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of the finest on the Upper Mississippi. So ends my
Original. proxy sketch of Alton, to which my pen has, no doubt, THE WALK OF BERNARDIN DE ST. PIERRE. done more justice than it would have done, had I visited that great emporium in person; and if this scrap should
Who of us can read without emotion, and not read meet the eye of my Alton friend, I trust that his spirit again with interest, the life and troubles of Paul and will be appeased. This is my last sketch bearing date Virginia? What a delightful picture of friendship! at Saint Louis. My next letter will be written on
What an interesting description of love commencing in board of the steamer which bears me on my way to the childhood, and continuing until death! What a frightful
representation of ambition, which destroys two families A visit to Saint Louis will well repay the traveller that Providence had brought together to assist each other. either from the north or south, whose route takes him How can we avoid blaming Madame De la Jour, and past the mouth of the Ohio; and there are few going interesting ourselves for Paul, and weeping for Virginia. from New Orleans to the north, or from Pittsburg to
Ambitious mothers may hence receive a lesson, while it New Orleans, who cannot spare four days for that pur- portrays, in affecting colors, the attachment of their pose. By stopping at the mouth of the Ohio, and taking
domestics. the first boat passing to Saint Louis, (and six or eight
This work has been translated into several languages, boats pass daily,) they can reach Saint Louis in thirty and its author has had the pleasure of seeing it pehours, stay there a day, and return in fifteen hours, and rused as far as the distant rivers whence he took his at an expense of ten dollars up from the mouth, and picture. Bernardin de Saint Pierre, after having painted eight down. Such an opportunity at so slight a sacri- the riches of nature, wished to gratify his readers by a fice of time and money, should not be suffered to escape ble life, and accordingly commenced his Indian Cottage.
picture of felicity that he had found in private and humunimproved by passing travellers. There are five papers published here, and two daily.
Devoted to this work, he felt that it was only in the The commercial newspapers of this city rank among the midst of fields that he should be able to give to it all that first in the Union. Literature is little cultivated here, coloring and truth, which can only be drawn from nature. although there are societies for mutual improvement
He left Paris, and took up his abode in the village of among young men.
Etoile, situated between the Seine and the forest of Literature is the fruit of leisure ; leisure is an exotic not yet transplanted to the West, Sennart. His home was in a castle which was owned and all men and communities are too busy to think of by an opulent man of high rank, one whose happiness repose: that will come the next generation, and then
was heightened by an association with the most distinliterary tastes will naturally be cultivated; they will not guished artists and writers of the day. Saint Pierre's be forced. Literature is a drug in a commercial town,
room being in a wing of the castle, it was separated and a literary man is considered, by business men, a sort
from the and formed a delightful retreat. From one of distinct genius, whom they regard with mingled sur
window was beheld the village of Corbeil, with its beauprise and pity. In a busy mart not far from Saint Louis, tiful environs, and from the other, part of an immense a gentleman who had gained some literary eminence, forest, which contrasted beautifully with the rich and was warmly recommended to a cashiership, but was varied plain through which the Seine flows, bearing on rejected by the board of directors, (who were merchants) its glassy bosom, to the capital, the productions of the on the declared plea that he was an author, and, there most fertile provinces of France. fore, unfit for business. There is no political newspaper
Sometimes, Saint Pierre seated upon the banks of the here of importance.
river, would give himself up to the charms of a deep A broker charged me twelve per cent, to-day, on the revery, at others, he would ramble towards the forest Orleans bank bills. The Mississippi and Alabama rail of Sennart, and gratify his love of nature, by viewing road money is not worth so much blotting paper: men
the ravines and wild scenery he met in his way. are laughed at for presenting it; and although accounts This walk had more attraction for him than any other : have recently appeared in the papers that the bills will here, his imagination could assimilate each scene and now be redeemed, yet this announcement has created no object to the sloping hills and silent deserts of Africa, confidence.
