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bon, and for her trinkets. This arrangement of band, like a inonk: he offered me a thousand tables did not, however, prevent an accident, caresses; he appeared so glad to see me, that similar to that which occurred to Philip II., his demonstrations of satisfaction went abso. when, after having passed the night in writing, lutely to transports of joy; he kissed my
hands a bottle of ink was upset over his despatches. ten times, and inquired how I found myself, The lady was not disposed to imitate the patience with an air of interest very touching. His of the prince; but then it must be remembered second question was for you; it lasted a quarter that he only wrote on affairs of state, and that of an hour : he loves you, he said, with all his what was destroyed for her was algebra, much heart. Then he spoke of Desmarets, and of more difficult to be restored to order. The Saint Lambert; at last he left me, that I might morning after their departure, I received a letter write to you; I have written, good night: the of four pages, and also a billet, which announced post leaves to-night. I foresee that after supper a grave accident: M. Voltaire had mislaid his I shall be too near my bed not to throw myself comedy, had forgotten to withdraw their parts into it, therefore I write to you before; I am from the actors, and lost the prologue. He en- fatigued to such a degree, that it requires treated me to find all these things, to send him nothing less than Cirey and Voltaire to keep instantly the prologue ; not by the post, because me awake. Adieu, iny dear friend, I embrace it would be sure to be copied; to keep the parts, you; and be assured that I can have no pleasure for fear of the same accident, and to lock up the if you do not partake it. piece under one hundred keys."
I left you, to dress, fearing that the supperMaking all due allowance for the exaggeration bell might ring; I hear nothing, so I will into which the sprightliness and satirical turn of quietly wish you again good night, for I will not Madame de Staël may have led her, it is impos- lose time. You will be astonished that I simsible not to see that Voltaire and Madame du ply say the Nymph * received me well; well! it Chatelet must have been exacting and trouble- is because I have only that to say. No, I sorsome guests, and that they sometimes gave occa- got that she has already spoken of her lawsuit sion for ridicule.
without any ceremony. Her clack is astonishTo return to Madame de Grafigny. Judging ing; I do not recollect any more. She speaks by her letters, she must have been a warm- extremely fast, and as I do when I speak like a hearted woman, greatly attached to her friends. Frenchwoman. She talks like an angel, this is She seems to have felt the loss of the society of what I have noticed; she wears a robe of Indian M. Devaux no less than that of M. Desmarets, chintz, and a large apron of black taffety: her to whom she was supposed to feel a more tender black hair, which is very long, is drawn up beattachment; but the fact of her having maintained hind to the top of her head, and is curled like an unbroken friendship with M. Devaux since the hair of little children ; this becomes her their childhood, proves that she was not capri- very much. As I have as yet seen only her cious nor changeable. A girl of sixteen could dress, I can tell you of nothing but it. For hardly express herself with more warmth than your Idol, I do not know whether he is powdered does this lady at the mature age of forty-four, for me; but all I can say is, that he is set out nor betray more impatience and regret at being as if he were at Paris. The goodman † leaves separated from those dear to her. More than this to-morrow for Brussels; we shall be only one philosopher has asserted that writers en three, and no one will weep: this is a piece of gaged on works of fiction retain the freshness of confidence that we have already made to each their feelings much longer than others. The other. Are you content? In truth, my little greater cultivation and exercise of the imagina- friend, I know no more, and it appears to me tion than the reasoning powers may produce that this is not so bad, for it is not yet two this effect, which is one hardly to be desired, hours since I arrived. Confess that it is very and is certainly not conducive to happiness; for pretty of me to write to you; but the pleasure when time has destroyed the attractions that I taste in being here, and the desire that I know excite lively feelings towards women, their in- you have that I should speak to you of this dulgence of such feelings only exposes them to place, renders me a prattler; in all cases it is ridicule instead of awakening sympathy. Friend- only for you two....., At least if he is ship is the cordial of age; but love appertains arrived, embrace him well for me (literally to the solely to youth, and should change to friendship letter, do you hear). I will pass the hours of when youth has fled.
