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Soon lifter peace had begun to shed her
benign influence over the European world,
and the British Lion reposed in glorious
ease after the toil of a thousand battles, the
'principal cit es of the empire—especially
L 'whin. Dublin and Edinburg—iwarmed
with military men of all ranks, either:re
tired from the service. or takin4 their pie
rem or leave of absence. Great numbers of
these exhibited in mnebstable proofs of hard
service, in the loss of legs, arms, or eyes.
left on the different battle fields which have
crowned our annuls with such imperishable
glory; but it must be d 'rife:Pied that here
and there these honorable souvenirs were
isounterfeite I by persons unconnected with
the army, to gratify some childish vanity,
or to serve some base and dishonest pus-
pose
Dahlia was at that time, comparatively
speak.ng. n tl city; fir the Union
was .olly fifteen years old, and its peuuliat
advantages had not fully developed them
selves. Saukville Street was then a brilliant
and fashionable promenade; and there, in a
particularly handsome shop, Mr. John
Brown had recently established himself as
jeweller and silversmith; a em art little talk
ative man, very anxious to pick up Gusto
rners amongst the aristocracy, and to scrape
an acquaintance even fur acquaintance sake.
with everything di.stingne, especially in the
military world.
On • fine summer morning a very elegant
looking person entered Mr. Brown's shop;
attended by a fomman in splendid livery.
who Ilieplayed all that graceful tact and sell
possession peculiar to the domestics of very
great people. The master was a very mar
tial looking figure, attired in the very
qaintessen,:e milatary mufti his deep blue
sourtout braided and frogged with exquisite
taste, while his snow•white trousers, highly
polished boots and cavalry spurs, gave a
finish to the tout ensemble which was al
together irresistible.
S # at le o+r, thought John Brawn, for he
dittoed up to the stranger in one of those
graceful steps which he had studied under
M. Puipas, when qualifying himself to pop
the question to the accomplished young
lady who afterwards became Mrs. Brown.
With his most elaborate bow, the little jew
•eller (offered a chair to his anticipated cos•
turner—who, he then first perceived, had lost
both his arms, apparently on service, his
coat sleeves being empty, and looped up in
front to one of hi+ buttons: a circumstance
that made him infinitely more intereiging
than he otherwise would have been in the
opinion of John Brown.''
"Mr. —aw—Brown," said the straliger,
sinking with graceful lassitude into the prof•
fered chair, "I am desirous of looking nt
some plate —n small service, sufficient to
dine a dozen or so—but of the most recher
che pattern, if you plea.e—aav Mr. Brown."
"Certainly, sir—with a great deal of pleas
ure, sir?" said the delighted silrerstnith. as
he directed two of his smartest shopm en to
display the required articles on his highly
polished mahogany counter; descanting elo
quently on the taste, fashion, and moltuan
ship of each, as Ile gracefully hold forth its
elegant form to his admiring customer.
"This, sir." said John Brown. holding up
a richly-chased epergne ofielahorate design
and faultless execution; "this is the identi
cal pattern selected by V•ce Lord Lieuten
ant—."
"Ah, true?" the stranger interrupting
him with a bland smile; "so it is, Mr. —aw
—Brown, I remarked it yesterday at his ex
cellency's table; and on enquiry some of the
castle people did, in fact,, tell me it was fur
nished by you; which—mw—has induced
me to come here, in preference to Smith
and Bradford's where I was orignally rec
ommended to go for my plate."
John Brown was profuse in bows and
■miles and grateful thanks.to "the Castle
people," for having Sent him Pm amiable a
customer, who must, he conceived, hold
Nome high office in the vice-regal establish
ment, he even ventured to throw out a hint
to that effect.
"Ahl—ohf—ye4l" Mal the atranger, in a
tone of happy indifference. "The Castle
Staft—Comptrolle.-General of Private Dis
bareementai"
: John Brown hag never heard of this title
before, but the daily creation of new places
was then so notorious in Ireland, that the
circumstance occasioned no surprise in his
unsuspecting mind.
"Quite a new (Ace sir!" observed John
Brown, smirking and rubbing his hands,
with a smile intensely obsequious,.
"Just so. Mr.—aw Brown!" coldly respan=
ded the stranger. "Made expressly for me;
in fact, by my friend, the Mane Secretary!"
