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continued Sybella, forgetting in her anxiety to hear of his welfare that she had continually forbidden her friend to give her any details on the subject.
"Poor David !" she murmured, at the conclusion of the long-winded narrative which was inflicted on her by Miss Saunders, as a penalty, doubtless, for the restraint she had imposed upon her.
“It is much better to let it remain a mystery. I have been nothing but a mystery since he knew me, and he will now imagine either that I am lost to him altogether, or that I am unworthy to become the recipient of such a blessing as his honest love."
And Sybella's last night in England was spent in restless wanderings to and fro in her chamber, in prayers for the welfare and happiness of the man whom she had the bitterness of knowing would doubtless think her undeserving of his affection, and in vain and futile conjectures respecting her recreant husband.
Something whispered to her that he was still living, and Mr. Elliott having reiterated his promise of not leaving a stone unturned in order to discover his whereabouts, she was in some measure reassured. Perhaps, if he knew all, he might be induced to return. Anything would be better than her present unhappy position.
She had thought with Mr. Elliott that Captain Chetwynde's peace of mind would return to him more readily if he could imagine her indifferent or fickle-hearted, and her formal letter, and the studied avoidance of his attention, would, she imagined, effect an easy cure.
“ Perhaps,” she thought," he may fancy that his words were misunderstood, or perhaps that I detest the sight of him, now that he has entered upon the field as a lover. At any rate, I need never disclose to him what I have kept from the world all these years, and an explanation by letter (as I once thought of) would be of no use to any one. No! my short dream of love shall end as it began, abruptly and in mystery.”
So thought poor Sybella, pacing about the room and giving vent to her sad reflections, instead of seeking the repose she needed for the journey next day. Tired out at last in mind and body, she threw herself, without undressing, upon her couch, but only to fall into a troubled doze, wherein she dreamt that her husband had come home and was attempting to Aling her down a precipice ; that David had appeared suddenly on the opposite side with the girl Marie on his arm; that Marie was David's wife, and that she franticly urged him to assist in Sybella's destruction ; that she had waited in breathless anxiety to see what David would decide upon doing. He had wavered and clasped Marie's hand fervently, and, in her despair at his altered manner, Sybella dreamt that she threw herself headlong into the abyss.
She awoke with a scream to find Mrs. Elliott at her bedside, her travelling dress ready laid out, and her trunks corded and labelled. She had overslept herself, and it wanted but an hour to the time of her departure (in company with Mr. Elliott) for the Ostend steam-boat, where she was to find Mrs. Pierrepont and family.
The adieux were soon made, and as Mrs. Elliott clasped her young friend to her breast, she told her that their prayers
should accompany her on her journey, and that their greatest wish was to see her once more among them, well and happy as in the days of old.
HOW SAINT ANDERS WON THE “HOAX.”
A LEGEND OF JUTLAND.
BY WILLIAM JONES.
FATHER ANDERS is off to the Holy Land;
When he open'd his eyes,
That the pilgrims had left,
And committed a theft,
Thus robb’d and forsaken,
That the vagrants bad gone,
“ You must hasten with me
From your eyes, and away !"
Such a trajet aërial,
In the skies, sea, and land,
Such a miracle could not be kept in the shade,
They fumed and they fretted,
Said King Eric, one day,
By my word you shall have !"
By all means,” cried King Eric, and laugh'd in his sleeve,
, went his way
Stop, stop!” cried the crowd, “ half the island is gone;
SKETCHES OF SUNNY SCENES AND SOCIAL
SCIENCE IN SWITZERLAND.
II. WAITING, a day or two after the events previously recorded, at the station for the train which was to take us to Thun, we were amused to find in the Intelligenz-blatt no less than eleven “Heirathsgesuchs,” or matrimonial advertisements, three of them from ladies. The celebs” almost invariably demanded a photograph of the damsels from whom they expected a reply, while the maidens who offered themselves as brides evidently cared more for the means than the features of their future lords, a direct request being made in all their advertisements that the fortune and prospects of their wooers should be stated in their answering letters
. We have mounted the broken stairs, and ascended the ladders which lead to the top of the castle of Thun-seen the long array of shields, with the quarterings of its ancient lords, that still hang upon its walls—peeped into one of the turret-rooms now used as prison cells, and are standing in the burial-ground of the parish church, which commands a perfect view of the town and lake, the rapid Aar, and grand dark Niesen mountain, with the snow-fields of the Blumlisalp stretching in their glistening whiteness behind it, when up the two hundred steps, that lead beneath a covered way from the town to the church, we see ascending a long array of mourners, followed by two men bearing a coffin. As they reach the burial-ground, the procession divides into two parties; those to whom the deceased person has belonged, who are all attired in black, range themselves along the wall that surrounds the church, while the strangers, of whom there must be at least a hundred, stand in a group at a little distance from the open grave. No clergyman is in attendance, no service is read; the coffin is slowly and reverently lowered into the grave, the cords are then withdrawn, and the strangers, walking one by one, approach the grave, look down upon the coffin, and then pass in a long line round the burial-ground; every one shakes hand with each mourner as they go by, and then the whole party descend the steps, while the grave is refilled with earth; the relations wait till this is nearly done, when they also leave the churchyard. We could not learn whether funerals in Thun were always performed with this complete absence of religious ceremony, but this one we witnessed seemed strange enough to find a place among my sketches.
Thun, with its glorious views of the Oberland, its curious doublehoused streets, its soft lake and swiftly running river, is too well known to require description; we will, therefore, pass over the pleasant week we spent there, and start at once in the little car