ted him to accompany them home, in the event of her daughter's illness assuming a more serious form, before the family physician could be sent for.

behalf. She accordingly fancied herself a heroine; and after much cogitation in the choice of the character to be enacted, selected the oft played favorite in which she certainly excelled, namely, the sweet and interesting melancholly.

Tom attributed the fainting to the only cause, and was convinced it would not again occur, except Our quondam physician called the next dayunder similar circumstances; but he did not speak mounted the steps with a sensation kindred to that what he thought, assuredly; and how could he de- of a malefactor a moment in anticipation of the cline the invitation? humanity forbid! his better interesting formality of suspension,-touched the feelings revolted at the thought. Words cannot bell as if it were a galvanic battery, and the illusdepict his joy at the agreeable novelty of his situa- trious Alabaster answered the summons with a tion,-his doubts and perplexities were advancing low bow and countenance so exceedingly open, to their climax; he could scarcely realize the inci- that Tom was puzzled to know whether he had dents of the last half hour or the present moment. not mistaken his reckoning, and got into an ivory Officiating as her physician, pro tem,-whirled ware-house,-was showed to the drawing-room along in her own carriage to the oft reconnoitered and in a few minutes joined by Isadora, her modwelling, and in actual conversation with the grim ther and the old gentleman in black small clothes visaged Mistress Marnesque, on whom he had and powdered hair. Isadora was pale from the looked with such abhorrence at the ball. He effects of the preceding evening, and to Tom's' thought of the millenniumn and the 'last man.' Pro- enamoured eyes lovelier than ever. She seemed bably she was not half so plain as he had judged; greatly pleased with him and his attention, as did who would not suffer by contrast with the beautiful Mistress Marnesque, who endeavored to perpeIsadora ?-she might, too, be a good-hearted well trate the urbane, but with the most disastrous conmeaning old lady; and thus he framed a thousand sequences,-the elegant in language, and exhibited palliatives for her hob-nail physiognomy. He the most striking facility in verbal coinage and rubbed his eyes vigorously to be assured that he was novel adaptation of the lofty,-the pathetic,actually awake, and half convinced himself,-bit which was meant to be very touching, and it was, his tongue till the tears started to his eyes, and for her shrill voice was of such an insinuating completed the conviction. They were speedily melody, that alarm was excited, with good reason, set down at the door, and he entered the sumptuous lest his tympanum should be severed in twain. residence. Isadora was still quite unwell, and "What a contrast," thought he, "between one Tom, magnifying the importance of the case, Marnesque and an other; how unlike my soul's managed to prolong his stay upwards of an hour, idol! Harry Mountford has said that she is the politely declined a fee, and was requited for his mother of Isadora; yes, heard it repeated from generous attention by mother, daughter, and the their own lips: all stuff! my ears must have deold gentleman in black small clothes and powder-ceived me: how dreadful it will be, to have such a ed hair. But before retiring, presented his card looking mother-in-law." He could scarcely conand begged permission to inquire after the lady's convince himself that a mutual mistake did not exhealth on the following day, which request was ist, inexplicable as it might appear. He was graciously granted. Never was lover half so pressed to remain to dinner-he was urged to stay blessed as our friend. What a surprising concate- to tea, and he consented to both: company was nation of circumstances, sufficient to make one a expected, company came; Isadora was convalesproselyte to the truth, of all the absurd machinery cent and the evening passed away with much gaicof romances since Adam's time. How he longed ty and spirit. Among the multitude of matters imfor the return of good, old, sterling chivalry's proud partially mangled or immortalized at this tribunal, days, that he might break a lance a piece with a was that of painting. Tom remembered that he world of knights, to prove and establish his devo- was a doctor, not a painter, and consequently did tedness to his ladye love.' As he walked home, he not enlighten the company to the contrary, being whistled right merrily, and detected himself vocal-known as, and styled Dr. Stanfield,-spoke of the izing a thought too audible. Besides, he had sup-art as a connoisseur, and stated that in his cabinet he ported her sylph-like form in his arms, had felt had a picture, which bore, he thought, a singular the warmth of her hand, and looked on her face, resemblance to Miss Marnesque. Curiosity was in which there was nothing to mar its perfectness. excited; all were eager to see it, and he promisShe, too, was grateful for his disinterested and ed to gratify them the next day. The portrait brotherly anxiety, could he ever be repaid? his was accordingly sent-Tom was there in the eventender solicitude so strikingly shown, the gaiety ing-the tip-toe expectants and an additional bevy of his attire, his gentleman-like and easy manners, had assembled to pronounce judgment; all were the elegance of his language, and above all his certainly delighted and astonished at its resemlofty porte,' high and expansive forehead, loqua- blance, except the old gentleman in black small cious eyes, and, indeed, the general tone of his clothes and powdered hair. Mother and daughter face and person so remarkably fascinating; and the were accused of having formed a scheme to take fortuitous meeting (for his admiration at the ball them by surprise, which was seriously disclaimhad not been unobserved,) so astonishing and ro-ed, and the affair was stamped as a marvellous inantic, that she was persuaded fate had an agen-coincidence. The picture was presented and flatcy in the affair and something in reserve delight-teringly accepted, and thus was our M. D. in a fully uncommon; and therefore determined to co-fair way of being enrolled among the exclusives, operate with the exertions of her friend Fate, who and he determined to urge matters to the desirable had already wrought so much and so well in her denouement.