Fervently did John Brown bless his stars
fur having sent him a customer of so exalted
a station as to be intrusted with the control
of those private disbursements, a fair por
tion of which he hims.tlf might hencefor
ward look upon as his own. Ile therefore
exerted himself so effectually to gratify the
wishes of the distinguished stranger, that
he finally succeeded in selling him a very
handsome service of plate, sufficient to dine
a dozen or so, and precisely of his excellency's
pattern.
EIECI
[IEI
'the bill having been made out, and a lib
eral discount deducted by prompt payment
—such being the declared intention of the
parchaser—the latter desired his footman
to put his hand into his side pocket, and
draw from thence his pocket book, which
contained the said notes for considerable
more than the amount required.
The footman accordingly• searched hi+
mater's side pocket; but the book was not
to be Nona.
"Try my other pockets Richard!" said
the stranger, "It must, of course, be in one
of them!"
"No, sir John," replied the footman, after
tryim, all tho packets; "I can't find it any
whore."
-Deuce take it," exclaimed Sir John, with
an air of amiable iaxtmc!•rrtce; ••I mti , t then
hixe left it on his excellency's lihrary table.
fo• I cams hero direct from the Castle."
"Pray. S r John." briskly nterposed the
silversmith, with his most iusittuatiug smite.
Puny don't trouble your+elf any further 0a
the subject, I shall do myself the honor 01
sending the plate to the Castle. and you
can pay the little amount to the messeutzer:
or indeed to-m•urrow, or sumo other day es
it war suit your coat enieutte."
"No, no, Mr.—my—Brown!" said the
e'ran,ger, with a look of iotenhe dignity; "I
cannot think of comma , cing with you in
that manner. Let me see! Onl—ahl
Richard. you shall go home for the money.
;tad I'll wait here till your return."
"I bag a thousand pardons, sir John!"
cried Brown, in a bll.tle, shocked at being
the innocent Ca 11. 1 ,1 of no much inconveni-
GM
"Mike no apology my dear sir," returned
the stranger, with a winning smile. "My
time is not very valuable to-day. Begides,
Mr. Brown, I dare say you can give me
some useful hints on a variety of subject,.
connected With this country. and of which.
as a stranger. 1 am neces-arily ignorant."
Time delighted John Brown expressed hi
eadinsss to serve his new customer in any
way; was highly honored with the cm&
deuce thus reposed in him; would do his
best posAble, &c.
-Now, Mr. Brown," said the stranger,
graciously acknorcladgiog these proffered
services, "in the first place, will you be good
enough to write a note for me?" adding,
with a melancholy smile, "unfortunately,
as you see, I cannot do it for myself."
"Certainly, sir—with a great deal of plea
sure, Sir John," returned the loquacious
ail% ersatith. "I am sorry to perceive, sir.
as you say; but you have been in some hot
work sir, VI: eng.tge you have seen some
wigs on the green."
"Wigs on the green," exclaimed the ele
gant stranger, with a very cold, aristocrati
cal stare.
"Beg pardon, sir," Mr. Brown, when he
inC4lOll3 conscious of his vulgarity. , "Tie
our Irish tactile of expression, sir, when we
speak of a row, or a skrimmage. I dare
say you have been in many vtal/Images, Sir
John—may I make so bold as to ask—ahem
—where you lust—hem—ahem"
'One at Salamanca." replied the stranger
with military nonchalance; the other nt
Waterloo; and now for business. Do me
the favor, Mr. Brown, to write a note to la
dy Oct:olio—that is. my wife."
"Certainly, Sir John," said the complai
sant silversmith; "with a great deal of plea
sure. Charming name, sir, Cecelia; 'tie my
wife's name also, sir."
"Very po-sible, sir," raid the stranger, in
a tone of frigid indifference.
"Fact. sir, I assure you," continued the
communicative John Brown. "eftslie o'-
Driscoll, sir—a distant relative of the O'Dris
colls of Formateah, sir—a very ancient fain
ily, sir, descended from the old Kings of
Ulster."
"Oh, true," observed the stranger, with
smile. "You Irish gentlemen are so fond
of quoting your pedigrees."
Inexpressibly flattered nt being classed
by so distingue a person in the category of
"Irish gentlemen," John Brown, chuckled,
and rubbed his hands in high glee.