my privacy to-morrow in writing to him and The first letter written by Madame de Gra- answering his letters, which beforehand have figny to M. Devaux, after her arrival at Cirey, given me a greater pleasure than Cirey. is very characteristic of her hosts, and little less “ Here is the little Trichâteau,Ş who sends to $o of herself. After a detail of her journeys, compliment me, and to request me to go and dangers from bad roads, &c. &c., she writes :- see him, as he has the gout. I go.
At last I am arrived; the Nymph * received me very well. I remained a moment in her room, and then ascended to my own to rest my
* This mode of designating her hostess indicates self. A moment after, arrived—who?
no good will towards her on the part of her newly
arrived guest. Your Idol,t holding a little candlestick in his
+ The Marquis du Châtelet.
The Marquis du Châtelet, a name given him • The Marquise du Châtelet, + Voltaire. from being that of one of his estates.
“ Here I am returned. Quick, quick! As panions. Yes, my friend, I am susceptible of I hear nothing yet that announces the moment grief, but I have the same susceptibility for of supper, I will continue.
the satisfaction of the soul and of the heart. “I said, then, that your letters gave me more ' I feel a fine day, even the pleasure of being pleasure than Cirey; nevertheless, my friend, I driven by our people. That livery,t alas ! that am well pleased to be here, but my heart goes I saw probably for the last time, made me before, and again before ; for I will avow all. feel triste. After all, it appears to ine that I
I read last night before I went to shall belong to you here more than where I was, bed the two long letters of the Doctor,* and that I may appear more amiable to you, for and only glanced over yours, which appeared I already feel all the pleasure. Good night, to be excellent, and I placed them under my dear friend, I embrace you a thousand times.” pillow. I read them this morning at the rising of the sun; they were my first travelling com- 1
(To be concluded in cur next.)
MYRA BELL; OR, SECOND LOVE.
BY I. W. BRYCE.
“Come, no slander upon woman's constancy, or I shall launch forth in full tide of invective
against man's treachery. I mean that, because " And this I learned, too, from the dove- Myra found her idol of clay, it is no reason why To die, and know no second love !"
the sentiment of devotion, which is one of the
holiest instincts of our nature, should be deThey tell me, Kate,” said Charles Calvert stroyed for ever in her breast." to his beautiful cousin, as they strolled through
Then you believe in second love?" the flower garden at Oak Lawn, one bright I am certainly an advocate of constancy; and
“ Your question is not altogether a fair one, morning in June, they tell me that young there is something very sacred to me even in the Harry Layton is attentive to Myra Bell.” Yes, and I certainly wish him success; for brightened our happier days, and, long che
memory of a pure and holy affection, which has my sweet little Myra deserves a good match, rished, has entwined itself with our every symand Harry is said, with more reason than is pathy, until it grew and became a part of us. usual in such cases, to be the paragon of the The shrine of such a love, once erected in our neighbourhood.” " You surely do not think such a thing as
heart of hearts, may well be dedicated to one their engagement possible ?"
Then “ And why not, cousin mine? Have you any
would have success the criterion previous claims to urge upon her heart ?"
of constancy. Why, Kate, you would spoil the " By no means. But Myra is a girl, I ima. I acted, by such a cold, calculating sentiment.”.
prettiest romances that were ever written or gine, who would marry only for love; and, alas ! " And those same romances have spoiled the she has no heart to bestow." "Oh, you allude to her affair with Rupert de blessing others, and enjoying itselt the choicest
happiness of many an honest heart capable of Lancey?" To be sure I do."