"Sar?"

A few weeks after this favorable state of things, such a day as this? You're trying to decieve me, in which Tom's success had been judiciously im- Alabaster," moderating his tone and rather concilproved, he had occasion to leave town for a short atory in his language; for Alabaster's index plainseason, on business in his native city. He resolv- ly told that his dignity was sorely abused; “you're ed and re-resolved; procrastinating his departure to trying to deceive me. Come brighten up and tell the last moment. Severe was the conflict with duty, the truth," accompanying his words with an allon the one hand and love on the other. Love was powerful argument—an application to his purse. a persuasive opponent, for she had woven three Alabaster's eyes glistened and his anger became several extra meshes that bound him firmer than effectually appeased; received hesitatingly the ever to her court. Duty rebuked his want of man- price of his honesty, and said, "Tank'ee Dr Stanly resolution, and threatened with menaces porten- field, you berry good," and continued in a whisper tous if he proved a recreant to wise counsel and his that betrayed the importance of his exposition, vital interests, reproaching him with being a wil-"Missus hab tell me, dat wen she in she sometimes ling slave to a blind passion,-this latter was a aint in, and wen she is I must tell de troof." poser, and determined him to mortify the spirit' a "That's the creed eh?" trifle, vacate, to return on the wings of love. I shall not in this truly afflicting stage of his tribulations attempt to describe the tears and sighs on the one part, and vows of eternal constancy on both, or how many on either; no, that I shall leave in compliment to the reader's imagination, to fill up. When the sorrowful parting had been libated with tears in the most fashionable and approved manner, they reluctantly tore themselves from each other's arms. At the conclusion of a week or ten days, Tom came flying back, and hurried to the casket that contained his jewel,-but, sad mishap, neither mother nor jewel were at home-both paying morning visits; repeated his call in the afternoon, not returned; called the ensuing morning ; out-evening, do. do. Very mysterious! what under heaven could it mean? Resolved, however, to keep a stiff upper-lip-probe it to the core, and if necessary act, if he could not feel, indifferent. He was worried to madness-tried fifty ways to solve the mystery, and in so doing racked his brains and twisted his ideas into such a marvellous entanglement, that he could not utter three consecutive sentences coherently. It was no uncommon thing for him to find his left-arm, up to the shoulder in the right sleeve of his coat; often was seen grinning excruciatingly while tugging and foaming with his dextral foot half buried in his left boot,-the front of his hat removed to the rear, and the bow of his stock affectionately wooing his chin, with many other curious eccentricities of dress and manners. His condition was truly pitiable. He indited a tender billet-doux, and among other things, complained in a delicate manner, that he had waited upon her, instantly on his arrival, but was sorely afflicted in not being blest with an interview; had written heretofore, notifying her of his presence in the city and his desire to see her, all of which remained unhonored; presumed that the explanation would be satisfactory on her part, and on Thursday afternoon, hoped to have the honor