"Now then, begin sir, if you please," said
the stranger "My dear Cecy."
' Just so," soliloquized John Brown, as
he wrote the word+—•'apart for Cecilia: I
generally do so myself."
"My dear Cony," continued the stranger
as Mr. Brown wrote from his dictation; "I
have a pressing occasion for some cash: there
fore send me by the hearer, without delay,
the money box from the cabinet in the back
parlor.
Yours ever,
"Just eo," said the silversmith, as he fin
ished writing; those are my initiak. also.
John Brown is my name, sir, as you will
perceive by the brass window-plates."
"And mine." respon•lMd the stranger.
drawing hie self up with aristocratical hea
ter, "is De Beauvoir—Sir John Da Beauvoir,
of the Life Guards."
"NO ENTERTAINMENT IS SO CHEAP AS READING, NOR ANY PLEASURE SO LASTING."
COLUMBIA, PENNSYLVANIA. SATURDAY A
This announcement finally completed the
rapture of thesilversmith in whose:linguine
imngination now floated visionary orders ;
ad infinittim, viceregal services, and mess•
plate for Life Guards i.nd Lancers, through
the kind intervention of his new friond, the
Comptroller-General of Private Disburse
ments. IVith a joyfully agitated hand he
folded the letter, and, in the Ceuta:don of the
moment, sealed it with his own seal, as lie
begged to know how he should address. it.
"You need not give yourself that trouble:"
said Sir John; "it i+ quite unnecessary, as
it goes hy m handl Richard, ta,e that note
to your mistress at the Castle, and bring toe
the money box with as little delay as pos
sible:"
The footman accordingly departed with
the note, and Sir John entered into friendly
chat with Mr. Brown in the interim, on all
the ordinary topics of the day; the Jecent
war, the last Curragli Meeting, the forth
conuing vice-regal ball, the approaching
general election, the state of parties, &c.,
until, all these faithful subjects being ex
hausted, Sir John be,r,an hi yawn, and won
der what could detain his servant. Then
lie began to 'pieh,' and fidget, and grow tes
ty.
"Ludy Cecilia must certainly have gone
out with the %ice-regal party to the Phenix
Park!" observed Sir John; "but Richard!
duce take the l..)itilty! Hu should have come
Duck arid told me so. plrtionlarly as he
know. I lace all stppohitatent Ivith the
Lord Lenteattat, which I cannot conveiii
chtly lire kr
Ity,.wit maid and did all he could to
s.msnhe the iotpatience of his new patron;
and in this ho succee lel for sine time, by
tier-e great a.uav,,•rsatiowd talents on which
he particularly prided himself, desealiting,
aoth groat taste and delicacy. on the private
histories of the Castle, the Fuer Courts, and
the fifteen Acres. and lirsuriating on the
ancient glories ,if the O'Driscolls , in a strain
-1 eloquence that raised hint fifty per cent,
.11 least in his ewit estimation.
At letigth, however. the Comptroller-Gen
oral of Private Disbursements declared he
could not in common decency keep his exeel
leney waiting any longer. 110 therefore
wished Mr. Brown a good morning; assur
ing him, .titlt a sweetly-patronising smile.
that he would a n t o nly send him the money
fir the plate as soot as he got to the Castle'
but lie would also r.a•nmutend him warmly
to his numerous friend+, civil and in ilitary,
both in England and Ireland.
From Cape Clear to the Giant's Causeway
Ireland did Got contain it happier man than
John It-own, after his morning's work—
which he ungratefully ascribed lees to good
fortune than to his own excellent tact a n d
saran lute. For an hour or two he strut
ted backwards and forwards in his shop.
rubbin4 his Into 1+ in high glee, and crack
log jokes with his shopmen: hut, unable
any longer to confine his happdiest within
his own breast he ordered his buggy; and
drove to tho residedces of several of his
friends, to whom, in the fullness of his joy.
he related the transaction of the morning.
and all his glowing anticipations there
front
None of John Brown's friends had ever
befure heard of such an office as Cumptrol
ler•Gcneral of Private ashursesnente. But
this only confirmed Mr. Brown sutra strong
ly in the idea that he alone, of all the Dub
lin trade,men, was seloote.l for especial pa
tronage by that high fenetionary. Some,
it is trite, advise! him to be cautious in the
matter, and to make sure of pity+llollt, at
least for this first installment; while one.
who aspired to peculiar sagacity. sneered so
provokingly at the whole ;init., that John
Brown droppesl a hint of trotting him nut
some fine morning to the ••Fifteen Acres."
