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MEMORY'S TEARS.
Who has not seen, nor strove in vain
The tears of Memory oft to hide—
And, striving, has not wept again
While yet more deep their bosom sighed,
That something was which now is not;
That was not, cannot be forgot?
The hopeless thoughts of future joys
E'er swell the heart and fill the eyes,
To see that Time or Death destroys
The dearest, fairest 'nesth the skies;
We weeping cense ; but oft, so dear
They be, the future claims a tear.
To weep is but to view, decayed,
The source of pleasure, light and love,
That once was joy to see arrayed.
And now but hope to meet above ;
And though we strive, we would not wean
From Memory every bosom scene.
In deep retreats of solitude,
Where fancy with oblivion vies,
'Tie oft in melancholy mood,
Neglected memories arise;
And then and there the "things that were,"
liedim the eyes with many a tear.
2 faoob 9torn.
ONCE TOO OFTEN ;
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The Coquette's Last Experiment.
BY SYLVANUS COBB, JR
'Be careful, Arabella. You may try the ex
periment once too often. Philip Lebrun is a
good young man, and he_will make a kind and
true husband. If you will take my advice,
you will leave your coquetry, and—"
"Fahey 1" cried Arabella Fane, tossing her
head and clapping her hands impatiently.—
"You are talking nonsense, Aunt Mary. What
do you suppose I care for such lessons. Of
the dozen lovers that. have been at my feet,
within the past two years, there is not one that
I could not call back by a mere nod."
"You fiirget, Arabella. Some of them have
formed new attachments; .and I. think One or
two of them are married."
"Ani 1 am perfectly wilting to let them go.
Of course. I am not to run after married men.
But you don't know how delightful it is to
feel that you hold a strong man like an infant
is your grasp. I declare, when I think of it,
I take real comfort. I feel like a soldier who
who has won many battles, and captured and
paroled many prisoners."
"But you love Philip Lebrun, my niece ?"
"Well perhaps so enough to manage
him."
"Ah, Arabella, I tell you, this will end un
happily for you somewhere. Itcannot be other
wise. If you would think for a moment o
the unhappiness you are causing."
"There !—Don't preach any more, aunt.—
Ah—here comes my dress-maker."
Arabella Fane was an orphan, having lost
both her parents when she was quite young.—
Her father had left her in possession of a few
thousand dollars, and had left his maiden sister,
Mary, to take care of. her, Aunt Mary had
done her duty as well as she could. She had
given her niece a good education ; had intro.
duced her into good society ; and had been
careful of her morals. But Arabella was a
vain girl, and her vanity spoiled her. She was
handsome—by some she was thought beautiful
and as she was supposed to possess property, it
is no wonder that she had lovers. People
knew that she was a coquette, and yet the
young men did flee from her. Her society had
a charm for them, and her smiles were winning.
One after another confessed his love, hoping
that he might win the proud .beauty for him
self; and one after another was dismissed in
pain and humility. And she counted her con
quests with increasing pride.
Aunt Mary left the room, and presently af
terwards the dress-maker entered. This dress.
maker was a pretty girl, named Mabel Brown.
She, too, was an orphan ; but not so fortunate
an orphan, the world thought, as bad been Ar
abella Pane. Mabel had been left poor, and
had been for years obliged to earn her own liv
lag- She came from a distant town when quite
young, and had since found a home with a wo
man who had, in former years, been a friend of
her mother. Mabel was not so tall as Arabella,
and not so calculated to attract attention; but
there were many people in Montfern who de
clared that she was more lovely, and more
beautiful, that was the coquette. At all events,
let the comparison go as it would, there could
be but one opinion touching Mabel Brown's
character. She was good, and she was true;
and the manly hearts of Montfern regarded her
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as something too pure and trusting to be trifled
with.
"Now, Mabel," said Arabella, "you must
prepare yourself to do your best. 1 must look,
grand next week. A new man is coming to
Montfern. It is said, and I believe upon good
authority, that aian worth a hundred thousand
dollars isisoon to be with us; and I think he is
un married."
"I heard some such thing," returned Mabel,
as she took a seat by the window.
' "Aye," added Arabella ; "and I heard more.
He intends to purchase a place here. Some
say he has been up to look at the mansion in
Oak Grove."
"But what can he want of a mansion like
that if he is unmarried ?" suggested Mabel.
"Ah—he may think that it is time he was
married. A hundred thousand dollars.—
Mercy ! what a prize that would be. And he
will be here next week. Ah, Mabel, you must
outdo yourself on this dress."
