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AU through the valley.eweet music was sounding,
Ringing the praise of the beautiful day.
Light through the valley a young child was bounding:
'Twas dear little Spring, with the flowers at play.
Schoolmaster Winter looked back at the singing
—"Child. I will teach the a lesson to-day:" c
But Spring at the primer a sunbeam flinging.
loony old Winter strode frowning away.
bh, welcome to all Wes the little new comer,
And happy each wight in her favor to share;
S. lovely the grew that they christened her "S'usumer,"
, And thought she had wandered from Paradise there. ,
'Tis shameful," growled Winter, "that she should he
spending
In mirth and music the minutes so rare;
But matters of moistest prevenOny attending,
So trusty aunt Autumn a message stud, bear!"
CM:urine and 86in as the mandate that bore her d
Dreary . aunt Autumn mule forth to the dsi:N
And folding her minty gray mantles around
Harshly Awaited the maid in her play.
'Tremble aad:weep for thy: joy's fading glimmer:
Dark is the leijMn read thee t. , -day."
But while Autumn collected dead leaves for a primmer
sweet merry Summer olippad Langhing away.
Qt oicC IStflhinn.
AMMO LEE ; OR THE S
BY ELLEN LOVlslr ; CHANDLER
Six months after this; I woke up one spring
morning, and found myself in London. Ido
not know how I got , there; that is, even at this
day, I can hardly
.understand the perseverance
with which I, an unprotected child, .walked the
whole distance, seeking food and lodging of who•
ever had charity enough to shelter me. Provi
dence must have guided me, and I think so won•
than ever, - when I recall it singular incident
which, befell me on my arrival.
It wits afternoon when I entered the grclat
whirlpool of Londod. Half 'frightened by the
crowded btreets, I had' somehow .made my way
to the park, and, for almost the first time in my
life, I sat there crying. At last I was roused
front my sorrowful abstraction by a gentle touch
arid a kind voice, and, looking up, I met the
glance of a middle-aged gentleman; clad in a
quiet, eitizen'ilbkit of black. There needed but
one glance it has kindly face to assure me I
could trust him, and his question, "What is your
name, my 'child, and why are,you • hero 'Use!"
was immediately followed by my unfolding to
him my whole history, save only that part which I
was connected with Ilorace Mann.
"So you've come all :dose to this far-of Lou
don, ito• legn to be a balkt-dancerr he said,
kindly. "I must Ray, it w:ts a very strange un
dertaking, and the chances that you would suc
ceed,
were hardly one in ten thousand. -
How
ever, you could not have coots to a better friend.
I am a theatre manager myself, and Uli try you,
and if I find you can do any thing, I will take
you to a friend•of wine in Paris, where I am go
ing on business, and von shall he educated for
the stage."
Thus it was, reatler. that my first eight in
London was passed at a respcetable lodging
house, and I woke up in Ow mornimr from peace
ful dreams, under the mighty shadow of St.
Paul's l My protector proceeded, soon after
arose, to put Me through a trial course• of calis
thenics, and 1 suppose the `result was satisfacto
ry, for a dress-maker was sent foi, and requested
to prepare for me a suitable wardrobe for a jour-1
nay to France, and a residtinre at the French'
rerole tie theatre
Two years had passed; I was fifteen. They
had been two of the happiest year, otinv
True, at first confinement bad been irksome.
had missed the wild, wailing, solitary sea, and
pre free range of rocky shore. Hut tuy great
purpose was every day growing nearer its accom
plishment. My kind protector had visited me
several times, when business called him to
France, and it would have done your heart good,
to see - his kind, satisfied smile, when he received
ii favorable report of my progress.
It had 'been discovered, in process-of my in
structions, that I had a voice of unequaled power
and pathos and that Ishonld be able to succeed
as a singer, with even less trouble than as a dan
cer, but I had marked out a different course.— .
I could not consecrate every gift to the insatia
ble spirit of the stage. I must retain some pow
' er, ant thus prostituted, to make beautiful my
private life. However, 1 cultivated my voice
moat assiduously, and was in a short time pro
trounced the best singer in "/'(role."
There were, in the same institution, a large
number of young girls, more or less gifted, pre
paring for the stage; but among them all I bad
but o+ friend—lnez Vaughan. She has since,
under another name, made the world's heart
throb strangely. She flashed, emet-like upon
the age—the very impersonation ..1 the gen i us of
Tragedy. The great world held its breath to
listen, but comet-like, she was struck down sud
denly, and the Provenee roses bhson up,,n her
gravel.
I eould easily discern that there were no oth
ers,. whale acquaintance would not rather retard
the accomplishment of my great end; but lne
and I 'bet:Pane friends in that word's truest . sense.
