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trude Campbell's wrongs (not magnified; I would never load with a mocking joy could they be?) was painted in my My spirit's mounting wings. dreams; the vision carried her to the I would bind no wreath to my brow totomb, and shadowed forth the form of day her aged friend strewing flowers over her That would leave a stain to-morrow, grave and watering them with his tears. Nor drink a draught of joy to-night I awoke ; day was just breaking, the That would change with morn to sorweather delicious; and, little refreshed by my troubled sleep, I cheerfully arose and sauntered forth. All was still quiet But, oh, I would burst this chain of care, —the sun had not yet risen, and the

And be spirit and fancy free; only sound which broke the holy still. My mind should range where it longs to ness of this Sunday morning, was the

go, grateful melody of the thousand birds,

And the limitless wind outflee. as they carolled forth their matin-song I would place my foot on my heaps of of praise. Almost unconsciously, instinctively, I turned my steps toward

To mount to Wisdom's throne ; the village burying-ground. My feel. And buy, with the wealth of an Indian ings harmonized with the scene.

mine, sad, yet calm. I had often visited the To be left, of care, alone! spot, and all there was familiar, save a few modern-looking stones

which marked Ambition! my lip would laugh to scorn the graves of the newly-departed. Among I would follow sooner a woman's eye,

Thy robe and thy gleaming sword ! these latter, at once my eye became riveted upon one, a simple and modest But come with the glory of human

Or a child's imperfect word ; slab of virgin white marble-it bore this

thought, inscription :

And the light of the scholar's brow,

And “GERTRUDE CAMPBELL, died, March

my heart shall be taught forgetful

ness, the first, 1829, of consumption, ætat.

And alone at thine altar bow: Her virtues are embalmed in the memories of her friends- There was one mild eye-there was one none else could know them. Into the

deep tonehands of her Redeemer her mother and

They were dear to this heart of mine! sisters commend her spirit.”

Dear to me was that mild blue eye

Than the lamp on wisdom's shrine. My soul brought up from its deepest cell

The sum of its earthly love ; THE TABLE OF EMERALD.

But it could not buy her wing from

heaven,
THAT Emerald vast of the Pyramid- And she flew to her rest above.

Were I where it is laid,
I would ask no king for his weary crown,

That first deep love I have taken back As its mystic words were said.

In my rayless breast to hide ; The pomp of wealth, the show of power,

With the tear it brought for a burning In vain for me would shine,

seal And nought that brings the mind a care

'Twill there for ever bide. Would win bright gold of mine. I may stretch on now to another goal, Would I feast all day—revel all night. The tie is broken that kept me back,

I may feed my thoughts of flameLaugh with a secret sadness ?

And my mind speeds on—for fame ! Would I sleep away the breezy morn, And wake to the goblet's madness ?

But, alas ! I am dreaming' as if I knew Would I spend no time and no golden ] forget how like to a broken reed

The spell of the tablet green! For the wisdom that sages knew ?

Is the hope on which I lean. Would I run to waste with a human mind There is nothing true of my idle dream To its holy trust untrue ?

But the wreck of my early love,

And my mind is coin'd for my daily Oh.. knew I the depth of that emerald bread, spell,

And how can it soar above? And had I the gold it brings,

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CHAPTER I.

MARIE JEANNE.