Mabel Brown looked up in surprise; but she
made no reply, further than to promise that she
would do as well as she could. She saw the
turn of the coquette's thoughts, and she was
shocked.
In the evening the door-bell was rung
Aunt Mary and Arabella were both out, and
the servant was away. Mabel Brown was alone
in the sitting-room, still at work with her nee
dle. When the bell rang the second time she
arose and went to the door. Philip Lebrun
was there. He asked for Arabella. She had
gone out to do some shopping, but would prob
ably be in very shortly. Philip said he would
come in and wait ; and of course Mabel was
obliged to conduct him to the sitting-room.
Philip Lebrun was a professor in the Aca
demy of Montfern. His parents were both
dead, and he had been a resident of , the town
only three years, having come directly from
college to accept the chair he , now filled. He
was four-and-twenty years of age, possessing a
strong,-healthy,constitution, andlifted- by na
ture with all those qualities of mind and person
which go to make the true man.
Of course he talked with Mabel ; and finally,
after the ice of reserve was broken, he asked
her where she came from.
She ■aid she was born in Waterville, and
that she lived th - e're Until she was ten years
old.
"In Waterville!" cried Philip. - "Mabel
Brown— born in Waterville !' Was Walter
Brown your father ?"„
"Yea, air." •
"And Sarah Brown your aunt ?"-
"Yea, sir."
"Then you used to be my little sister. Af
ter my mother died I lived with your aunt. I
was then twelve years old, and you were eight.
Am 1 not right ?"
"Yes, sir," replied Mabel. She trembled
as she spoke, for the old memories deeply
moved her.
"And you are my little sister," murmured
Philip, gazing more directly into her face, than
he had before done. "Ab, Mabel, those were
childhood's days. You and I hay* had trials
in our short lives; and I trust that our trials
have been well' fur us. I have noticed you
often in the street, and I have looked at you
in church; 'and though I faneied there was
something familiar in your features, yet I did
not thing of this. Did you mistrust it?"
"Yes, sir. I knew that you were the Philip
who used to play with me in those other
years."
"And yet you did not tell me."
"How could I, sir ? Aly walk was not your
walk."
"Tut, tut. But never mind. I see it now."
For half an hour after that the two sat, for
getting the late years, and only remembering
the childhood scenes of which they talked.—
At the end of that half hour Arabella and her
aunt returned. The tall beauty joked her lover
upon being found enjoying such a tete-a-tete ;
and this prevented him from revealing the dis
covery he had made.
At a late hour Philip was preparing to take
his leave. Be held Arabella by the hand, and
asked her if she would now answer the ques
tion.
With much apparent surprise she asked him
what question she meant.
He asked her if she would be his wife. He
bad told her how much he loved her; he had
offered her his hand and his heart; and he bac
promised that he woul4 &vote his best ener
gies to her happiness through life.
Arabella Fane knew that be loved her; and
she knew that of all,the offers that had been
laid at her disposal, this one came from the
best and truest man.
"Pooh !" she said, with a light laugh, "don't
think of marrying yet, Mr. Lebrun. I haven't
had time to think. Really, you must not press
me now. At some other time you may ask me
again."
"But, Arabella, you do not consider. This
love which I offer you is an earnest one; and
the union which I seek is for life. I want no
light, trifling sentiment in answer to the deep
devotion I am ready to pledge. If you can
ever know my heart, you must know it now.—
Arabella, do you love me?"
"Why—l ought to. You are very attentive,
and very kind, and have thus far been very
obedient, and I should be a brute if I did not
love you a little. But, as for marrying, I must
have time to consider."
"How long?"
"0, don't, pray, be, so precise. You frigh
ten me. lam not so strong as you are. Don't
say any more about marrying for—for—two
weeks, at least."
And Philip went away with this unsatisfac
iitry answer ; and before he went to sleep that
night a very dangeroub thought found its way
into his mind—dangerous, because it was a
vain wish. He wished that Arabella was more
like Mabel Brown. There was something so
mild, so gentle, so truthful, and so confiding in
the character of Mabel. He had seen it, even
in that short hour.
Arabella Fane loved Philip Lebrun as well
as she could Jove anybody; and she loved him
better than she had loved any of her other
suitors; and, furthermore, be promised to make
a very good match ; for his present salary was
not only a good one, but a man of his intellec
tual powers and physical vigor could not help
rising in the world. At all events, she would
take him if she could find nothing better.
On Monday of the following week there was
a new arrival in town. A gentleman, who re
gistered his name as Ambrose Merrill; stopped
at the hotel, and engaged rooms. He had come
to invest money. He had already purchased
ten thousand dollars' worth of stock in the
great Central Railroad; and he had invested a
-like amount in the Lake' Shore road. This was
known very well by the old lawyer of Montfern,
and by hialit was, communicated to the people.