We studio sl and read together, and she would sir
beside Ilte, her dark eyes lashing-like lighted
coals, while I told her strange wild tales of the
rocky shore and the surging restless sea.
But, as I was Baying, I was fifteen. My two
jots' study had been completed, and the night
Was a printed for me to,inake my debut at the
\ Royal Irlicatre. I had grtiwn very beautiful,
readier—no one who had known me as
Mtp
ing child of the fisherman's hut would have,rec;
op,nized me now.. My hair was long and heavy,
sad I luxuriant ,as ever, but now, it was satin
s4olnd from its wavy folds aentied to lash
'of light. )(y complexes,- by proper
eure,l had cleared up wonderfully. Now , it was
Me the sunny aide of a riprpase.h, only deep
} c an in the cheeks to a richer erbium than
pen dies ever worn. Ike eyes wee the same--
(CONCLUDED.)
rHAPTste In
large, black, and stiangSly histroas; and the
wan, thin figure of the child had rounded, in the
girl into a symmetry as perfect as it was stately.
Yes I was very beautiful.
I arrayed myself for the occasion in a crimson
satin, heavily wrought with . pearls. Around
my neck and arms were chains of pearls and-ru
bies, fantastically twisted together, faritened with
gold clasp', in which a single diamond dashed
like a burning star. Strings of the same jewels
shone among the heavy bands of My braided
hair, and I almost started baek in wondei, as I
glanced.skmy full-length reflection in the green
room mirror; it seemed so like some pkien pie :
ture,,vitik its strangely vivid lights and shades.
That night my.trinfuph was complete. The
whole Louse rang with applause, and many of
the boquets thrown at my feet were I°oo4 up
with dianioras. Iwelcomed it, for it was one
stepping-stone the more toward my great end.—
Oh how I wished be bad been there to see
ii
but never once bad my eyes rested on bite since
we parted in the sunshine on the desolate Vora
wall lee-Share.
that season I continued to draw crow4ed
houses, nntil•the last night, when the theatre .
•was filled to overflowing. 1 bad never looked
.better. My costume was calculated to set ofemy
dark, oriental beauty, and it was in full glow.—
Half an hour has passed, when a new arrival in
one of the front boxes seemed to create quite a
sensation. 1 glanced that- way, and .mat the
most perfect vision Of feminine loveliness my
eye. had ever rested on. . t
Iler style of beauty was _totally different from
My own, and I lookell on her at tint without en
vy or jealousy. She wore a garnet-colored vel
vet cloak, lined with ermine, bit, as-she.enter
ed the box, it fell fromher neck, revealing her
iihoulderb, white as Causasian snow-banks, and
moulded•as purely as a Grecian statue.
Ifer hair was. bright golden, and the heavy
ringlet:, were gathered at the neck in a net-work
of wris t from which one or two stray tresses had
escaped and floated down over her neck and bus
ore. ifer robe was of azure satin, frosted" with
pearls.' awl her fan was gorgeous with the plum
age of tropical birds. Her eyes were a deep,
tranquil blue—large and strangely bright--and
her fair complexion, pure and transparent as mar
ble, was deepened in the cheeks with a just per
ceptible tint of rose. - '
My eye had taken in all this, at one glance.
She seemed- to me like the actual presence of one
those beautiful pictures, before which I had stood
with filling eyes. itt the gallery of the Louvre,
and front my very heart I blessed her for her
AS I turned to gaze upon her compact
ton. • •
Saint Agues! patron saint of mine, why was
it that in that instant n deep and bitter hatred
,r that beautiful being crept into my heart.—
Iler emnpatiion was Romeo Mann. it was his
h.iud that so carefully adjusted the folds of her
cyryilat watched so &mealy her every
look.
I danced that night u, I hall never daueed be
fore I 4.afening roar. of applause fairly shook
the building to its centre., but of all that gorge
eni4 crowd I caw hut out. It-way half
}bear he 110..• he: seemed even to native me, and
they he earelesaly turned his opera-glass toward
the stage.
I danced him--at him—what you ;will--at
14=it I .12,10 for his..eyes only; and Iliad the
satisfaction of seeing him perfectlyabsorhed, en
tranced, and apparently quite forgetful of the
presence of his companion.
That was my last opera in the season, and a
few months afterward I was in London, pleas
antly estallished iu 'fashionable apartments at
the Wo.t. End.
"Agnes," said my guardian, (as I had learned
to call my " tat he rly protector," entering my room
one momiy, "there are six weeks before. your
first engagement commences. What do you say
in the meant hue to a masquerade? I have plen
ty of relatives among the West Find fashionables,
and 1 should have no difficulty in having you
in
troduced as Miss Agnes Lee in circles where no
one would ever dream of Viols, the balletAlancer
being admitted. Will you go?"