Having made his reond of visits., and
created, as he plainly perceived. a great
deal of envy ;it his sop•;rior g fortune,
our happy silversmith drove home to his
snug little box on the Circular Rom!. where
his fair hotpot eta receive! him with those
dimpling smiles—the husband's most de
lightful reward for all the cares and d.ua•
gers that so ince4santly besot his path in
this troublesome world.
As the fair hand of Mrs. Brown poured
out far her card apoai that "cup which
cheers. but not inebriates." and loads I his
Plate with eome delicious muffi is—toasted
and buttered by her nw.i ilelicAte lingers
he gladdened her heart with a relation of
his morning's adventure; in which he was
never tired of singing. ner she of echoing.
the praises of the "Comptroller-General of
Private Disbursements."
"Who know*, my dear," said John, "to
what the friendship of the great roan may
lead?"
"Ye., indeed, John," ndded hie wife
"you may get some government place your
self—"
"Fiddle-de-dee!" interrupted Mr. Brown,
snapping his finger. "That for your gov
ernment place! I look for much higher
things. I can assure you! What think you
now,"—here ho veiled and winked var.
mysterionsly—"what think you of being
jeweller to the crown?"
"Oh. Joha." cried Mrs Brown, gasping,
"You take my breath away. so you do."
"I'm for going it," cried John, "I always
was a go-ahead fellow. out the silver
altgether. after a few more good bargains,
and stick to the jewelry."
"That will be much genteeler," said his
1 wife, ••and more becoming the O'Driscols."
"To bo sure is will," responded Brown.—
J . B."
"Only think num my dear eeey. when I'm
kni'gbied by the Lord Lieutenant,"
••Oh deariJohn!" exclaimed the delight
ed spouse; ••du you really think it ever will
be?"
"Why not?" cried John, "didn't hia
grace, the Duke of BMland, knight that
fellow Baxter merely fur administering—
.-
g•ixter k such a vulgar wa
lnut., tw.," attgerved Cecelia.
"Ali:" said John, "you'll take the shine
out of her, when you drive up to the Lady
Lieutenant's drawing-room in your hand
some. elegant new conch."
—Not the buggy, John," said Cecilia,
with a look of determination.
••Fiddle+tick, buggy!" exclaimed John.
—You shall have the handsomest coach in
Lmg Acre: for I am determined to have
everything from L
carriages are low, vulgar things,"
said Mrs. Brown. '•I hate jingles and
jaunting cars. both inside and out."
"And then," continued John in the nride
of his heart, •'when the Castle porters
shunt out. •Sir John Brown's carriage stops
the way!'
"Won't it be delightful," cried the happy
wife, clapping her hands.
"And you, my dear." continued John,
"are announced by along file of footmen,
with swords and bag•wigs, as Lady Brown
"DearJonn," interrorted his wife, could
o't we make it Ludy Cr Drise•dl Brown or
ly 1301111 d 90
mile!' better, you know."
"Weill, my dear," replied John, who was
all compliance at this climax of imaginary
happiness, "I'll consult the herald•at-arms
on the subject; and if it can be done for
lore or money, you shall be gratified."
llere the ansio,ps silversmith gallantly
kisses his wife's hand, when she threw
herself into his arms in the exarbance of
her joy. •
"And when you are introduced to her
ladyship," resumed Mr. Brown,working out
his picture of vice-regal felicity, "with all
yourjewels sparkling ah•iut you—"
•'But no Irish diamonds, if you please,"
said the lady, with a w.traing shako of her
fire•finger; mind that. Sir John."
"They shall be atl of the purest water
and finest carat!" said the embryo knight.
Indeed, have already made a large pur
chase—"
"On, then," said the lady, smiling sweet
ly no her considarte vp ;um, "that is why
you sent to the in such a hurry to-day for
the money-box."
••IVhat do you say?" cried John Brown.
with a yell like war-whoop. and jumping'
up from hit chair at if the tea urn had been
upset to hi-, lap.