In a few days Mr. Merrill- had purchased -one ,
half of the water. power at:the falls for..eil.ht
thousand dollars, taking with it someitwo4 hun
dred acres of valuable land. And it was soon
known that he was negotiating for the Oakgrove
Mansion, which was by far the most , agreeable
and pleasant, as well as the most costly, dwel
ling in Montfern.
Mr. Merril was a middle•aged man, and very
good looking. In fact, he was handsome.—
His hair curled; and his features were classic;
and his eye was bright; and he dressed men
and fashionably.
Was be married ?
A great many people asked this question.
No. He was still a single man. He had
been so driven with business all his life that he
had no opportunity to marry.
There was a great party in Menden'. and
Arabella Pane was the belle of the evening.
She did not come with Philip, but rode up in a
friend's carriage. Several times, before the
dancing commenced, did Philip Lebrun ap
proach her, but she slighted him, and turned
him off. Later, she was in company with Mr.
Merrill, and was using every art to appear joy
ous and beautiful. She danced with him, and
flirted with him, and allowed him to hold her
fan and bouquet.
"Is not Philip Lebrun paying attention to
that lady 7" asked Merrill. He spoke to a
gentleman with whom he bad become slightly
acquainted.
"Yes, sir," was the answer.
"What sort of a girl is she?"
"A. mean, vain coquette," emphatically re
spondel the gentleman; "and the sooner Le
brun opens his eyes to the truth, the better i
will be for him. I think she has already se
her trap in another direction."
"Ali?"
"Yes, sir. If she is not false to all the past,
she is after you."'
Mr. Merrill laughed, and walked away; and
pretty soon afterwards he saw Arabella again
repulse Philip Lebrun.
"How now, Philip ?" cried 'Merrill. He
spoke familiarly, and clapped his hand upon
(he young man's shoulder.
"Ah—Mr. Merrill, is this you ?"
"Certainly. But this is not you. Why,
Philip. where are your miles !"
"Don't ask me."
“A.h a ..-1 see. You are a victim, my boy.
You are in toils of a coquette. Don't repulse
me, Philip. I have seen enough.” There
was something kind, and almost fatherly, in
the tone, and the young man extended his
hand.
"I fear you are right. I was never so griev
ed before."
"But you can be a man ?"
"Yes."
"A mean, miserable trifler like that canoe
crush you ?"
"No. If she can cast me off, I will thank
God that I escaped ber."
"Good, my boy ! But, have you noticed—
she seems to be setting her trap for me."
"Ah, cried . Philip, opening his eyes; "your
reported wealth dazzles her."
"Perhaps so."
"Then let us see how far she will go.
When the party was over, Mr. Merril! of:
fered to escort Arabella home, and she accep
ed the offer gladly. At her door she asked
him to call and see her. She said her.aunt
would like to make his acquaintance.. Ile
promised that he would do so. Ou the very
next day he called, and Arabella went to ride
with him. She wus all animation. ; and gaiety,
and did her utmost to please and entertain. But
she was not more entertaining then was her
companion. He had travelled much, had seen
much of the world, and was, moreover gilted
with the rarest social powers. In short, he
was about as dazzling for a man, as Arabella
was for a woman.
When Arabella returned from her ride, her
aunt chided her, and told her that she 'was
wrongingyhilip Lebrun.
"Nonsense !" cried the coquette. "What
do I care for Philip Leburn! Mr. Merrill is
worth a score of poor professors. 0, if I can
capture this man, I shall be content. Only
think over a hundred thousand dollars That
is a man worth catching."
Aunt Mary turned away in sorrow; for she
knew there would be no use in arguing.
That evening, at a late hour, Philip Leburn
called, and A.rabella treated him coldly.
"Arabella, you do not love me."
"I leave you.to be the judge, Mr. Lebrun."
Philip arose and,took his hat. A few weeks
before such an event would have paralyzed him;
but,,siuce,then variety of circumstances 'had
transpired ; all calculated to prepare his mind
for this thing. A few moments he felt pained,
as by the falling of some heavy stroke, and
then. came a,sense of relief.
"Arabells," he said, calmly and deeply, "I
have loved you truly and well, and I offered
you my band and heart. You have wickedly
trodded upon my affection, and you have play
ed the traitor to my heart. May your next
victim be as well prepared to drop unharmed
from your hands as I am. Henceforth we are
as strangers."