While he spoke an immense longing took pos
session of my heart, to gaze face to face on that
great world of which I bad beard so much. True,
I haul seen people enough—l had danced . to crowd
ed audiences, but .of fsslulonahle society, I was
as ignorant as a child. 1110 I presuwe very lit
tle of my enthusisam'appeared in my manner, is
I lifted my eyes and quietly, "Yes, guardian, I
will go."
"Well, I thought so—it's so like girls to want
to see the world; so I made arrangements accor
dingly, and I've two invitations for yOu, from
two very fashionable ladies who are under some
obligations to me. Here is one from Mrs. Soli
merby, to her estate, 'The Grange,' a little out of
town. You'd meet there a balficore of ladies,
beside Simmons and Falcaibrace and a deem
other young men who would fall in love with
you. You'd have to take care and look out for
your own heart, because their cards would be
played out as soon as they knew your position."
"Well sir, where is the Othe'r one?" .
"That, oh that's farther out of town- 7 -tothe
Heronry, the estate of Mrs. Somertill4 . Sikes;
you wouldn't find any body there to fall in love
with. There'll be one man ofmark there though,
Horace .Mann; but Lady Clara Emerson trill be
there also, and they've been reported engage d so
many times, I guess there must be something in
EMI
Horace Mann: Oh, now the very mention of.
his name thrilled me. Oath( it be? Was I in
deed to see him—to be in the same house with
him once more. My heart guttered like a caged
bird, but my nerves were *ong, and !mi
command perfect; so I answered carelmaljr—
„Well, sir, I believe I'll gloom the Heronry,
you know theresw'o knowing what might become
of my heart at the other place.”
My guardian langbed, and patting my eiwidt
pleasantly, sent stt to hunt me ❑p a dressing
■mid, and provide me with a. suitable wardrobe.
The next day, at three in the afternoon, I wee
whirled up the:speions graieled • eatitedrive
of the Heronry, *lid introdwand to the stately
Kra. Bomeroiliv Sikes. Mrs was a lady of I
should think, about forty, extremely well pre
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I served, and very elegantly dressed. There was
i an air of patrician ease and gracefulness about
her,'such as I had never before observed in any
lady with whom I had been thrown in contact.
She welcomed me cordially, and went up stairs
with me to my own room; then kissing me, she
remarked, "I will mad your maid to you my
dear—you will her. jut time to dress for din
ner." Oh wit* would I not hare given to have
inquired if Home Malta had arrived, but I dared
not trust myself to mention his name, and I
threw myself in as
. easpehair, while my maid
leisurely unbound the long trews of my hair.
When at last its atvengentent was completed, I
arrayed myself, with Mumbling fingers, in a rich
! ly-wrought India man. Nothing could have
exceeded the simplicity of soy attire. The white
dress was without orsameat, and I wore not a
single jewel, with assfy a sprig of Cape jamming
in the dark folds of say lair. I turned to the
mirror, as I was-drawing ma my Oates, sad sew
that, though I had many dunes been more daz
zlingly brilliant, I bad never looked more beau
tiful; and yet my step faltered as I entered the
drawing-room.
Mrs. Sikes advanced to meet me, and I was
formally presented to the company; but my eyes
took in but two hoes, my ears caught . but two
names. Clara Emenem was there, with bet face
so staaagely fair in its quiet beauty, and her
slender figure robed in azure silk. A wreath of
white buds nestled in her golden curls, and she
looked even more lovely than when 1 had first
seen her. Beside her eat Home Mann. His
was truly the handsomest face my ewer rest
ed on. lie was indeed, as my guardian bad said,
a man of mark; with his Apollo Belvidere figure,
his hyaeinthine ktieks '
and his roguish, laughing,
dark-blue eyes. The Lady Clara looked up,
smiled, and spoke, very sweetly; but Horace
seemed so intent upon his Foavereation with her,
that he merely noticed me by a bow. A moment
after,-however, as Mrs. Sikes repeated my name,
"Miss Agnes Lee," he paused in his oonversa
don, and, by his puled flee, I knew he was re
membering he had beard that liaise before; but
be could not remember where, and I felt reliev
ed. But even if he had, he would hardly have
associated the fisher-girl tithe Cornwall lee-shore
with the very different-looking young lady pre
sented to him in Mrs. Sikes' irawing-room
lie sat opposite to me at dinner, but kis atten
tion was wholly engrossed by his companion.