where he had so often meditated upon the gorgeous beauLouisiana money is little better than Mississippi. ties of creation. Three years ago, the traveller could go from one end of
If he walked in a pleasant valley, crossed by a limthe Union to the other, without becoming the victim of pid stream, he found himself in the Isle of France, near usurers, or annoyed by the differences of exchange ; be- the river of Latiniers. If he climbed a hill covered with cause he carried with him those blessings to a traveller old trees, from which he saw the clock of the village, it in the United States, the bills of the United States Bank. brought again to his fancy the hills of Port Louis, from Now, alas! there is one universal chaos, froin Maine to which he could see the church of Pamplemousses : if be Louisiana, in the currency. Every fifty miles the tra met, at a short distance from each other, two cottages veller is shaved anew; the bills received at his last stop- of shepherds, he stopped and beheld the dwellings of ping-place, will not pass at his next; and every petty Magueritte and Madame De la Jour, while the echoes town, fursooth, will accept none other than its own bank resounding from the cries of the woodmen and swains, paper. Vive la bagatelle.
seemed to repeat the dear names of Paul and Virginia. J. H. I. One day in autumn, when the rising of the sun gave the
THE WALK OF BERNARDIN DE SAINT PIERRE.
premise of a clear and beautiful day, Saint Pierre, He then pointed to a fine hound, and told him to go attracted by its charms, left the village of Etoile to walk to one that had been a friend to them. The dog obeyed, in the forest, without remarking the road he took and laid himself at the feet of the author of Paul and Wrapped
the beauties of the landscape, it was not Virginia. 'till fatigue and hunger recalled him to the recollection Saint Pierre was not able to resist his emotion, and of his home, he then found that he had wandered so expressed his surprise. “ It is all in chance, too,” said far from his accustomed path, that all traces of return one, " that Bernardin Saint Pierre, lost in the woods, were lost in the labyrinths of the forest, while he per should receive the caress of Fidele." ceived by the rays of the sun, which shone less obliquely “Never,” in his turn, cried the happy old man, caresupon his head, that the day was far advanced. Having sing the hound, " never shall I experience a delight so seated himself under a large oak, which was surrounded pure, so deeply felt,; but all this attention, and the by an elevation of turf, the sound of a huntsman's horn, li happiness with which I am surrounded, cannot make and the cries of hounds were heard to approach, and me forget that I am two leagues from Etoile, and that shortly after several Piqueurs and Gardes de chasse, who' my friends there, must be in a state of great anxiety. had started the game, arrived at the place where he Permit me, then, to quit your society, and return to the rested. He inquired of them the road to Etoile. chateau which I left this morning. All that I ask of
“You are very far from it," answered one of them; you is, for some one to accompany me through the “there are at least two leagues between you and your forest, that I may not again be lost.” home.”
“I offer you my horse,” said one of the hunters," and “Two leagues," exclaimed the old man. “I shall will escort you myself.” never be able to reach it. I am weary, hungry and “No! no!" added another," my caleche is in the thirsty.” None knew who he was, but his venerable road. I will take you to the chateau.” countenance, his long white hair spread over his shoul “ You have no need of horse or caleche," said the ders, and the sound of his voice was so imposing, that negroes.
“We have arms strong enough to carry our each was eager to offer him a part of what he possessed. friend, and we will prove to him that we are all full
He was told that the gentlemen of the neighborhood Domingos." At the same time, they broke branches had united in a hunting party, and their halt was under from the trees, of which they formed a litter, covering it the oak tree, where they were seated. During this the with moss, and ornamenting it with leaves. They placed hunters arrived to celebrate their success by a rural Saint Pierre in it, and carried the precious burden on repast.
their shoulders. As they went along they made the They all saluted the stranger, but none appeared to forest ring with sounds of joy, and the reiterated applause know him. They invited him to sit among them, and of all, who found, again, in this delightful sight, all that paid him every attention, when a hunter, a rich banker the author of Paul and Virginia had written with so of Paris, riding at full speed to participate in the plea-i much charm. sures of the halt, stopped all at once upon discovering the
Having arrived at the chateau, Saint Pierre related stranger, and exclaimed, “Whom do I see! Mons. all that had taken place during his ramble, and easily Saint Pierre ?" At this name they all surrounded the obtained the pardon of his friends. He obliged the celebrated man,
and congratulated themselves on the negroes to rest, but could not offer such feelings any agreeable rencontre, but none expressed more pleasure recompense--he declared that of all the pleasure he had than the black men who formed part of the equipage of received from Paul and Virginia, there was none that the chase, and who, having been a long time in France, could bear any comparison with this he now enjoyed. had read Paul and Virginia.