••Gnni heavcas, my dear." exclaimed
Mrs. Brawn, in a frizio, - •what's the mat
ter? Are tan scalded?"
- "Scalded be said Brown. "What
is that you say lib.iut mane)?"
-rn.• 'looney you wrote for, my dear," re
plied Mrs. Brown, trembling,: for she bad
never seen her husband in such a taking be
fore, and bean to think that, us the weath
er was intensely hot, he might have had a
'mike of the sun, or been bitten by a mad
"Money that I wrote for?" screamed John
Brown.
"Certainly. my dear." replied his agitated
wife. "Here is your note, begining us U. 11. 1-
:111 'My dear Cecy.'"
"Old" groaned the distracted silversmith,
whit now began to see the abyss into which
he had so heedlessly plunged.
"Your own handwriting and initials,"
continued Mrs. Brown.
OW uh!" subbed her unhappy husband
"Arad though you forgot in your hurry to
address the note," said Mrs. Brown, "it is
sealed with your own crest—a bantam cock
proper, with your motto, "Celer el aurlax.?"
"Oh! uh! oh!" groaned the frantic silver
smith: "Audaz with a vengeance, but cekr
HOW no inure!"
"And you direct me." continued Mrs. 8.,
"to send you the money box from the cabiner
in the back parlor."
"Arad did you do so?" shouted John
Brown.
"Certainly!" replied the terrified wife.
"Then Fin dished, by heavens!" exclaimed
Mr. Brown, flinging himself at full length
upon the carpet. '•Three hundred and fifty
guineas gone, slap dash, as I'm a miserable
sinner!"
It was some time before Mrs. Brown could
be made to comprehend the nature of this
dreadful business; and many weeks before
her poor husband could leave his chamber.
so seriously was his health affected by this
heavy luss,and his still heavier mortification.
He did, however, in time, regain something
like his former equanimity, but not before
be had been quizzed by his "good natured"
friends to the verge of insanity; and to his
dying day he went by the nickname of—
" The Comptroller-General."
A Disconsolate Widower.
"What can I say to comfort you, dear
Augustus?" and Anabel took her brother's
hand in hers and pressed it warmly.
"Nothing, my precious sister; such woe
as mine is ton deep fur any plummet of con
solation to reach." And "dear Auzustus"
took out his Mask bordered handkerchief
and applied it to his eyes.
Anatal clasped her hands despairingly,
and looked tearfully at him, marmaring
ORNING. MARCH 31, 1860
nympatiziogly—"Poor, dear Augu-tua, how
lie loved her!'
Augustus sighed deeply, and moaned in
a low tone--•'We Were so happy together,
my poor Rachel;" and again the black
bordered handkerchief went to his eyes.
•'iy afflicted brother," murmured Ana
bel, "how deep the waters you nre called
upon to go through."
Augustus shuddered, as if he felt the
wild dashing-of the' waves, and said in n
plaintive voice—" Dear Rachel, Low amia
ble she was!"
"Very, dear Augustus."
"flow considerate, how devoted to mel"
"Oh, exceedingly."
"And how fine an appearance she pre
sented!" and he raised his eyes to the por
trait festooned with black crape, which
delicate attention he hand himself paid it
that mural ng.
Anabel, too, raised her eyes, but was
silent as she gazed upon the pictured furas
of the departed Rachel, so angular, eu dark,
so frowning.
"I don't think you ever did Rachel's
charms justice, Anabel. She was a lovely
womn."
"Oh, brother, I fully appreciated her, I
assure you I did."
"And you do not do justice to my depth
of grief. Are you aware that I am a
mourner forever? Poor, dear, dear Rachel,
I have lost all in losing thee!" And again
the tearful oyes were raised to the grim
Rachel, who looked down with en expres
siun on her face which said, "Indeed."
There was a silence of several moments,
during which Augustus looked thought
fully
into the fire. At length, he said—
" Hand me my desk beside you, Amtbelt
it will be a relief to my feelings to write an
obituary."
"Don't think of it at present, dear Au
gustus; your nerves are not strong enough
fat it now. Only think of the trying scenes
through which you have just passed."
*gland me my desk, will you? It is a
sacred duty I owe my dend."