Once, indeed, he casually glanced at me, and
then I heard him remarking to Lady Clara "that
Miss Lee was magnificently handsome;" and
then be added, "But her style is so different
froM your*, ma belle Clara," in a tone which left
tbrituarrit little les*Ausimigswilulehistzle
he i ferred.
Durieg the . evaring. I had been staking pain
ful efforts to be atreethle to node dowegar.eonw
tesscss until I was tired; whetn,'. much to my de
light, my task was interrupted by a call for mu
sic, and the lady Clara Emerson was led to the
piano. Her performance was mediocre, perhaps
a trifle better than that of boarding-school mime
in general. She affected opera airs for the most
part, and, though Borneo Mass loosed veer her
and turned her mugs, I could see be was neither
interested nor animated; and yet I knew that mu
sic was his potion. At last the lady Clara rose
from the piano.
"Perhaps Miss pee will favor rm," suggested
Mrs. Sikes; and' Horace Mum earse to my ids,
to lead me to the inritrnment. Hi. band just
touched mine ite 1 took my Seat, and, strong is
my Dente were, it thrilled me simply. I
sang as old Scotch legesid of hoidens
song that required power and, mthoe—and I sang
it well.
I dared not glance at llorre, but I could hear
his quickened breatking44 could almost seem to
feel his attitude of wraps stratiow and I knew
he felt my power. And yet for a week after that
he scarcely spoke to me. Wu attention was still
absorbed by the beautiful Clara; and yet war
time., when he was sitting by her side, I would
raise my eyes from my embroidery, and meet a
glinee from the distance corner of the room where
they were sitting, that would cause my cheek to
erimson besilath my drooping lashes. When I
sang Horace never came near me; but I knew be
listened, and that, let him struggle, as he would,
one day my purpose would meet its woomplish
meat.
The human wall is strong; stronger than Bs,
and even death itself may not triumph over it
utterly! I weeder whether ever miss or woman
ever yet aerated themesivosii with all their emir
gies to, the aecoinplialusent of a favorite purpose
without musseeding? At least, success is the isle,
failure the exception.
Time lamed oa, and Horace Mann gradually
changed in his deportment His attentions to
the beautiful Clara became a abide or ,two lees
engrossing, and very often he would lead me to
the piano, and hang over me during my perform
ance, with his whole soul looking out of his dark
eyes. The Lady Clara must have noticed it, and
I think she loved him; but her disposition was a
singular one. She was too proudly indolent to
struggle for the possession of anything. She
dressed as becomingly, talked as prettily, and
smiled as sweetly as ever. When Horace Mann
sat dOwn beside her she welcomed him with a
look that had not the slightest shade of reproach
in it, and when he was away she seemed totally
unconscious of his desertion. No battery of at
tractione could have been half so affective as this
calm, indifferent dignity; I could not have a worse
enemy to contend with. Sometimes Horace
would watch her fora long time, and then turn
away, with just the queerest kind of a smile up
on his lips, soil talk to me more assiduously than
ever.
One night I was walking in the shrubbery.—
It wm the rich, lustrous prime of the stunner;
the ma had gone down in his. glory, and the
twilight hours had gathered up the gorgeous
elands, like dmpery of kings, into their net. It
was evening; the moon, like a fair queen, sat on
bar oilier throne among her parliament of stars.
I - 1114 gone out alone, and with a hurried step
was walking to and fro beneath the lareltes, keep
ing time to painful thought:. At last my step
gr“ slower, and my mood changed. Tears
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came to my eyes, as I remembered the wander
ing gipay life I had led before , Horace Mann
came to Cornwall.
"Better, oh, how fir better off was I then than
now," said my throbbing heart, beatipg painful
ly beneath my velvet robe. , "Alas! for I am
weary," said my Bps aloud; and at that mom e nt
a voice, whose lightest; tone could have almost
called in, from life to death, said, very gently—
I intruding?"
I turned and welcomed him, with the tears
still heavy on my lashes, and the shadow heavier
er on my heart.
"You are sad, Agnes," he said sorrowfu4,
taking my hand in :hil, as soothingly as\ one
would pet a weary infant. "Agnes, dear, beatt
tiful Agues, I love you! I never said those
words before, Agnes, to asy woman, not even
to Clara ilinerson; though long ago the greet
world voted us engaged. Yaw will understand
thorn--yee will belie" thaws. I did- not mean .
to love you, Agnes—l closed my eyes whist
your glorious voice; but. ou have trinmphed.4---
See, lam at your feet! Won't you, can't you
love, my Agnes?" I
But I did not speak; I mold not. The hope
of a life-time bad met its fulfilment, when I heard
him say those words, and I could not answer
"Oh, Agnes! Apes!V he cried beseechingly,
"only answer me, milk say, 'Horace, I love
your "
And eleatingrny voice, and drawing my tigtut
to its fullest height, / stood !here. in the moon
light, under the larchc!'t, and answered him- 4 4
"Horace Amp, I Ipve_ you with .my wh e
sod, as I have loved poi* for years. I fan your
and I will be yours, and no other man's till
die!"