procession with acclamation ; and, bowing to his subjects, with graceful con

descension, Louis the fifteenth, and his ONE pleasant morning, about sixty youthful grandson (afterward Louis the years ago, while the good people of sixteenth) reached the lofty arch, and Paris were busily commencing their entered the palace. A tall young boy, daily avocations, the eyes of those who had been forced too near by the moving in the neighbourhood of the crowd, was ordered back, and one of the Tuileries were attracted by a magnificent soldiers struck him sternly with the flat train of horsemen and carriages advanc- of his drawn sword. The insult, though ing toward the palace, from the direction it could not be resented, was evidently of the Bois de Boulogne. The splendour felt; and the youth clenched his fist and importance of the cortege at once maliciously at the man, and followed announced to the spectators, well accus- him with a flashing look, and a shout of tomed to the sight, the return of royalty defiance. to its stately abode. The interruption, A miscellaneous group, accidentally however, seemed to cause little surprise, flung together by the pressure of the and less pleasure ; for, at this period, the multitude, observed this incident with corruption of the court had nearly reached murmurs of disapprobation, and ex. its height; the slow fire of deadly hate, pressed their sympathy for the boy by had long been making its subterranean echoing his scornful cry against the way through the central realms of the guard. social body, and the gayest and loveliest Sainte Vierge !exclaimed one, circles of wealth, rank, and fashion, led " the knave uses his blade as if we were their giddy round upon the bosom of a moutons !" volcano.

“I would have cleft him to the chine, The populace, ever ready to shout at had he so laid his sword on me!". cried that which glitters, received the royal another.

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Diable! Frenchmen are no longer was pronounced at once the prettiest better than worms !" muttered a third. girl in Paris; and that then, as it would

“ Were I the child, I would have jus- be now, was saying a great deal. tice, if I went to the throne itself!" said As she proceeded across the street, a fourth.

with her eyes modestly drooping to the “ The throne !" echoed one, and there ground, and her warm, sunny face, halfwas a general laugh.

betraying a consciousness of the general “By our Lady! a pretty place to seek admiration, many young men murmured justice !''

audible expressions of homage:-jolie!" “ He had better ask it of the Duc de " enchanteresse !" charmante !!! Richelieu !” said another, sarcastically. escaped from divers lips; and more than

“ Or his fair daughter, the Comtesse one idler, as if unconsciously or irresis. d'Egmont !” added a third.

tibly attracted by the loveliness of the A score of sacres followed the utter youthful Hebe, turned his course in the ance of the last name. The lady men- direction of hers. tioned was one of those fiends, in the Bon jour, ma bellé !"' whispered disguise of beautiful and fascinating one, with a very ugly face, “May I women, who contributed so largely, by make your friendship?" their debaucheries and oppressions, There was no reply to this disinterested toward the downfall of the monarchy. proposal. But a few moments after, She had been recently detected in an another, a handsome and richly dressed intrigue, carried on incognito, with a chevalier, addressed her : “ Angell your shopman: upon the man's accidentally name?” discovering her real rank, he was sud- Marie Jeanne, monsieur.” denly arrested, and plunged into a mad. Ah, you are not a Parisienne, by house, where only an accident saved him your accent ?” either from eternal imprisonment or a “No, monsieur.violent death. It may be well believed And, if not from heaven, madethat, at this period, there existed little moiselle, what part of France gave you affection between the people of France birth ?" and their indolent and voluptuous sove- “ Vaucouleurs, monsieur.” reign.

A stranger in Paris ?” Among those who had lingered a few " Oui, monsieur." moments, first to behold the splendour " Married ?" of the royal cortége, and then to see the No, monsieur." termination of the fracas between the 5. Parents ?" boy and the soldier, and the consequent A mother, monsieur.'' irritation of the populace, was a young

“ Brothers and sisters ?'' girl of about sixteen, neatly but plainly “No, monsieur.” dressed, and carrying, under her arm, a Quelle grace ! mignonne ! et madesmall bundle. The entire moral depra- moiselle, demeure-t-elle ?vity of a powerful court had not been The charming brunette, with a grace without its effects upon the people at possessed by nothing under heaven but large. In the circles of the royal roué, a young French girl, or a swan, lifted incense was offered but to the divinity of her eyes to the handsome monsieur's. love, and, in the common streets of the She was positively dazzling. Never had gay and giddy metropolis, a form so he beheld a countenance so radiantly striking as that of the pretty brunette, beautiful. Her features were perfect, could not escape attention. From her even in repose, but with every word and attire, she might have been the girl of thought some new grace appeared. Her some fashionable couturière, or modiste; smile was death ; her glances were as and it was of a kind to set off her round, fatal, could you have escaped her smile; graceful figure to the utmost advantage; and, withal, she had teeth of snow, and but her air and walk were charming a voice which, even without any personal enough for a duchess. Nothing could attractions, would have made you her be more perfect than her foot and ancle, slave in a minute. slyly displayed beneath her coquettish “ Marie Jeanne," said the stranger, dress; and her face, so far from disap- now really enchanted, “sweet Marie pointing the expectation raised by the Jeanne, I love you !" youthful attractions of her person, rather What reply Marie Jeanne would have surpassed and surprised it. In short, she vouchsafed to this truly French declara

