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void upon his departure. Her voice own family, above all, the very last to no longer trilled so lightly-her smile whom such a confidence could be was less bright and less frequent—and made—the consciousness, perhaps, she lost, in great measure, that ha- that her affections were bestowed in a bit of springing forward with the elas- manner the world would condemntic bound of a deer, which had been these feelings within, and without, the with her a peculiar characteristic. In constant urging, sometimes almost viall she did, in all she thought, she olent, but for the most part excessive felt that her heart was far away with only in fondness, of her father-the Everard Delaval.

persuasions, kindly meant and kindly Such being the case, my readers made, of her sisters—and, above all, will doubtless be surprised when they the ceaseless remonstrances of her learn that on Midsummer-day, two friend, her half-confidence in whom years after his departure, the old hall had given such power over her—and at Arlescot was prepared for high fes- she never spoke, nor would hear Emtival, and that the festival was the meline speak, openly on the subject, marriage of the Lady Emmeline with but was ever giving dark hints, and, the eldest son of the Lord De Vere, at the most painful moments, causing the richest and most powerful man of her to tremble for her secret,-subthe county in which Arlescot stood. ject to a situation such as this, is it to It was to take place in the chapel at be wondered at if the fortitude of the noon. And was she then fickle ?, unhappy girl sank under it at last, and Had she forgotten the first affections that, with despair and agony in her of her youth, and all that they had soul, she consented to become the caused her to feel, and, above all, all bride of Lord De Vere's son ? that he, towards whom they were di The hour was come : the old chapel rected, had felt ?-Far from it. She was garlanded with flowers, and all the still looked back with bitter, bitter peasant-girls of the country around regret to all the hopes of past years, scattered roses for the bride to walk she shed heart-scalding tears over upon as she approached the altar. their utter extinction. What then Emmeline Meynell was a very differcaused her to act thus ?-Simply, the ent being at this moment from what constant, ceaseless entreaties of her she was when I first introduced her to father, and all who surrounded her, my readers. Her countenance was and a want of boldness and firmness still most expressive—but its expresto avow aloud that she loved another, sion was that of calm, subdued agony. and who that other was. These mo- The aspect of springing wit and irretives may appear too feeble to operate pressible buoyancy of temperament such an effect :-alas ! I am certain was extinct—utterly. A sunken that many and many who read these cheek, and an eye of which the glassy pages will draw a long sigh as they absence of active expression spoke repeat to themselves their knowledge perhaps more than all else the sense of how true they are! The history of suffering—such were now the chaof this poor girl's heart during the racteristics of that face whose brileighteen months that she had under- liancy and beautiful life and motion gone the persecution—for though aris- had been so irresistibly enchanting. ing from the kindest motives, such in The contrast of a rich and vivid spirit truth it was-which had led to the of this description, with the despairpresent issue, is, I am confident, what ing prostration into which it is so many a lady of our own time, who apt to fall under misfortune, is one of seems prosperous and happy in the the most awfully painful pictures of eyes of the world, would recognize as human misery that it is possible to her own. Her lover far, far away, contemplate. no one near from whom she could seek The bridal party approached the consolation, advice, or support-her altar. Sir Richard, habited with due

splendor, seemed the gayest of the gave utterance.

The frantic energy group; for the sisters of the bride of the moment overcame his physical could not be blind to the fact that, imperfection—but his total ignorance from whatever hid den cause, the match of spoken language caused what he was distasteful to her, and their coun- did speak scarcely, if at all, to approach tenances wore an expression of anxi- the form of words. The terrible yell ety at least, mingled with sympathy which burst from him struck every for their sister's suffering, which now heart with awe and horror. Emmewas becoming at every instant more line, the first to recognise him, forgetapparent ; and the bridegroom natu- ful of all save him, sprang towards rally was little pleased with the reluc- him—but as he opened his arms to retance of his bride assuming so visible ceive her in his embrace, he staggered a shape. Still the ceremony was pro- under her weight, and fell backwards ceeding, when a loud noise was heard upon the

When they raisat the entrance of the chapel-anded them, they found them both coverThe Page rushed in, his dress disor- ed with gore. The crisis had been dered, his face Aushed, his eyes blaz- too much for Everard--a blooding, and, rushing towards the altar, vessel had burst-and he was dead. he attempted to utter some few words. The fate of Emmeline, alas! scarce-The sound which at that instant issu- ly needs the telling. Hearts that have ed from his lips was probably the most received such wounds as did hers, neawful to which human organs ever

ver long survive.




“ Many things answered me.”—MANFRED.

I go, I go !-And must mine image fade And Memory answer'd me :-“Wild wish From the green spots wherein my child

and vain! hood play'd,

I have no hues the lovliest to detain By my own streams?

In the heart's core : Must my life part from each familiar place, The place they held in bosoms all their own, As a bird's song, that leaves the woods nó Soon with new shadows fill'd, new flowers trace

o'ergrown, Of its lone themes ?