In his excitement he did ,pot notice that I hid
said "for Sears;" and standing by my sidc, whispering, "My A es ail
clasped toe to his hdart,
•
—my wife!' .
, ,
i.•
F.or one moment, Rick hnd faint with joyi I
suffered my head to lie on his breast, and theit I
withdrew from his anus, and said firMly- 1 --"No,
Horace Mann, not your wife; and if you knfw
me, you would sooner die than eall - me so. lion
know not who, Or what I am:"
"And Care not, Agnes, so that you willlet ine
call you mine. Nay, Agnes, do not think Iso
meanly of me. 1 t-ue not for rank or wealthi—
I know that I. love you, and that is all I n:k 'to
know."
I am very strong-willed naturall. bait I I+o
no strength nor euttrage that night to .lash, nith
my own hands, the enp ofjoy my min lip 4„ slid
I answered him rewintely—:- , I- - • •
"To-night, Horace, I will tell you outhiug
Meet we here at sunrise to-oliqrinv inorniux, a.
I will tell yon whet you little iirestu. 1 auk tr
lug in now.".
Once more I pm ively iliffered him to told ne
to his heart--for the second time in his life,
his lip; touched mine, and then gliding from
his arms, I ire-entered the Heronry. That ,•reu•
ing I was happy. I resolutely clm,ed my eyes
against the shadows that hung around the mor
row, and opened my heart, to the joy-touches of
the present. , Horace never left my lido-, and
when 1 - sang, he watched me with his dark eyes
beaming through tears. . .
The west morning arose fair and calm. I
dressed inyself quickly, and hastened to the try .-
ing-place. , Horace was there before me. What
a joyousness there Irwin lit. greeting--r urelY I
must wait awhile before I could summon strength
to dash, it fromhis lips. Once more I yielded
my hand to his clasp, and wandered along with
him underneath the larches. The sun was just
rising. The tree-tops glowed like golden arrows
pointed with diamonds; the pig *grass knotted
togtber, !hone like a fairy *Amy of brilliaflts,
and over all the_ sanshine hip, broad and fai'
the very smile of the gods. Its glad beams r; sl
edld like a blessing on .llaniee Mann's eh l at
hair, and the whole world nem to be
in holiday robes, ,as if for rejoi ing. And iet,
amid all that beauty and:happi ess, I walited,on
i
by his side, a crushed, dciwneas miserable w m
an, with a ()Mansion trembli&g nmy lips, w ch
would blot out frixa my watt' all the . sunli ht,
and send One forth, dearer than my life, out into
the world, a heart-broken, ,lio testily wretched
man. I (maid notlook at litn I could scarcely
r t
breathe. Al, last I could no farther. I
plantnd my back firmly aga& s t one of the hatch.:
mg I stood there, and li ft ed tap my ghairtly, tiis
arable face, in the light of h ven's free sun
shine. Horace turned and looted at. me with
the anguish fef sickening terry+ in his gaze, and
then he faltered, "Agnes, iny Agnes, what is it?"
"Listen, fiance Mann„ , andi I will tell you,"
I answeied,And my voice wasStnuigely
"You remember the tlshernn'S hut on the earn
wall lee-shore, and the wid, 'rude chit} w h om
you taught t 6 read? Aad loft remember tins?"
and I drew from my boaomwlalle I alirays wore
it, the guinea he had giveal nae! Re took it in
his hand, and looked at it.
"Yes, I remember, Aviles; in
(o on—how tune you by ithisr
""You gee it to me, sir (foil, /I
Lee. Would you eon me wife
Brave, noble helot! I e l ouid
ere he answer e d, but his lofve
"Yelp Agnes I "I" c°o
It was your misfortune
the lee•sbore; so it was mike.
out front my heart booms* ye,
longer time, my Agnes?" : 1 /
06, I had . hoped he ald. have spared me
that last trial; bid We
no, I *list drain the bitter
i
potion to the dregs ; and I did.
"No, Ilbrace Mann, no roe& Agnes. I will
never be year wife. W. .1 you wed a ballet.
dancer? Fon saw me the stage at Pluili'
for listen, Horace: lam .aks, the dewing girl."
"Oh, God! 4, God!" aimed that strong man,
weeping like a child. I , Speke me, for' this is
bitter." 1- - t.