blessings of life, in its appointed sphere of con
that “And do you hold that, because a woman false sentiment which condemns a pure and
jugal and domestic affections. Out upon has been jilted by a heartless knave, she may noble heart, with its untold treasures of rich not love a true man?” " I hold, fair cousin, that, in a sincere bosom, liance with despair, because an error of judg
affections and sympathies, to pine in sickly dalthe affections, once blighted and crushed, are ment, or a freak of fancy, has sent its devotions not so easily renewed. able mind like Myra’s exchange a broken heart made for love wither, in its spring-time of fresh
Nor would an honour to an unworthy object! Must a heart that was for a loyal and true one." “I deny your premises, to wit, that Myra’s ment? Forbid it, every principle of rational
ness and bloom, from treachery or disappoint, affections are blighted, or that her heart is happiness, of true and purified enjoyment !", broken.” Why, surely she loved De Lancey?”
" But does not your doctrine, fair cousin, “ Yes, while she found him all that her fancy
tend to impair that faith in the constancy had painted.".
“And would you have her love again, ere one brief year has thrown oblivion over her ill-fated had lived.
* The people of the Court of Lorraine, where she passion ? Is such the constancy of woman's heart?"
+ The livery of Madame Royale, widow of Leopold V., Duc of Lorraine, and daughter of the
Duc of Orleans, in whose carriage Madame de * Dumonets.
Grafigny made half her journey to Cirey.
love which gives it ideal charms, and elevates it of supreme bliss with his adored wife, who faded into a worship?"
| gently and quietly from his side, like a che“ On the contrary, it rather vindicates the rished flower, exhaling the fragrance of her sentiment as too pure and holy to suffer from long and devoted love to surround him in the treachery and deceit; of too divine and imma- gentle affections of an only and most beautiful culate a nature to perish, when baffled, like daughter. baser passions.”
In such a death there was no shock; and " You argue well, Kate; but yet there is a the sadness caused by his bereavement was so charm in changeless love that still holds the sweetly mingled with the hope of a reunion imagination captive.”
hereafter, as to rob his grief of half its poig“And did I speak of true love as changeable, nancy. In Myra he beheld -- each lineament Charles? I only contended against the despotic and feature complete—the counterpart of her rule of what I think a false sentiment. The con- whose memory he adored; and, for his daughter, stancy of mutual love is beautiful and holy in he was content to live on, that he might guard my eyes; and where our affections have met a and shield her youth from care, and pluck, as full response in the sympathies of a congenial | far as might be, the thorns of disappointment heart, and especially where we have been blessed and sorrow from her future pathway. And now, with its long companionship, I hold a second as he sat at the open casement, ugh which love as great a sacrilege as yourself, though I the fresh morning air came, apparently intent will not deny that it may exist.”
on his book, his eye wandered ever and anon "Well, well, my sweet cousin, you and I will from the bright flowers without to the brighter not quarrel about love, nor pretty Myra Bell being within, who glided noiselessly about the either, for whom I wish a bright and happy fate. room, occupied with her domestic affairs, and But see, John has brought the horses round. unconscious of the thoughtful attention which Shall we take our gallop as usual? I promise was bestowed upon her. It was not without not to cast one wistful glance at Myra Bell's uneasiness that Adam Bell noticed an air of handsome cottage as we pass,” said Charles, pre-occupation, and almost sadness, in his sweet with a playful emphasis.
daughter, and a keen pang shot through his "Out upon you, Mr. Impudence !" replied heart as he heard the half-smothered sigh which bis cousin, blushing slightly, and tapping him escaped her. with her whip, for she was equipped for the “ Come here, Myra,” said he," and see how ride. “What wonderful magic, think you, there your favourite rose-tree has revived from last lies in your glances ?”
night's shower." Leaving the cousins to their morning ride, Awakening from the rather unpleasant reverie and to renew their edifying discussion if they which had been gradually stealing over her, with pleased, we will look into as lovely a little cot- scarce an effort, Myra dispelled the shadows tage as was ever the abode of innocence, peace, from her brow, and, her face beaming with and happiness.