Is theirs no more !" Will the friend pass my dwelling, and forget Hast thou such power, O Love?—And Love The welcomes there, the hours when we replied, have met

“ It is not mine !-Pour out thy soul's full In grief or glee?

tide All the sweet counsel, the communion high, Of hope and trust, The kindly words of trust, in days gone by, Prayer, tear, devotedness, that boon to gain, Pour à full and free?

"Tis but to write, with the heart's fiery rain,

Wild words on dust!" A boon, a talisman, O Memory! give, To shrine my name in hearts where I would Song ! is the gift with thee?-I ask a lay, live

Soft, fervent, deep, that will not pass away For evermore!

From the still breast; Bid the wind speak of me, where I have Filld with a tone-oh! not for deathless dwelt,

fame, Bid the stream's voice, of all my soul hath But a sweet haunting murmur of my name felt,

Where it would rest ! A thought restore !

And Song made answer : " It is not in me, In the rich rose, whose bloom I loved so well, Though call'd immortal—though my power In the dim brooding violet of the dell, Set deep that thought !

All but divine : And let the sunset's melancholy glow, A place of lonely brightness I can give ;And let the spring's first whisper, faint and A changeless one, where thou with Love low,

would'st live, With me be fraught!

This is not mine!"

may be

Death, Death! wilt thou the restless wish Then did my soul in lone faint sadness fulfil ?

die, - And Death, the strong one, spoke :- I As from all Nature's voices one reply, can but still

But one, was given : Each vain regret:

“ Earth has no heart, fond dreamer! with a What if forgotten? All thy soul would crave, tone, Thou too, within the mantle of the grave, To give thee back the spirit of thine owoWilt soon forget."

Seek it in heaven!"




My pretty little Puss, it is high reasoned clearly than you time that I should pay a just tribute do! to your merits. We often talk of peo You forget the past-you dream not ple who do not esteem you; therefore, of the future ; but you turn the prewhy should I blush to give publicity sent to account. Time flies not with to your perfection?

you, but stands still, and all your moYou are exceedingly well made; ments appear but as one. You know your fur boasts of the delicate varie- that your muscles will give action to ties of the tiger; your eyes are lively your limbs, and you know no other and pleasing ; your velvet coat and cause of your existence, than existtail are of enviable beauty ; and your ence itself. My dear Cat, you are a agility, gracefulness, and docility are, profound materialist ! indeed, the admiration of all who be You Aatter the master who caresses hold you! Your moral qualities are you, you lick the hand that seeds you, not less estimable ; and we will at- you fly from a larger animal than tempt to recapitulate them.

yourself, whilst you unsparingly prey In the first place, you love me dear on the smaller ones. My dear Cat, ly, or at least you load me with ca- you are a profound politician ! resses ; unless, like the rest of the You live peaceably with the dog, world, you love for yourself's who is your messmate ; in gratitude sake. I know well that you like to me, you regulate your reception, me less than a slice of mutton, or good or bad, of all the animals under the leg of a fowl, but that is very my roof ; thus, you raise your claw simple ; I am your master, and a leg against such as you imagine mine of mutton is as good again as one enemies, while you prick up your master, twice as good as two mas tail at the sight of my friends. ters, &c.

My dear Cat, you are a profound moYou possess great sense, and good ralist ! sense too, for you have precisely such When you promenade your graceful as is most useful to you; and every limbs upon a roof, on the edge of a other kind of knowledge would make casement, or in some situation equally you appear foolish.

perilous, you show your dexterity in Nature has given you nails, which opposing the bulk of your body to the men unpolitely call claws; they are danger. Your muscles extend or readmirably constructed, and well jointed lax themselves with judgment, and in a membrane, which is extended or you enjoy security where other anidrawn up like the fingers of a glove ; mals would be petrified with fear. and at pleasure it becomes a terrific My dear Cat, you perfectly understand claw, or a paw of velvet.

the laws of gravity ! You understand the physical laws of If through inadvertence, blundering good and evil. A cat who strangles or haste, you lose your support or another will not be more culpable than hold, then you are admirable ; you a man who kills his fellow man. My bend yourself in raising your back, dear Cat, the great Hobbes never and carry the centre of gravity to

wards the umbilical region, by which pleases you, when you roll yourself on means you fall on your feet. My it, and testify your joy by a thousand dear Cat, you are an excellent natural other gambols ; you know also the philosopher !

several grasses, and their medicinal If you travel in darkness, you ex effects on your frame. My dear Cat, pand the pupil of your eye, which, in you are an excellent botanist ! forming a perfect circle, describes a Your voice merits no less eulogium ; larger surface, and collects the greater for few animals have one so modulatpart of the luminous rays which are ed. The rhyming purr of satisfaction, scattered in the atmosphere. When the fawning accents of appeal, the viyou appear in daylight, your pupil gorous bursts of passion, and innumetakes an elliptic form, diminishes, and rable diatonic varieties, proceed from receives only a portion of these rays, your larynx, according to the order of an excess of which would injure your nature. My dear Cat, you are a draretina. My dear Cat, you are a per matic musician! fect optician!