I - knew then, as I had. fknown before, that he
was lost to me for ever. i I bad ecirkd that be
(1 1.4
should love me and be. • lon me. Perhaps I
might have been his wife had I willed that also,
but I would not. lea lie wished It; out of
the might of his *foci lo still !veld I have re
fused, for I loved hiss tr, well, too nnsellishly,
ow ID O=PM his Ommelwith &gam. At last
weeks 1 was prostrated by a low nerfollo blur-
During all that time, she was deioted in het illt
tention, .40 patient in her tireless vigils, yam
would hare thought - her some angel sent h ,
Heaven to guard me. And yet, Apes, dowel
it all, grateful as my heart was to her, it never
beat with a single throb that was not *Mild to •
You. jti loved you, you only, you aliiiys. .. ,
'Torl a time afteenty fever, Iseesned 'to be r
eoserini, but the cold weather brought inioutt
ing debility, and I was ordered' to Italy. lit
course Oars was my eoinpit#lo. I don't knew
wh it was, but even these genial skies amid do
ii e for a malady which was not of the dook—
yet, more and more I g rew in love with Idly.
I to sit and dream for hours on the books -
ai l ed
of . the silvery Arno, trying- to people the Air
laid with its -old-times 'deities; but :mosaics,
every sylph used to wear your face. I staMitt
if lt wank sin thus to worship you. .1 could sot
help it,jand I believe God has firgiven Aa—
r And this brine me to lomethitg I nun* tip
you; it took place list stunmerL -_I had bolt' •
very ill; and was just able to go out of doors.—
; I sat alone, (for .1 had sent Clain sway from
me,) . feeling miserable and distpondent. I
though of you, and oh! Agnes, I owlet tell you
how m soul longed and pined for you. I knew
it woul be sin to see you the* but I rem*.
.' red y ur promise to come to me at my dying
I , .ni, wickedly, madly,'l knelt down before
7 - 1 1 ~ dmy 'heart uttered a wail—is cry, s wild
CHM rEft v. q t e st prayer for death? I longed for ,it,
,It was toward the 'close of the, second winter, -.l g n e a, Ifor I felt that thus only could I gain.
after I had parted with hint, at the Heronry. I 1 ' s on my heart's tretunarr, and yet when I'
was no longer a ballet-dancer. With the doper- I . u tteted the words, I was frightened at th eir
titre of him I loved,,came a full conviction that I Ile I titeaning, and I grew still, and held my .
hereafter I had no private life to nixie rich, that . 1 , h. iI am not superstitions, Agnes; lam a
I must give all to' the world; and
.. 1 had oom- ', trotestant, and do not believe , 111 miracles and
menced to 'sing; and was now rrtnta dolma of I ions; but I know I. heard a'StOice then, and it
Her Majesty's Theatre. • . • Jas no human voice; it 'nahl- - --"Come 'unto hie
It was almost the last night of the season; I p . I lye t :at are weary and hen laden, and I will
had gone to the green-room with a heavy weight .. 4 ., yo re gr , Th er e was a le in my *Ad
upon my heart, but I had shook it off, and per- (
.. t h e once aga in I prayed, and this time aie
baps, sung even better than usual. At last the I ords o 'my 'prayer were, ' y will be done!"
audience dispersed, and going down by the pri.. na 'Liu n unto my soul there same, a htt pesos
rate entrance, I stepped into my carriage, 1,1 n d ca l . .
,
seeing the outline of a inanlrlorin upon thisost,, 1 “si n then, I have longed for you , AP", as
.1 - was about to spring back d summon my set- I.sat u>der the orange trees, at it has not Inten
vants to my assistance, who ; a voice I had heard ,at Imight fold you in my of earthly
in the dreams of many ani ht., whispered, "Ag- tit h no! r I knew I was a dy' 'man, but that I
nes:" I called "Home!" ttHite. driver and sat night t e your little hand n mine, and point
down. As the carriage tinrued, the gas-light nt to - t other land, where evermore will the
flashed full in thy coulps#ion'si face. I could 'bite y wrap her robe about her, and go
scarcely roArain a shriek a surprise. Horace ovum ly down the sunset slopes, trembling to
Mann had chrugell' - 'n I ondlil scarcely recognise .1 r d . You must meet me. them, Ago*
tie took me in his arms once more.
"Apes," be said, "my own, my beautiful—
God blows I ',add have gone down gladly to
my death, rather than live and know that fate
had put this stern and terrible - barrier between
us. Oh, may Heaven bless Jive, Agnes, and
save thee from grief like utine;7 ankfoirn over
my face, fell like rain, the bitter, scalding UM
of that proud man's mighty sorrow.