He requested them to leave the litter as the dearest They at first respectfully regarded Saint Pierre as the
monument of his glory, and in showing it to the young friend of the blacks, their eloquent defender, then all students who sought his friendship, he said to them, at once they rushed forward and surrounded him. How can any one fear the thorns he may meet with Neither the respect he inspired, nor the weakness he
on entering the road to Parnassus, or the length or felt, could prevent their kissing his clothes, and his long fatigue of the route, when he has the hope of one day hair—and the venerable philanthropist, who, but a few resting under such a shelter.” minutes before, a wanderer and alone, now found himself surrounded by those who vied with each other to
In benevolent natures, the impulse to pity is so sudserve him. Never was a halt so delightful. Guiety and den, that, like instruments of music which obey the wit were united to friendship. Saint Pierre gave himself touch, the objects which are fitted to excite such impresup to enjoyment. How brilliant and expressive all hesions, work so instantaneous an effect, that you would said ! Every word was remembered and repeated, while think the will was scarce concerned, and that the the colored people, placing themselves behind bim, dis-, mind was altogether passive in the sympathy which puted the honor of serving him.
her own goodness has excited. The truth is, the soul " It is my right,” said one of them. “I am the oldest is, generally, in such cases so busily taken up, and of all, and I am named Domingo. That name is a wholly engrossed by the object of pity, that she does name of honor. It is on that account I am named
not attend to her own operations, or take leisure to Domingo, and my wife is called Marie; my dog, also, examine the principles upon which she acts.-Stern's is named Fidele."
BY ROBERT HAMILTON.
of the island. Like a wild deer he leaped ashore, and E DITH OF G L ENG Y LE.
the next instant was lost in the gloom of a mountain corrie.
Was it to join his brother chieftains in the hour of
battle? Was it to hunt the eagle in his mountain eyry, CHAPTER I.
that thus so eagerly sped the youthful Ronald ? No! Night was on the waters. The blue sails of the star- but to meet the blue-eyed Edith, the sun-burst of bis studded heavens were occasionally mottled by white soul. Opposed to the father by the most inveterate clouds, which, rising in the boundless horizon, and bonds of hatred—for the younger brother of Ronald had careering on the wings of the invisible winds, seemed fallen in a feudal skirmish with the clansmen of Glengyle, like angel visitants, soaring upwards, again, from earth, who a proud and powerful chieftain, was strongly incensed to the regions of the beautiful. The bosom of the ocean against the house of Ronald, which disputed his title to lay as placid as the sweet face of a sinless, sleeping babe The Lord of the Isles, it was only hy stealth be could -not a ripple broke its mirrored surface, or if there did, obtain an interview with the object of his affections, the it looked as a dream ruflling the slumber of a mighty daughter of his implacable enemy. Such was the time beauty. Peace had spread her mantle over all. Not a selected for the scene we have just narrated. We will sound disturbed the holy silence, nor could creation have not detain the reader by a useless detail of the secrecy looked more lovely on the first night of its virgin birth. | and danger with which the youthful chieftain stole From the broad blue waters rose abruptly the high and to the society of his love. Suffice it, they met. On the rocky island of Canna, in the western highlands of Scot- very summit of a rugged rock were the lovers seated. land, formed of rough and precipitous crags, with scarcely In the exuberance of their joy, they dreamed not of a vestige of verdure on their frowning fronts, but thickly danger. The still hour of midnight seemed to hallow inhabited by the gannet and other sea-fowls that sojourn with its breath of silence, their words and vows of there in the security of nature's fastnesses. On the endearment. Earth and its sordid feelings were forgotsummit of the island are still to be seen the remains of ten, the stars of the cloudless skies beamed as in brighter an ancient castle which tradition informs us, in early : brilliance on their meeting, and life was, to them, one times, belonged to the family of Glengyle.