And he went away without more words
And how was it with Arabella? Did she
feel any remorse ? Not at all. Had it not
been for the appearance of Mr. Merrill upon the
stage, she might have toyed along with her
old lover for some time longer; and it is not
impossible that she might have concluded to
become his wife; for the stock of available
lovers in Mon tfern had become very slim for
her. As it was, her head was full of Ambrose
Merrill, and his heaps of gold, and she dismis
sed the poor professor without a pang.
Philip Lebrun again met the girl who had
been the little sister of his childhood. He
talked with her again of those other times;
and finally he asked her if she would not renew
the love and Confidence of those earlier years.
She would have done violence to her own heart
if she had refused. In a little while Philip
was as happy as a man could be; and as. he
gazed into the sweet, mild face of Mabel Brown,
with its smiles of beauty, and its light,of holy
truth and love, he wondered how Arabella
Fane could have so enchained him.
Ab-the love and the confidence of earlier
years were not only renewed, but the strength
and depth of maturer years were added; and
she who was happy to be called Philip's sister,
felt happier far when she had promised that he
should sometime call her, WIFE.
A ring at the door; and Mr. Merrill was
announced. Arabella received him in the par
lor.
He had come to bid her good-bye,, and to
thank her for the kind attention she had shown
him.
"But—Mr. Merrill—you are not going from
Mondern ?"
"Yes. Business calls me away."
"But you will return I"
"Not to stop. I came on business—the busi
nese is completed, and now I must away."
"Indeed," grasped Arktbella, turning pale,
itrugglincr to, appear balm, "I did not expect
What will you do with your property 1"
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"Property ?"
"I mean the property you have brought here.'
"0, you flatter me. I have brought no pro
perty for myself, lady. I have expended about
a hundred thousand dollars in safe and profita
ble investments; but not for myself. I am
but an agent, with a very limited salary. Ha,
ha—it is wonderful how an appearance of wealth
helps a man. My employer is a modest young
man—an orphan—who commenced life by cut
ting his own path up the hill. A rich old un
cle died and bequeathed tohim nearly two hund
red thousand dollars. I was that uncles agent,
and the fortunate nephew has seen fit-to retain
me in the service."
"Will the young-11)4moms to Montfern r
asked Arabella, ilia iihisper.
•
"He is Imre; lady!'
"When did, he come r"
"He ham lived here sometime. He is a pro
fessor in the Academy. His name is PHILIP
LEBRUN."
Arabella sank back in ber seat, and Mr. Mer
ril took his leave.
On the following Sabbath Philip Lebrun
4nd Mabel Brown were married.
Arabella Pane had received a shock from
which she could not esaily recover. She had
a fever—a long, tedious fever—and when she
arose from her bed she looked to be an old
woman. She had received and refused her
last offering 'of marriage; and while those with
whose affections she had trifled were living
pleasantly in homes where true love kept the
heart warm, she was dwelling alone—first, an
object of pity; and, finally, an object of charity.
Politicians live more in their epigrams than
in their enactments.
Love at first sight often leads to marriage
with the eyes shut.
There is more death on this side the grave
than on the other.
You may make music on a tombstone when
you have made dissonance in thelife.
He tliii`rnles his spirit May be gentler than
he who has no spirit to rule.
It is bliss to learn lessons in love, for`woman
is our teacher.
A man of wit would be often embarrassed
without the company of fools.
.Parties .at a dead lock should extricate them
selves without a skeleton key.
The earth is exceedingly dirty, but the sea
is very tidy
Your wife cannot have been too dearly won,
if you and she are dearly one.
Admit no guest into your soul that the faith
ful watch-dog in your bosom barks at. ~
In navigating the sea of life, carefully avoid
the breakers—especially the heart-breakers.
The music of most performers should be like
the famous music of the spheres—never heard.
It is more important to discover a new source
of happiness on earth than anew planet in the
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-` N.. 4 cannot behold the proportions of the
great ship of the universe, for we are shut up
in the hold.
He can hardly be prepared to enter the world
of spirits who trembles at the thought of en
countering a solitary ghost.
Calmness is favorable to success : the white
heat, though less flashing than the red, is in-
tenser in its power
Our young men have no need to wait for the
sky to fall; they have too many "larks" al
ready.
The Devil is said to be lame, and that, we
suppose, is the reason - why even the slowest
people often catch the devil.
Dryden says, that, "if straw can tickle a
man, it is to him an instrument of happiness."
Tickle his nose with it, and see.
There is no doubt, that, of all the states,
the one in which the most earnest heart-prayers
are, offered up for the Union is the state of sin
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