That day I left the Herietry. The purpose,
to which I had vowed nity life, was accomplished,
and even in the hoar of its accomplishment, its
curse came with it. Sitter far that I had died,
.than brought such r eortumi to him, so noble, so
dear. 'And yet, I atimeilthat winter better than
ever. The smile that curled my red lips was as
briiht-L-the bloom died not from my cheeks, nor
the light from my eyes. Still' the world's hom
age fell upon my ear, and even the amble sad the
gifted-backlit the feet of the beautiful dancing
girl; Very Often the Lady Chu7 - Emerson was
among my audience, ,but - I never knew whether
she recognised in:Viola tbe Miss Lee she.had
met at the Heronry. I thcitlght her cheek was
a little paler than of old, and I believe some of
the old hatred toward her crept out of my heart,
and in its place stole in a gentle sympathy.
I heard .ef Horace Hann upon the Continent,
iad amid all my heartpoverty and wretchedness,
my life had one erowlang glory—l knits , he lov -
ed me.
hiin.
i• - .
1
- "You are surprised, Igne'‘," he said gently,
"at the work trouble has di) i. Never mind, I
shall only he at rest the-84) er. I don't know
what made use come to : you, Agnes, this
night, of all others. lam be married to.auw
row. I came home. ens found that Clara
r
bad su ff ered terribly. She t d not know that I
I.had ev , r loved another; but y.long continued
attentions to her bad won h heart, and upon
my desertion the whole joy 41(1 hope of her life
seemed to pass away. My heart smote me. when
1 looked Nina her, pale face, 611 I resolied to
make what reparaiion lentil 1 . by giving her My
hand, and what of liftl re . ma' s."
Re paused. but - I felt that my voice was full.
•of tears---I .saitl nothing, and he continued; ‘'Api
nes, I know your strength of lore, but your
frame is strong, too; perhaps. you will stuff'
More than I, but you will live longer. 1 wa , t
yon to' promiseuse .otnething, will you; I w' , I'
rend for you when I am dying, and I want y u
to come. Will you come. Agnes, wherever
.ytu
are? Will yol"promise me to eome?" And pu -
ting my Viand in his, I answered. "I will Conte '
and it was to both our souls as if an oath In-,
been spoken. .
Reader, I saw Horace Mann once more. Thrlo
years had pa5 , ..41, and I wn , :ricli i h:ul le: tl
stage, and was residing on my• nun estate.'
lovely . villa in the south of France. I w i
scarcely more than twenty. and still hcautifit ,
though trottble hall wroneht many a thread f
silver in my! jetty hair. I:think my taste in
have been tropical; yon.might have fancied
faisdoir the abode of a Sultana. , A fountain f
pertained waters daneccl,atifl sparkled in its ma -
ble built, in the centre. A glass dosa• open ,
o itr
into a small but choice conservatory, where gr
the Indian aloe, with its broad green leaires; d
gay tropical birds plumed their wings‘., on t e,
,
t ~
Whispering boughs of the Eastern palm. 1, Tin
graceful, little streams flowed amid' hick ntwiy
gram, and 'neath the Eastern trees, half hiddO
in the foliage, stood groups of marble statnar
that you might have dreamed were Fauns a
Hamadryads, the guardian spirits of the amme..,
Arnaud the walls of my fainrite room I H.
hung a few pictutes, small but choice; they w ,
mostly woodland landscapes, with here and tlmi
oite'nf Claude: Lorraine's Italian sunsets, or
head by Perugino. On the other floor were
nf
heavy netting's from the far-famed loono of •
Lidice; and lounges and cushions of Genoa ve -
vet, in crimson and purple, were scatte
around. On one l of those I lay reading, an
listlessly winding round my fingers my unbonn.
hair, when my favorite waiting maid, entail..
the apartment, handed me a letter. I recognis .
the band,' and my fingers trembled as I b . e
the seal, it was long and closely written, but It
will copy it all here. lt ran thus:
"Agnes, My soul's own Agnes:
"Many months lave passed since last we met.
Summers land winters have been braided into
onyears, and stilt my 'heart
heart is your name Wit
ten; not one ',hieroglyphic that yon traced his
been obliterated. Heart and soul, I am what'l
always have boon, yours. I married Clara the
t what of that?