affection, placed herself on a low stooi at her In a neatly furnished apartment, from which, father's feet. through the latticed casement, you might look “Oh, how beautiful!" she exclaiined. “I did out on the prettiest imaginable little flower gar- not think my poor rose-bush would bloom again den, were two persons: the one a man advanced this summer. in years, of mild, calm, and dignified appearance, Blight or bloom upon the flower, or the whose broad, intellectual brow was unwrinkled, human heart, are His, who ever deals gently save by the lines of thought, and the lustre of with the tenderest,” said the old man, revewhose dark eye was undimmed, though the rently. snows of winter were fast covering his fine classic “ I feel it, my father," answered his daughter, head, Adam Bell was a scholar, and somewhat gazing fondly in his face with tearful eyes, blue of a dreamer, yet withal a very deep philosopher. as the violet whose perfume they enjoyed. The vanities of earth he despised, while he che- “ And yet, Myra, you are sad. Are you sure rished with assiduous care those gentle senti- there is no drop of bitterness left in that young ments, true feelings, and noble sympathies which heart to rankle hereafter?” minister to the peace and happiness of the heart “ Quite sure, dear father ; although some far more surely than the false excitement of sadness is natural to the heart which finds its pleasure and ambition. In early life he had ideal destroyed. And yet I think no more of married happily, prospered in the world, and him.” enjoyed those flattering promises of the future Say not its ideal destroyed, but its idol a with which Fortune so often tempts us to essay false one, my child. That mental standard of the perilous " heights where Fame's proud tem- perfection which we set up as the model of all ple lies;” but reverses and disappointments soon that is worthy and noble in human character, taught him their lesson. The loss of fortune, and which we call our ideal, is formed rather by and the ill health of his beloved companion, in- our own sentiments and feelings than from any duced him to retire, not a soured misanthrope, experience or example of human nature which but a sobered philosopher, from the pomps and is before us; yet it is the very foundation of all vanities of the world. Husbanding his remaining our respect or admiration for our fellow-beings, tesources, he purchased the quiet cottage where the key to love and friendship, and sad is the he now resided, and where he had enjoyed years heart whose ideal is destroyed! But, my dear
Myra," continued the fond parent, somewhat His person was even more attractive than his more playfully, “if not of him-the base, the demeanour, for he possessed the highest order worthless-of whom was my daughter thinking of masculine beauty. A broad and prominent so pensively, almost sadly?"
forehead, somewhat narrower, however, at the There was perfect confidence between the temples than was consistent with perfect symfather and daughter; yet the eyes of Myra metry, around which curled, in short natural drooped an instant, and the rich colour suffused ringlets, his rich and glossy brown hair; dark her face ; such is the sensibility of a pure young blue eyes, of sparkling brilliancy, in which only heart to the exposure of its feelings, even to the the practised regard of a physiognomist could eye of affection.
have detected the wavering, vacillating glance Nay, I did not mean to startle or grieve which denoted fickleness of purpose; a mouth you;
you cannot suppose, my own darling, indicative of firmness as well as great sensibility, that, in aught which touches your bappiness, but the character of which also expressed great my eyes slumber. There, that blush has an- voluptuousness, especially in connection with swered me; and I may give Harry Layton a bis rather fleshy and projecting chin; and a nose favourable answer,” said Adam Bell, bending to slightly aquiline, with finely curved nostrils, caress the beautiful head that rested on his lap. made up a face unusually prepossessing. De
At this moment the sound of horses' feet was Lancey had been educated with high sentinents heard in the avenue that led from the high road, of honour, and would have reprobated deceit and and the bark of Myra’s little spaniel, who was treachery as soon as any one; but, with many a basking in the sunshine on the front verandah, great and noble quality, he was beset with the announced early visitors.
weaknesses of pride and vanity, and their almost “ Come, my love, there is your friend Kate. inseparable concomitant, changeableness of purI saw her pass, in company with her cousin, pose; for, where they demand a sacrifice, strong half-an-hour since, and doubtless she is coming must be the mind and firm the heart which to pay you a morning call. Hie to your cham- refuses it. ber, and smooth down those troubled thoughts, Such was he who won the first regards of while I receive them.'