garden of bloom and blossom. It was thus, as nature lay in the arms of midnight,
you will be mine, my Edith, through weal and that a small speck was seen to rise on the distant verge through woe, through danger and peril, 'till the chill of the horizon, and gradually increasing in size, at length hand of death shall sever us?” exclaimed the impasassumed the form of a boat or pinnace. Nearer and sioned youth, as he pressed to his bosom the true and nearer it approached, 'till the figures of two men were blushing girl. distinctly visible. The first, who, from the sound of his “Can you ask it, Ronald ?" replied she. “Have I voice, seemed to direct the movements of the other, was not plighted my faith before the presence of my Goda young man of about twenty years of age. His face before him unto whom all secrets are known? Yes, my was perfect in every lineament, that betokened man- Ronald, thine 'till mine eyes are dim in death.” And hood's make, yet commingled with those traits of beauty as she uttered these words she extended her right hand that arise from the virtuous spirit that lights its fire to Heaven, and looking upwards, seemed to call to within. His hair was dark and glossy, and fell in mat- witness, the spirits of the just, who looked smilingly, as ced ringlets down his broad and manly shoulders, over it were, from every star that gemmed the floor of the which was thrown a dark green Tartan plaid, the folds eternal paradise. were fastened on the left shoulder with a massive gold “I do believe thee!" fervently rejoined Ronald, " and broach, while his lower garments displayed the kelt or look here,” he added, " receive this as the symbol of philabeg so peculiar to the Celtic character in days of our eternal faith," at the same moment unclasping the yore—from his waist were suspended two silver inlaid broach that bound the folds of his Tartan. The maiden pistols, while a short dirk, most richly mounted, comple- received the token, and placing it in her bosom-fell in ted his warlike equipments. On his brow was placed tears--but tears of joy, in the arms of her lover. Sud. the peaked Highland bonnet, surmounted by a heron denly a black cloud shot across the disk of the moon, feather. Such was the personage who guided the rud-vivid streaks of flame chequered the horizon. The sulder of the boat, and in a tone that depicted him a man len sound of distant thunder was heard--the wind swept of superior grade, directed the efforts of the other. past with mournful moan-big drops, the precursors of
“To the left, Fergus," shouted he. "See, yonder the the coming tempest, fell heavily around, and gloom pine branch blazes brightly."
usurped, in an instant, midnight's reign of glory. The Highlander looked askance to where a bright
" Ah!"' exclaimed Edith, “ 'tis an evil omen. Take ruddy flame rose on the peak of a crag that towered it, take it back, my Ronald ; the heavens frown in anger high into the heavens, then plied his oar with a stronger upon the gift.” energy, while, with a voice of jocularity, quaintly re “Foolish girl," he exclaimed, “is it for us, alone, marked, "Is it her eyes, or the pine, that burneth bright- think you, that the ruler of the storms seeks now to est ?"
show his anger? In truth, Edith, I deemed you a “Both, both, my cunning vassal,” replied the young maiden of a clearer soul. Old Duncan, the seer of chieftain, Ronald, as the boat bounded against the bank second sight, should only be guilty of such superstition.
Farewell, my loved one; to-morrow, at the accustomed ||“ Follow me!” he cried, and leaving the boat in posseshour, I shall again be with you. Go! the night breeze sion of one of the crew, the party briskly began to ascend will chill thy tender form," and he drew her mantle by a path which led to the castle of Glengyle. The leacloser around her, and imprinted a burning kiss upon her der applied to his lips a small bugle which hung from ruby lips.
his neck by a scarlet riband, and made the glens and the “ Villain!" exclaimed a voice from some
mountains of rugged Canna echo and re-echo again. figure that had been a witness to their meeting, and the The peaks of the island were, in an instant, thronged next moment the crack of a rifle, followed by a deep with the clansmen of Glengyle, arrayed in their bright; groan, told that Ronald was the victim. Like a pan- colored tartan costumes, which showed like a tinteil ther from his ambush, sprung forward the father of forest in the rays of an autumn sun.“ By the mass !" Edith; he rushed furiously to the body of the bleeding : said the captain—" but this is a gallant sight. I should youth, seized it with Herculean strength, and dragging it like to try the prowess of these hardy clansmen. What to the brink of the precipice, hurled it to the depths of say you, Spalatro? what say you, Henriquez ?" the dark deep ocean.
The two persons whom he addressed, were the next in rank on board the vessel-tall, dark-visaged men
scarred and mutilated from the various conflicts in which Three years had rolled away, and all traces of Ronall 'they had been frequently engaged. were effaced, and although suspicion hung heavily on
* Ay, ay,” responded Spalatro, “but their numbers, Glengyle, still no distinct proof had been found to fix Senhor—the hawk wars not with the eagle. The boldest upon him the crime of murder. The young Edith refu- breast must fall before unequal numbers." sing all consolation, and wishing not to implicate her
“Sagely spoken, my son of the billow," replied the father, had renounced the world, and retired to the con
captain, “but Henriquez thinks otherwise. I can tell vent of Innisfail. One morning, at this period of our story, I by the fire that lights his eye, he would not shrink from a small schooner, with every sheet of sail expanded to the conflict." the wooing winds, was seen to enter the waters of Canna.