*
am that Agnes
w the struggle,
phed.
wife, even now.
been cast upon
:hall I shut you
stayed there a
next day, and I love ber ve ry much. Can; you
reconcile this with what I have just told yoU?---)
I am yours, as I said; you, even you, my Apes!
are More to me than all the rest of the Luvtiti.--1
But it is something to feel we can make anither:
human being entirely. happy.
a! tfd yoi Clara was, aoriow-struck, i and
diooping. • Well, after our marriage, she
,bright ,
sued up in my presence, as a wood-fioweir,beat'4.
en down by the- wind and rain, but yet noi,
ernahed; -revives •in the calm glow of thil mut
, shine. Son she regained her health, and I ba
r lave aregrew dear to' s. man own sister. My
own health war foiling rim then, sad for Wray
•
B. P. SLOAN, DIVA
NUMBER 34,
ere is no need of the sun by day or the
•
night.
›.s, it is weeks Since I wrote the above.
Genoa then; you will see by the post
an at Florence now. Ihave a isioalis
my Agnes; come quickly, add Dim OK
dme here. I was tabeskuni* al at Ga
it I travelled here by easy amps,. and as,
wilting, propped by the pillows, ts ,munmen
tuy dying bed! Do not start, 4,ws, or
riteep! lam a happy man. lam ritiqg
, ere there will he,no More pickup's; ear
, home to a friend, whonta know; a Re
'irkom I trust.. You must meet me, Ag
all wait for you, and you must coils
itnediately, for you have -rowed to stead
Ong bed., My soul will wait for yea;
tut die till you are here! Come the
for I am in haste to begone!
Id I had a mission for'yon. I give Pan
are She was an - . orphan Alm I Wier-
Imd she' has no on.l left, to care for her.
good, gentle little being, but not *
man like you. You . can guide her, yea
for her, for I know you have hit she
ton will promise me to stay with her se
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quickly,
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to your
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otage
long as
but little
dear to
Heaven
but of in
ihe- shall 'seed your care:' Sit how'
;of our past—nothing, save that yen are
lie. and-I
; have .sent forou. 'God is
less you. Agnes, not o hms chiming
loving,txmie (picky! •
f ! :"HORACII MANN."
ys More and I stepped from my tra y - ; „. -
'age at the door of a. beautiful halm
was an earthly paradise, I saw,_ in the
pse I had as I hurried up the steps.—
h
housekeeper met me at the door.
are been expected; ma'am, ' she re-
t 1
y,master is just alive!"
ere iu that pleasantly furnished room
than villa,l saw Horace Mann uses
f* the la st time. He-was handsomer "
but his face wore the beauty - of an ill
urge eyes were gnetuthly in their
'pito d
cling can
villa. It
faint glin
An Engli
"Yon
plied; "a
And t 1 I
in the t
store, ant
than eves
1. Ili
ges. ..e gth.
bsightners, and on his forehead sat a radiance as
of heavenly glory.
whole face kindled as he saw me, 11411 a
stiaile.of welcome played around his lips. He
stretched forth his hand: .
"You are in time, Agnes," he said; "I knew.
You would bc--1. Was waiting *you. Willy
care for her?" and with his thip i tinges he. pods
tell to Clans, who was kneeli g in a stupor of
grief, at the bed's foot.
1 "Yes, Horace," I answered, with faltetini
sice and filling eyes, "as long as she has need
me!" a i i
-"God ble ss you, darling," he whisperedient
derly,' d then he closed his eyes as if ismow.
"Agnes;' he said once mote, "you will hd in
that little desk what I have-meant for you. You
Janet looi..for it when I am gone, and vie it of
ten. Yon will come Agnes, I know it.
loiveth His beloved sl eep.'Think of that, mod
; be comforted, when lam lying low. SitAknon
now', Agnes, and take my hand in yours, ad
sing some grand old hysyn,.... Good-bye,dasher'
I took has hand in min e , and I sat losside
I steadied my nerved and my roil:lB,l64in:
beck tile tears, and I sang that spend old hymn,
"Saviour, when in dust to thee. "Before I had
fioished,l the hand I held in mine grew odd: the
dark, eyes elosed—Horace Mannwas deed.
We busied hint there in mannylisilyrtwe plac
ed a Ake stone et his head, and on that stone
was graven—"He giveth His beloved .aleepl"
The gift be hid left , for me, was the pooket
Bible which had been his constant
_ _
At first I prized it for his rate—then it
far dearer for its own—for it ha; 'guided ay
footsteps in the path which will cm lasso
home to heaven, and hi m !
I watched over Clara fct his sake, wog the
tbrobbings of her great grief grew still; and than,
still young and beautiful, she went forth to
gladden another heart, another home; sad sten&
mg now, among her husband and her childish,
I k n o w no t wh e ther her lips usirmar, amidst.
fail, the name of the dead.
I am old now, but my life is calm sad luggz ;
I am looking forward to that day, not
off; when I AO stand by Romee's side i*
von, and putting my .band in hie, ethiepee—
,,Here am I, mybeloved—l have bust le* Oi
ly, through all.'
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