Myra Bell. Upon the guileless nature of her It was, indeed, Kate and Charles ; the former father, who, with all his experience, could never having remembered, during their ride, that she learn suspicion, the frank, free manners, and had not yet invited Myra to a fête which was pleasing exterior of the youth had early made an to be given the next week on the occasion of impression which paved the way to unrestrained her birth-day. She therefore insisted upon her social intercourse, and thus gave him the opporcousin accompanying her, “even at the risk,” tunity of enjoying much of Myra's society. It she said, in playful badinage, "of exposing was not vanity alone which made Rupert her poor little Myra to the dangerous glances of admirer, or induced him to seek her heart: no such a wonderful lady-killer."
one, with a touch of gentle feeling at his heart, They were received with a dignified courtesy could have witnessed unmoved her expanding and kind welcome by Adam Bell, which Charles beauties of mind and person. Nor was it the afterwards declared to exhibit the most distin- mere fascination of the eye, nor the graceful guished demeanour he ever met with ; and in a flatteries of his constant homage, which charmed few minutes Myra appeared, blooming as one of Myra; her esteem was won through her father's her own beautiful roses, to greet her friend and incautious praise; and although no formal ento receive Charles, without the slightest embar- gagement existed between them, yet their future rassment.
union was looked on as a matter of course, not The invitation was given, and, after a glance at only by Myra's father, but by friends and acher father, who signified his approval, accepted quaintances, and even the relations of Rupert, by Myra; and, after spending an hour very who, though not altogether satisfied with the pleasantly, the cousins took their departure. match, offered no opposition.
In the evening Harry Layton came, conferred The awakening of Myra Bell from her first a few moments with Adam Bell in his library, dream of love was sad and bitter, indeed; but and then, in company with him, joined Myra in less painful and enduring was the blight that the parlour, the happiest of men. The old man, fell upon her heart under the strengthening inwith his book, soon drew off to his corner, and fluence of her father's wise, Christian phileft the young lovers to that elysium which they losophy, and gentle, soothing counsels. The who have once felt it know beggars all de- desertion of Rupert de Lancey, like his wooing, scription.
was not so pointed as to leave him without a plausible defence of his conduct, and would not
have afforded even the watchful father an exCHAP. II.
cuse to tax him with his treachery, but for the Rupert de Lancey was a young man of good occasion of some light raillery on the part of his birth, ample fortune, and considerable intellect. gay companions, to which, in a fit of pique and Though proud and ambitious, he possessed vanity, he replied scornfully, “What, the old courteous and affable manners, which won him book-worm's rustic daughter? She is no bride more regard than his character really deserved, for Rupert de Lancey !" and made him, where no occasion forced the It is true he was ashamed of such unbecoming display of his real nature, a universal favourite. language almost as soon as he uttered it; but, if
he repented, he could not forego the treacherous “ Peace, sir! There is no sacrifice that would purpose at his heart. Another passion had be accepted. My daughter would scorn your taken possession of his soul : his vanity and his hand now as I do your character; and, for myambition had both been excited, and he was self, I would sooner lay her young head in the ready to sacrifice faith, and truth, and love, such grave than consign her to the arms of a villain, as he was capable of feeling, upon their altar, whose smooth brow and oily tongue conceal so even though he crushed the life out of that base and lying a heart !" gentle heart which had trusted its happiness to “Sir !” exclaimed De Lancey, in a fierce pasits keeping. And what was the cause of this sion, for the taunt stung him to the quick. “But change? The arrival of Kate Welden, a beauty, for your age-" an heiress, and a distinguished belle, at the Peace, again I say, fool! It is not my age, mansion of her uncle, Colonel Warren, of Oak but conscious guilt, that paralyzes your heart. Lawn.