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CHAPTER II.

tion, it is not easy to determine ; but, at with temperaments not adverse from the this moment her eyes, happening to turn smiles of beauty. The young monarch from her enamoured companion, fell on of Denmark was now on a visit to Paris. another, the sight of whom appeared It was impossible, indeed, to surmise suddenly to change her determination. who the stranger might not be some Throwing upon her adorer a cool look of one distinguished, evidently. surprise and displeasure, she remarked, As the fair soubrette passed the place,

“Monsieur, I do not understand you whence he had made her so prof ndly Allez vous-en ! Bon jour, monsieur !" the object of his gaze, he unfolded his

Notwithstanding a certain saucy arch- arms and followed. ness, there was yet a sincerity in her air So, so ! I have turned off monsieur and tone not to be mistaken or resisted. just in time !" said Marie Jeanne to She glided on her way.

“Monsieur" herself, as she lowered her eyes once stood riveted to the spot, struck with a more modestly to the ground, and purvariety of emotions, in which astonish- sued her way without looking back. ment and mortification were largely Marie Jeanne walked on. mingled. At length with a sacre ed from the Place Louis Quinze up rolling deeply from his tongue, and that the Rue Royale, where the workmen delicious "bon jour, monsieur !" ringing were commencing excavations for the in his ears like a dream, he twirled his buildings which, at present, occupy that moustaches, tapped his leg with a small spot, and which were, soon after, the báton, hummed a lively air, and resumed scene of such memorable events. She the original course of his promenade. even reached the extremity of the street,

and turned toward the Boulevard des

Italiens, without looking back, or losing The individual who had attracted the the studied and demure propriety of her attention of Marie Jeanne was leaning demeanour. Still no step approached. against the marble balcony which sur- No voice whispered the sweet words, rounded the bronze equestrian statue, "charmante !" "enchanteresse!" which at that time just erected in the Place she loved so much to hear. Some one Louis Quinze in honour of the reigning passed. Her heart beat.

He was a monarch. Whether it was that the jesuit priest. Another! Pshawl only stranger achieved the abrupt dismissal M. de Voltaire. He had been pointed of his rival by a secret sign, or whether out to her the day before as a great the more obvious attention of one pal- curiosity—a withered old man of sixty. pably superior in beauty and bearing to It was not M. de Voltaire that Marie all she had ever seen, induced the capri- Jeanne wanted. Could it be possible cious coquette to afford him an oppor- that the handsome stranger had given up tunity of making her acquaintance, I the pursuit ? At length, impatient and shall not inquire ; but certain it is that, half angry, she hastily turned her head. when the first monsieur” had departed, The object of her thoughts was just she very quietly proceeded in a direction behind her. She stopped to arrange her which led her within a few yards of the shoe-buckle, and, in order to do so, other. He was apparently a young noble, exposed her pretty foot. The stranger by the elegance of his person, and his stopped also. She walked on again with air distingué. Tall and graceful, his a more rapid pace. He did the same. large black eyes were full of thought She paused once more to arrange the and fire ; and yet there was something kerchief about her bosom. He also sombre and mysterious in his expression. paused. Neither did the tasteful simplicity of his Ciel !thought Marie Jeanne. dress escape the eye of Marie Jeanne. “ How very extraordinary! Is the man His coat of sky-blue silk had a narrow mad?'' edging of gold, and his straw-coloured At length, with her mysterious pursuer waistcoat was embroidered with silver. always at about the same distance from The hat, sword, buckles, and shoes, still her, she found herself, by a circuitous farther bespoke the gentleman and the route, again in front of the Tuileries; man of rank and fashion. He might and supposing that timidity, or, perhaps, have been a count, or a duke. He might the fear of observation, prevented him have been a prince, or even a king. from addressing her, she turned into Several youths of the royal family were the splendid garden, and gliding by reputedly fond of adventure, and gifted statue and fountain, lost herself amid

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the black shadows of the close and And what will that be ?" winding walks.