In your amusements, you prefer When you wish to descend a preci- pantomime to dialogue ; and you negpice, you calculate the distance of the lect the pen to study the picture. But solid points with astonishing accuracy. then what agility ! what dancing ! In the first place, you dangle your what cross-capers ! The difficulty legs as if to measure the space, which never impairs the grace of the feat. you divide in your judgment, by the Oh, my dear Cat! you are a delightmotions of your feet; then you throw ful dancer! yourself exactly upon the wished-for Lastly, my dear Puss, show me a spot, the distance to which you have man who possesses as many kinds of compared with the effect on your mus knowledge as you do, and I will procles. My dear Cat, you are a skilful claim him a living cyclopædia, or congeometrician!

centration of human wisdom. But, When you wander in the country, what do I see? I am praising you, you examine plants with judicious nice- and you are fast asleep! This is cety; you soon select that kind which still greater philosophy.


Are not these woods
More free from peril, than the envious court?
And this our life, exempt from public haunt,
Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks,
Sermons in stones, and good in every thing!

I would not change it."-SHAKSPEARE. The study of astronomy, almost at subjected to continual visible changes, the first step, plunges the mind into like man himself; things that he sees the infinitudes of time and space; for grow, flourish, and decay ; appearing who that is mortal can calculate the even as bis contemporaries in life and “ generations of the starry heavens ?” dissolution. Though he may seldom It carries the mind of man far beyond witness all these mutations in any sinthe sublunary sphere in which he gle object of his notice, still be sees abides; and, we may aptly say, mixes them happen to some of the species ; his thoughts with the high objects of and that is sufficient to make him feel angels' ken.

its fellowship with his transitory huBut there is a contemplation also man nature. connected with elevating thoughts, One of these occasions of bosom that yet keeps the mind more at home speaking meditations is to be found in in its earthly sojourn : I mean objects walking amongst our country's old


woods. We there turn our eyes upon soul,” with the memories of the fallvenerable trees, that have been coéval en minister of Henry Tudor. Shakwith our ancestors of ages back; and speare's gifted eye beheld, through the we look up to the thriving branches of backward avenue of time, that statesothers, which our own hands have plant- man ed. I need not expatiate on the thoughts

touch the highest point of all his greatwhich will suggest themselves to every reflective mind, when gazing on ei. And, from that full meridian of his glory, ther object; they connect it, at that Haste to his setting !" moment, with generations gone down

Under this tree, now more than to the grave; with a progressive pos- three hundred years ago, that same terity yet unborn. When those young proud Cardinal, then flourishing in all firs, smooth and green, are become his full-blown honors, may have walkrough, dark, and sternly bent to the ed, smiling, by the side of his secretablast of two or three centuries, what ry Cromwell, and pointed, exultingly, may be the risen fortunes, or the de- to the princely gift he had bestowed pressed destinies of the sons or daugh- upon the loftiest monarch in Europe. ters of your line ? or, when that slimn And under this tree, hardly ten years oakling, you might now snap between afterwards, he may have leaned his your fingers, like an osier twig, has failing strength upon the arm of his become a father of the forest—where secretary, and in the agony of a dismay then be the name, nay, the very graced favorite, exclaimedexistence of your race ? All may be " Oh! Cromwell! swept away ; to the world, extinct. Had I but served my God with half the zeal Winter sears the unperishing leaf, I served my King, he would not, in mine age,

llave left me naked to mine enemies !" spring renews its freshness; years, centuries, roll on, and still the noble The age of the tree referred to was tree is found in its place ; while men estimated by a friend at the time I -men who sat merry-making under went to see it, at six hundred years at its branches, are gone, vanished-for- least; and even now there is no apgotten, as if they had never been !

pearance of decay in any part of it.These musings were suggested late- It is a particularly broad tree, rather ly, in an evening stroll through a short in the trunk, with widely extendwoodland part of the long celebrated ing ramifications, and of an abundant park of Esher Place. The muse of foliage. The sight of this fine old Pope, and of Thomson, have given it oak, and the memory of the times it to poetic fame; but the reverse of recalled, led to the subject of the lonfortune which befel the great Cardinal gevity of trees in general; their apWolsey, who resided here after he had pearances when at maturity and in deinade a present of Hampton Court to cay : and my friend (who owns a nohis sovereign, has endowed this spot ble estate in Warwickshire, and with a peculiar interest, more pene- whose genealogical tree might compete trating than all the charms of the most with that of any family in England, exquisite descriptive poetry. Shak- for antiquity of descent and worth of speare's divine genius has indeed stock !) showed himself so much masinade the muse and the moral speak ter of the history of the sylvan world, the same language. For it is impos- that I had only to listen, to be imsible to stand under the shade of Esh- pressed with increasing admiration of er's ancient oak, looking down into that branch of the beautiful garniture the green valley upon the sole remain- of our globe. And when I looked up ing tower of Wolsey's orertopping to the lofty-headed woods on the greatness, without associating the heights, and traced their deeply-struck cherished image of our noble bard, roots in the valleys, I almost ceased ta the oracle of nature, the “ beloved marvel, that the years of their growth, companion of every Englishman's from the acorn in the earth, to the

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