Yet go! I would not forget that I am a ChrisKate was an orphan, and had resided since tian as well as a father. Adam Bell despises the death of her parents, with her guardian in and forgives you, and his daughter will do the the city; but, on the occasion of that gentleman same.” and his family taking a foreign tour, she ac- Rupert de Lancey did not linger, and for a cepted the invitation of her uncle, Colonel War- long time the bitterness of that interview, to ren, to make his house her home, as she did not which were truly added the pangs of conscience, wish to accompany them. She was just of age, wrung his heart. and there were of course no objections on the Poor Myra! the cloud which obscured the part of the former guardian ; and, turning over fair horizon of her hopes was dark indeed, and to her the immense estate he had managed the night of her despair, if brief, was full of honourably and well, and of which she ap- agony; but, thanks to him who educated her pointed her uncle her agent, he resigned bis heart in a truer school of philosophy than is charge.
taught by idle romance, and to Him who “temFame heralded the advent of the heiress, and pers the wind to the shorn lamb," the cup of among the most eager to lay his homage at her bitterness passed from her; and the false light feet was Rupert de Lancey. His vanity had she had worshipped faded from her vision, which always led him to wish to be first among his became calmer and clearer from the storm that coinpanions, and he could not bear the thought had broken over her. It was at this period that that so brilliant a prize should fall to another. she met Harry Layton, and the mysterious Perhaps even his admiration for Myra was not growth of true love sprung at once in her heart, free from this governing sentiment; for she was whose best affections seemed of late blighted and certainly the belle of the neighbourhood before withered. It was long before Myra would acKate Welden came, and many still thought her knowledge to herself the interest he inspired, title to that distinction unimpaired. The two and she trembled at her own emotions as she young ladies, however, instead of experiencing asked herself the nature of that interest. Notfeelings of rivalship, became fast and affectionate withstanding the precepts of her father, slie friends.
shrunk from what almost appeared the sacrilege from the time when Rupert made the un- of second love, and that so soon after the deep generous and ungentlemanly speech about Myra, disappointment of her first choice. But all her as if conscious that his own baseness was known doubts were soon resolved; and when Harry to her, he ceased his usual visits; and, the re- poured forth, in the genuine eloquence of true mark coming to the ears of Adam Bell, the old feeling, the story of his devotion, how different man sought an interview, from which De Lan- seemed his language, how much more sincere cey would sain have shrunk, if he dared. The and manly, than the strained compliments and conduct of the father on that painful occasion sugared flatteries with which Rupert de Lancey was calm, dignified, and open; while that of the had amused her young fancy! And with the recreant lover was full of prevarication and shuf- thought of him came a sinking of the heart fling, though his language was plausible and she had never before felt. "Would Harry respectful.
Layton, so good and noble himself, be con“ Young man, you say there was no positive tent to take her affections second-hand from engagement between yourself and my daughter. such a source ?" No, no, Harry!” she said, 'This, perhaps, is true; but when you tell me and tears almost choked her utterance; “ you you never sought her affections under the guise could not value a heart that had already loved of love, that you never taught her to look upon and been scorned.”. you in any other light than that of a very dear “Never, Myra, did you truly love that base, friend, you utter a falsehood which your own unmanly wretch! Fear not; I know all. It conscience condems."
was only your fancy which his facile address "Most happy would I be, sir, to make any captivated; your heart was untouched, save sacrifice which would convince you of my truth, with devotion for its own ideal, which for a moor contribute to your daughter's peace of mind, ment he seemed to fill. Fear not, dear Myra ; which I regret that one so worthless as I should be but mine, and you shall soon learn of me that have injured, however unintentionally,” said you never truly loved him.” Rupert, in a slight tone of mockery. * And, as
The lesson was a pleasant one both to master for the idle words I uttered—”
and pupil, fulfilling the former's proinise indeed.