Henriquez waved aloft his spotless cutlass, and only The pennon that fluttered from her mast, denoted her of replied, “ You say rightly, captain.” A grasp from the Spanish craft, while the bright brass cannon that looked hand of his commander bound them firmer in fellowship. frowningly from her port-holes, told that she was ac
By this time they had reached the summit of the customed “to the battle and the breeze." Her crew
mountain island. The rude fortress of Glengyle stood were attired in a motley mixture of fanciful dresses, while full before them. On the outward wall paraded some their swarthy faces and brawny frames marked them for hundred clansmen, while the centre tower and turrets men to whom blood and peril were the day-deeds of
were thronged with warriors ready to do battle, and their lives. As the gallant vessel rode gaily up the bay, wondering who could be the strangers who thus fearshe made the welkin echo with her brazen throats of lessly broke upon their mountain strong-hold. A strong thunder, and many were the surmises of the islanders oaken gate thickly studded with bolts of iron, but better whence she came and what was her object. Having an
known as the portcullis, precluded all entrance, while, chored directly opposite the castle of Glengyle, a sınall from the wall, hung a rude bugle, formed from the horn boat was lowered from her side, and made directly for the of the Caledonian bull, which, in those days, roamed the shore. It was manned with six seamen, as we have al- monarchs of the Scottish woods. The strangers paused. ready said, arrayed in the richest and most fanciful attire. The strength of the castle, and the formidable array of He who appeared to be the leader of the party, was, warriors, showed that, although accustomed, on their own however, even more gorgeously attired than the others. element, to rove as conquerors, yet here, they must, in On his head he wore a cap of net-work of the brightest submission bend. The captain approached the gate, he crimson, from which, over his left ear, dangled a large seized the horn, “and blew a blast so loud and shrill,” golden tassel-a blue and yellow striped jerkin encased which told he was no stranger to this mode of Highhis body—a snow-white shirt, similar to those worn by land calling. The ponderous gate rose slowly and the Greek sailors, richly embrodiered, hung in thick Glengyle, followed by a numerous retinue, came forth, folds from the waist to the knee; his hose were of the and briefly demanded the stranger's business. deepest scarlet, a short boot or buskin enclosed each
"It is with Glengyle alone I must speak," said the foot, and was bound tightly at the ancle by a large dia- leader of the party—" alone ! free and unguarded-man mond buckle. A tartan scarf was thrown loosely around
to man, must our interview be held." his throat-his dark hair fell in thick masses over his
Glengyle looked around to his followers, who regarded shoulders, while his sun-burnt face and bosom showed the manner and language of their visitor with astonishthat he had been a rover in a sunpier clime. His bearing was bold and daring, while the tone in which he
What-do you fear me?" continued the stranger. gave bis orders to the crew, told that he was accustomed
A deep blush covered the countenance of Glengyle. to command.
A breath had been cast upon the unsullied buckler of “ Look to your arms!" shouted he, as they reached his courage, and his hand involuntarily grasped the bilt the shore, and fastened the boat to a large rock that
of his sword. The followers of the stranger, at the sight lay on the margin of the bay—“look to your arms.
of this, like bloodhounds in defence of their leader, There are sharks here that may show their teeth.” In an instant their cutlusses were gleaming in the air
. sprang forward. The vassals of Glengyle drew their
arrows to the head--they waited but the signal from
their leader, and the next moment the feathered shafts of young Ronald, now the pirate captain, and who, in would have been buried in the bosoms of the rash and return, sought for retribution on the very spot where, fearless crew.
three years before, Glengyle, assassin-like, thought he “Hold !" exclaimed Glengyle. “Never shall it be had destroyed him. said, that by numbers we overcame a foe;" and he The brand of the rover gleamed fiercely in the air; he waved his hand for them to retire. Their bows were spoke not, but looked like the demon of revenge. Glenlowered to earth, the sinews of their arms relaxed, and gyle knew that appeal to his bosom was in vain; he their arrows rattled as they again were returned to their therefore drew from its scabbard his sword-stern and quivers. The captain, with a look, told his followers to savage was the combat that ensued-each in his turn desist. Slowly and reluctantly, as if disappointed in sought to be the victor, but the prowess of young Ronald the dearest calling of their souls, they passed to a dis. prevailed. Glengyle was thrown prostrate to the earth tance, and Glengyle and the stranger stood face to face. --his sword was shivered into many pieces. In the A breathless silence ensued. Conjecture, wonder and savage exultation of revenge, the conqueror dragged him suspicion were busy in the soul of Glengyle. Revenge! to the very precipice from which he himself had been deep, insatiable revenge alone occupied that of the hurled. “Mercy!" shouted Glengyle; With a giant stranger. He was the first to break the silence."