Your end !" replied the stranger, Allons, nous verrons !” said Marie sternly and solemnly. Jeanne.

Quel grand dommage !muttered She had scarcely uttered the words, Marie Jeanne once more, as her comwhen the stranger appeared through the panion disappeared, and she resumed her thick foliage, and stood by her face to way toward the streets. " Queen of face. Marie Jeanne actually blushed; France ! ah," and she sighed, “I wish but she recovered herself immediately, to heaven I were ! Mais, mon Dieu ! It and with an air of offended dignity, is getting late.

What will Madame “Monsieur,” she said, “what do you Labelle say all this while ?" seek ? I have done you no harm. Why do you follow me thus?"

CHAPTER III. She seemed very indignant; but her The emperor Julian, that he might indignation only made her more lovely. strike a death-blow at Christianity,

The unknown looked at her a moment resolved to rebuild the temple of Jeruwith his dark, melancholy eyes, and salem. As his impious design was frussighed; then, with a faint smile, took trated, the tourist of our times, although her hand and kissed it, but with the locomotives may traverse the continent utmost respect.

from Ostend to Thibet, will scarcely Mademoiselle,"

,” he said, in a low, behold anything so magnificent as the gentle voice, “dare I solicit from you chateau and gardens of Versailles. It one favour?"

is known that Louis the fourteenth, beMarie Jeanne struggled feebly to with- neath whose wand this vision of archidraw her hand.

tectural grandeur arose, consigned the “He is making love already,” thought accounts to the flames, frightened at the she. “What a charming place is this idea that posterity should learn the exParis !"

tent of his prodigality. The court of “ If you will not grant my request, Louis the fifteenth rioted there so far allow me at least to prefer it.”

above the herd of common humanity, She looked at him. He was very that their pleasures resembled the feasts handsome. Her eyes said so ; but her of the gods. The treasures of a mighty sweet, rosy mouth only replied — “I nation were within their reach, and they cannot keep you from using your own bathed themselves in a sea of luxury and tongue, monsieur."

splendour. Not in the palace of the Then promise to comply with the Cæsars, or the seraglio of the Persian or first thing I shall ask of you, after you the Mohammedan, have there been ever are queen of France."

more multiform and costly offerings at Oh, bon Dieu !" ejaculated Marie the altar of love and mirth. One Jeanne to herself; “he is then really dazzling divinity presided over the orgies mad! What a great pity! with such of that stately temple. Her name was tender eyes, too;" and then somewhat Pleasure. hastily disengaging her hand, she an- The most casual reader need not be swered with a compassionate smile, “Yes, informed that women at this period ruled monsieur, I faithfully promise to grant France. A royal contemporary, indeed, what you ask, when I am queen of France.” excited the ire of Louis the fifteenth, by

“One moment,” said the stranger, designating the events of his administraere he resigned the small white hand tion as having occurred under the reign which he held compressed in his own ; of Petticoat the first, Petticoat the seI see, mademoiselle, you think me cond, Petticoat the third, in allusion to mad. I pray you have a better opinion those syrens whom the effeminate monof me. I am not mad. Oh, would I arch, with a latitude breathing of the

Adieu ! After your elevation, atmosphere of Constantinople, called to there will be only one thing more extra- share his pleasures and his power. It ordinary."

was about five years after the incident “Quel dommage!'' thought Marie just related, when the court of Versailles Jeanne; but knowing that lunatics was thrown into great agitation, by must be pacified by an appearance of changes either made or premeditated, of credulity on the part of their auditors, the most important description. she asked him, though not without a In an apartment of the chateau, corhalf-suppressed smile :

responding in its furniture with the

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