Whilst Augustus was engaged in this
timeing work, Aanabel was pondering on
the propriety of dispensing with the black
crape fads un her new silk dress, "so that
I may wear it in colors," was her inward
ejueulation, "fur who knows, Augustus cony
marry again before I have done mourning
for dear Rachel!" She checked the thought
—"How dreadful!" Augustus, the deeply
sorrowing, marry before she had time to
get out of her black! it was a entanie
whispering, strreiy, and grossly unjust to
the disco:isolate widower. She was roused
front her sombre meditations by the voice
I of Augustus.
"This is what I have written, dear sister,
and if you can offer any suggestions of a
tender nature, pray do so:
"Departed this gloomy vale of tears fir a
blessed 1111141 of joy, Raehel, the beloved
told tfnunuel consort of Augustus Childs,
31.1141 dau titer and heiress of Petei
Beautilul and imetimplishel.
amiable urnl intellectual, devout and chari•
table. generous, devoted, charming in every
respect, thus has tle.l to imgehe courts,
amidst the shouts of the cherubic army,
crying, %yeti:tune! welemnel—inie who walk
ed the earth in scrap is guise."
Ilere Aiiithel gave a slight etingh tot:lever
something like IL laugh, and Augustus pans
ed a moment and asked plaintively, "Du
you ol t ject to anything?"
"Oh no, by no means. It is so very
! touching, pray proceed."
"(low deep the woe into which her nu
merous friend,' have been plunged by her
lamented absence in realms ef bliss. But
their loss has been the tinge's' gain. But
her husband, so fondly attaced to this fair
object—what words can depict his over
whelming grief—grief that will prove as
lasting as it is deep! But here we drop the
curtain; too sacred this woo for the common
eye. S a ffi es it to say, he utters the senti•
mentof the submissive Job—• The Lord bath
taken away; blessed be the name of the
Lord."
"How pious! how touching! what pathos!"
and Anabel raises her eyes, sparkling with
ill-concealed mirth.
"You must admit Rachel was no ordinary
woman, Anahel."
"I never knew another like her," said
Anabel
"She was too good for me," sighed Au
gu.tos.
"Oh, my dear brother, why say so?"
ejaculated Anabel.
"I can never cease to mourn poor Rachel;
but I feel I must soon follow her. I cannot
live without her," moaned Augustus.
"You must make an effort to do en, Au
gustus—you positively must. It is your
duty to live. You must rouse yourself from
this heart-rending state. You are not very
old, only forty. Why, there may yet be a
world of happiness in store for you."
"None, none." moaned Augustus; "my
heart is buried in my Rachel's grave."
"You must make an effort to get it out
from there, dear brother; indeed you must."
"Oh, no! Would I were there too!"
"This is positively wicked; indeed it is.
You must net talk so; Rachel would not ap
prove of it."
"Ah! poor, dear Rachel," moaned Augus
tus, piteously.
"Come, now, take something to soothe
you, and go to bed. Good night; don't des
pair; you will be happy yet."
Augusta. answered. "Never, never," and
be (motioned repeating. like Poe's dismal
raven, "Never, nevermore!" until the door
atoned upon Anabel, and he was left alone
ws:b his everlasting grief, and the dismally
draped portrait of the lost Raabel looking
down grimly from the
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On reaching her room, Amthel threw her
self into a chair, and laughed more heartily
than was becoming, considering that dear
Rachel had only been placed in her grave
that morning.
•"I really do belive that, after all, Augus
tus will die of grief. You have no idea.
Myra, how devotedly be was attached to dear
Michell"
"Indeedl" and Maria raised her proud,
calm eyes and looked at her.
"He enjoyed such bliss with his poor
Rachel, that his marrieA life was 'a perpet
ual feast of necta4d sweets.'"
"When did he make that discovery?"
"A few hours ago. dear sister. He is pei.
fectly inconsolable, I assure you. I tried
my very best at soothing him, but it is of
no use. Ile will not be comforted, but is
hopelessly wretched."
"Time is a powerful soother," responded
Myra. ''Leave the work to him: he will do
it mot effectually, no doubt. As the poet
expressed it—
Time, that cued name, rotelt-d ITI • in patience' "
"011 never, never. Why, my dear sister,
you don't know how dearly he loved her.—
lie never will get over it, I as ore you he
will not. now we must have wronged him
in supposing he married Rachel for money!