grasp Ronald held him above the waves. A loud shout “You know me not ?” said he, keenly eyeing Glen- rose from the pirate crew, as, from the deck of their
vessel they beheld the figure of their commander thus “No! No traces of your features dwell in my memory, triumphant, although, to them, was the cause unknown. -no sounds of your voice are familiar to my ear,” replied Sense forsook Glengyle; he hung lifeless as a corpse in the chieftain.
the clutch of Ronald. Revenge was gratified; humbled “Indeed! Yet we have met before-we have seen and helpless he had his enemy at his mercy, and mercy the sun-ray kiss the night tears from the heather-we prevailed. He threw the senseless chieftain on the have chased the deer over moor and mountain, and ground, winded his bugle for his comrades, and in an heard the pibroch rise on the gale, as we have shared appeased yet moody spirit of revenge, sought, again, his in the conflict."
bark of blood and battle. “Say you so ?" exclaimed Glengyle. “When—where. I can call no sign to memory to remind me of our meeting."
“ Whither, oh, whither wilt thou roam,
Like a soa-bird seeking an ocean home." “Follow me!" cried the stranger, and he made a motion to move.
When he reached the deck of his vessel, his gallant " Whether ?" said Glengyle.
crew thronged around him, anxious to know the cause " To a spot dear to thy memory and mine.
of the scene they had recently beheld. He spoke not, They passed on the stranger leading the way-and but walked moodily to and fro. The sun was now high though dangerous and intricate, yet from the apparent in the heavens, and a brisk breeze came sweeping along, ease with which he threaded it, he showed that he was curling the face of the ocean. In an instant, as if struck no stranger to the path. On the summit of one of the by some sudden thought, he shouted aloud, “ Heave the crags that overlooked the ocean, he suddenly halted, and anchor, and set all sail!" With the speed of lightning turning to Glengyle, exclaimed, " Here pause we !" and were his orders obeyed, and like a thing of light and as he spoke he looked on the broad, bright sky, then on happiness she bounded across the waters.
On her prow the face of the boundless deep, where, like an albatross stood Ronald, gazing to the south, as if in expectation slumbering in its ocean cradle, his gallant bark swung of some object which should strike upon his eye. With by its deep-imbedded anchor. “Oh, God!” he exclaim- nove held he converse, and seldom and few were his
scene of my youthful happiness, bitter remembran- orders. Just as the god of day was descending in his cer of my blighted hopes;" and like a child he sobbed car of glory, the solitary and storm-beaten abbey of Innisheavily in the agony of soul.
fail rose upon the sight. For the first time did be move Glengyle regarded him with wonder and distrust. from his position, and with hurried steps hastened below. The memory of the past was busy within him, and In an instant he agnin returned, relieved of his weapons remorse and terror clung to his heart like coiled serpents of warfare, and with a smile of joy beaming on his face. around their victim.
The vessel had now neared the shore. At the command of " To what purpose are we here?" asked Glengyle- Ronald, was the anchor given to the deep, and accompa“why this emotion ?"
nied by two of his crew, his favorite Spaniards, Spalatro "Canst thou ask ?" replied the stranger, in the most and Henriquez, landed on the holy island. At once he bitter accents of reproach. “Thou! destroyer of my directed his steps to the abbey. The vesper hymn was peace, thou! blighter of my bower of beauty. Look sweetly rising on the wings of evening. The grey twihere!" and he franticly tore open the garment that light was drawing her veil across the face of the waters, covered his bosom, and to the horror-stricken vision of and the dashing waves rose in mournful murmurs on the Glengyle, displayed the mark of a fearful, although now ear. Slowly and alone he approached the building; one closed wound.
solitary taper from a little casement, mingled its melanGlengyle started back in horror. The past was fright- choly beam with the receding day and coming night, like fully clear before him; it looked like the dead returned the fading eye of departing mortality. Ronald's heart to life, and he gazed mute and motionless upon the figure was softened. Boyhood's years were again before him,