me, and seized my hand, warrant him in claiming as a right a fair but recovered herself instantly, and the trial of his attractions. You have known next moment was gone from the room. and approved Mr. Slingsby's mind for Whether from wounded pride from years—you know me but for a few hours. having been the subject of a mystificaYou saw him under the most unfavour- tion, or whether from that female caable auspices (for I know him intimately), price by which most men suffer at one and I feel bound in justice to assure you, period or other of their bachelor lives, I that you will like him much better upon know not—but I never could bring Miss acquaintance.”
Ellerton again to the same interesting Miss Ellerton had gradually drawn crisis with which she ended her intimacy herself up during this splendid speech, with Mr. Wrongham. She professed to and sat at last erect, and as cold as forgive me, and talked laughingly enough Agrippina upon her marble chair.
of our old acquaintance; but whenever “ Will you allow me to send Mr. I grew tender, she referred me to the Slingshy to you,” I continued, rising, “ Sweet Lover” mentioned in my verses “and suffer him to plead his own cause ?" in the balcony, and looked around for
“If you will call my brother, Mr. Van Pelt. That accomplished beau, on Wrongham, I shall feel obliged to you,” observing my discomfiture, began to find said Miss Ellerton.
out Miss Ellerton's graces without the I left the room, and, hurrying to my aid of his quizzing-glass, and I soon chamber, dipped my head into a basin found it necessary to yield the pas altoof water, and plastered my long locks gether. She has since become Mrs. Van over my eyes, slipped on a white round. Pelt; and when I last heard from her, about, and tied around my neck the as well as could be expected."