0. nu; it was genuine love that induced him
to take for his fa•her•in•law that vulgar, fut
old plebeian, Peter Smith, Esq. And he's
grown so pions, too, I know he will end it
by becoming a tninister: this terrible grief
has turned all his tit 'tights henvenword."
"I am happy to hear it," responded Myra,
quietly, ••fur they were very far from that
direction before."
Weeks progressed, but Augustus remain
ed shrouded in woe: not one ray of peace
had warmed up his deadened henrt. lie
would t rite on nothing but black edged pa
per; covered every article that had belonged
to dear Rachel with black crape; shut up
her chamber, and every time he missed the
closed-door shuddered as if ho saw her pale
ghost stalking about; read her printed obit
uary at night, before retiring, and paid his
devotions to her pictured form almost hour
ly. He kept the last pocket handkerchief
she hof used c.i.refully folded up in tissue
paper among his shaving articles. ai.
sisters began to think that ho would never
get over it, and as to his marrying again
never, never!
••Don't even hint of such a thing, Ana
bel," he said with horror, when she ventur
ed to suggest, perhaps, ono day, he might
replace the I .st Rachel. "I meant years
and years MT, dear Augustus," she said, al
most timidly. •'Of course, not fur twenty
years, or perhaps fifteen."
hush: I venerate Rachel's mem
ory teo deeply. I laved her most devotedly.
Pray never speak in this heartless strain
again; it is very repulsive to my feelings."
oaly mean to console you. Augustus."
You take a must remarkable way of ad
ministering ounsulati ~, . when you know
that my sorrow is as deep as on the day
when I buried Rachel."
"B.it you must foal so lonely," persisted
Ansbel.
"L otely? Have I not my sisters and Ra
chel's treasured mom try? No, Anabel, I
can never marry All I ask is a
quiet rest besides Rachel's colfmod form."
"flow shocking! D net, I pray, indulge
in such gloomy thoughts."
"You ask me to be gay," said the discon
solate widower; "hot you ask an impossi•
bility; something uttlerly impracticable;
state of feeling I can never again reach."
"Oh. no, Augustus, not gay—that you
can never be again—only a little' loss
gloomy. Don't o.itik about dying, and the
grave, and tombstones, and all that sort of
thing."
"When I die," continued the bereft one,
"you will see that I am placed beside
Rachel. On our tomb you will have en
graved—'They were lovely in their lives,
and in their deaths they were nut "
"Yes, brother," said Anabel, with a little
hysterical sob.
"You will have the last pocket•handker
chief Rachel used placed over my face."
"Yes," replied Anabel.
"hiy will you will find in the tin case. I
have left everything to Myra and your
self."
"Oh, thank you, dear brother. How eon.
siderate in you!"
"My death will be your gain, Anabel,"
and the bereaved sighed submissively.
"My good brother, don't suggest such a
thinb. But you know I have long wished
to go to Bumps, and your lamented death
will give me an opportunity of doing so."
"Go, go, enjoy what I leave you, Anabel.
The day will come when, like me, you must
lie down in the dust. I have heaped up
riches."
"For me to enjoy! flow kind in you.
brother. Oood•bye!" And Ansbel extend.
ed her hand.
•What do you mean?" said Augustus,
drawing hack angrily.
"Oh. I crave your pardon; I really forgot.
I dreamed I had read your will, and was
just leaving for Europe."
"I may live many years yet," said Au
gustus, moodily.
"Certainly, only I thought you were re
solved to die. I began to fear you contem
plated suicide."
"I am miserable enough for anything. I
believe I will go to the club."
••Pray do; rao doubt it will help you to
*root Rachel."
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"I do not wish to t.rget her: 'the heart
that has truly loved never forgets.'"
"Oh nu, Augustus, nut exactly forget her;
only soften your giant grief that is wearing
away your very life."
Augustus stood a ranmont and contempla
ted the fair face of the deceased Rachel;
then, as if overcome by the remembrance
of the past, he snatched up the deeply
°raped hat that stood on the table, and
wended his way to the club, too much afflict
ted to stay quietly at home.
The .text morning, at breakfast. he looked
up from hit place, nod sail in a &stun! tone
—"Anab 1, you will please never allude to
my marrying again. You wounded my
heat beyond expression, last night."
"0. .leer brother. I am very sorry; but I
hate known of several gentlemen who, when
they were unfortunate enough to lose their
wife, found another, and I thought---"
"Ilushl hushl not another word on this
sad subject."
Three months passed slowly but sadly,
Rachel was in her grave, and its long shad
ow fell gloomily upon Angustus' heart and
hearth. A weeping willow had been plan
ted over the dreary mound, and waved its
loag branches solemnly in the trees°. A
few flagrant violets grew out of poor Ra
chel's head—that is, the bead of her grave;
and at her feet a charming rosebush flour
ished in charming luzurianoe. It was a
dainty little spot, poor Rachel's grave, and
here Augustus paid a visit every time he
spied the church-yard gates open. Here be
stood on Sunday to think of Rachel perhaps,
or to gaze more conveniently at the girlish
be tuty of Miss Viliars, as she tripped
through the church-yard into the side-door
of the church. This last idea was promo!.
gated by those proverbially spiteful crea
tures—the old maids of tho church, who.
having lost all their youth, envy the young.
and who are as crazy or get married at for
ty as they were at twenty, and who tear to
shreds the character of her more fortunate
sister, who win in the world's lottery that
prize, a husband. So said Augustus, when
Anutrel told him of sundry remarks that
had been made onicerning him.
"But it was not an old maid that slan
dered you, Augustus; it was a 'parried lady.
Mrs. 3lountjoy says she has watched you in
church, and you look out of the window
with one tearful eye on Rachel's grave,
whilst the other is smilingly exploring the
pretty face of Miss Villers. She even says
she saw you on last Sunday gather a boa
plot from Rachel's grave, and present it to
Miss Villers as she was going into church,
who, placing it to her Grecian nose, thanked
you with her sweetest smile, little dreaming
it smelt of mortality. Poor, dear Rachel,
I don't know how she would relish fur
nishing bouttnets for her rival. I don't
say this, Augustus, Mrs. Mountjoy • said
it. Don't frown so angrily; of' course I
don't believe a word of it. I know bow
devotedly attached you wore to deur Rachel
and how you planted her grave, and even
took the watering pot in your hands and
watered the plants to make them grow, and
h. w you treasured up in tissue paper the
last handkerchief she used, end how you
put her bonnet on a tab'e. mei had a little
railing !mitt around it to keep profane hands
away, awl how touchingly you draped her
picture iti crape! 0, no, I know you will
never, never marry again."
Augustus was silent. Was it ominous?
Four months and two weeks—then a tall
tombstone reared its lofty head amid its sis
ter tombs in the church-yard. It was a
charming device—a stone figure bending
over a stone urn, which urn was supposed
to contain the ashes of the departed Rachel.
"What is this, my dear?" asked Mr.
Mountjoy, as he stood before the gleaming
marble. "Its this figure the bereaved hus
band?"
"Oh no, my love, by no means," said Mrs.
Mountjoy; "ore you not man enough to
know that this is the deceased Rachel her
weeping over her own ashes? It is
most touchingly appropriate; we wives feel
it to be so, I amain you—for if ever crea
tures had cause to weep for their own deaths
we are the ones. Scarcely is the turf heaped
above our cold clay when the first mourner
at our funeral straightway goes and forgets
what artnner of women we were. Mary
slips very quietly into Jane's place, and
Ruth sits as comfortably in the corner of
the pew as if six months before Ann had
not sat there before ber."
"My dear your remarks astonish me. If
you died. I as sure you , most solemnly, I
would weep fu r you forever."
' , Yes, so you would." said Mrs. Mountjoy
calmly; ''but how lung, think you, is amid.
ower'e forever? Only until he gets another
MIII
—Ob. Sarah. bow little islet' you base in
man'. lace."
"1 have great faith hi it so long as it lasts
but when a woman is under ground bcr
chances are mall."
"No protestations, my /ova; I do Dot re
quire them of you. Do as you plisse whets
I am gone; Vi! promise you we: to haunt
your new wife. There comes Mse , Villere
N see the tomb. Mow do-you like Its c 0.7
dear?"
it is a loss." =led the young lady.
enthusiastically. ••I hope when • I.die my
husband will trait we so just such a knob
stone as this."
"No doubt." responded Mrs. Montjoy.
"be will treat you to this eery one. Two
of you can easily get under it." The yourg
lady frowned and walked away.
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