"I shall step in, notwithstanding. Carry my card to the ladies-spring to it ;" and away he scampered, while Tom went into the parlor and seated himself, a prey to warring emotions. After his momentary perturbation had subsided, he screwed his courage to the sticking point, resolved to be valorous, and demand an explanation; if in error, though he was ignorant of having given offence, acknowledge it; if not, unflinchingly to persist in his innocence, and invite, rather than elude, the worst. He waited with much patience, yet no Isadora or mother, he drew forth his watch and returned it again; he had waited an agonizing half hour. Alabaster opened the door and thurst in his curly pate-his sooty countenance wofully elongated, sent by his elder mistress, who was indisposed, to see if their unwelcome guest had tired out and abandoned. He satisfied himself, drew back and closed the door as quick as thoughtTom called to him, but too late. He looked again at his time-piece, three fourths of an hour more had elapsed. The centre table groaned with the weight of annuals and other elegant works; in them he found material for a month of Sundays, and so he fixed himself for a siege. Ally, as he was familiary termed, again popped his head in the door and out again with additional celerityconveyed the gratifying intelligence to the ladies that he was quietly settled on the lounge with a pile of books a foot high beside him. The anomalous old gentleman in black small clothes and powdered hair shortly strided into the adjoining room, reviewed himself in the mirror; took a pinch of snuff; stared at Tom with a foreboding aspect; hemmed thrice, and strutted out of the apartment. Tom, nevetheless, preserved - his equanimity. "What is to be done with him?” asked Mrs. Marnesque. "How shall we get rid of him?" inquired Isadora. "Kick him out of the house?" advised the old gentleman; but it bcing hinted that he of the three would be the proper It had rained on Wednesday night preceding, person to execute his suggestion, withdrew his mowithout intermission, but on Thursday moderated tion without further ceremony. It was decided, at to a drizzling rain. He was faithful to the hour— length, that Isadora, in person, should give him his the bell tingled to his pull, and Alabaster present-walking papers.' A character was at hand; she ed himself grinning as customary. "Are the la- determined to confront him with dignity and indifdies visible," quoth Tom. "No sar," replied snow-ball, "jes gone out, sar."

etc.

Tom looked at him as if he would devour him. Alabaster quaked and shrunk back.

"You lie you black rascal," said he menacingly. "would you have me believe that ladies visit on

ference, and answer no questions; he must be an incorrigible blockhead if he failed to take the hint that his presence was not desirable and speedily decamp.

She made her appearance, fully prepared to sustain the heroine, and sallied into the room with

‘O for a lodge,' and anon whistling, ‘Go to Satan,' etc.

an exaggerated mock-heroic carriage. Tom bolted upright from his recumbancy, dropped his book, and gazed at her as if she were a travestied appari- Kaleidoscopic Time rolled on, and in its revolution. Did his senses serve him aright, or had they tion what mighty changes were wrought-visions forsaken him? Was it Isadora whom he saw, his of prospective felicity gladdened the heart, but the beautiful, peerless, Isadora; or if it was not, who dim future held the fatal chalice for the dreamer's the old Harry was it. A change came o'er the lips. And who has felt more poignantly than Isaspirit of his dream.' He imagined the air rather dora and her mother the gall and wormwood of sulphury, and as preternatural guests never con- adversity? Once the favored of fortune, but now descend to speak first, he sensibly waved ceremo- the victims of unparagoned calamity; dragged from ny and politely accosted her; her brow knit; her their station in the world to that estate which they eyes flashed; the corners of her mouth dropped, had ever contemned, and of which estate, remarkaand her pretty nose underwent a vegetable trans-ble for its inconvenience, the queer little personage mutation. Our amazed suitor received in return a in black small clothes and powdered hair, had ducold, disdainful, withering response. It was entirely apprized them that Tom Stanfield was a licge ly too material for a genuine ghost, for the figure subject. The old gentleman, however, was doomcast a well defined shadow, and under this impresed to be disappointed in obtaining the widow's sion he became in turn as haughty and reserved. money and hand, though the incumbrance without “She's insane,” thought he, hav'nt a doubt, or the money, a short time after, might have been had else a primitive of the first order. Is it possible without sueing for; but no money, no widow I've been such an arrant numskull as not to have thought the sex agenary, who forthwith thawed made this discovery before?" She stalked to the and resolved into thin air,' eschewing second extreme end of the room, seated herself at the win-thought; for the destruction of the widow's dwel dow which opened towards the garden, and left Tom standing at the other end to reflect on the ' vanity of all earthly things.' The artist, with a face of questionable expression, approached the imperious Isadora, and drawing a chair, with much gravity thus addressed her. "Miss Marnesque, your conduct is, and has been of a most extraordinary kind. What I have done to merit this treatment, is for me yet to learn. I stand in the position of one tacitly accused of some heinous offence, of which Tom, after his open rupture with Isadora, lost no in common justice, I should be deemed innocent, time in returning to Baltimore, where he remained until adjudged guilty. I shall leave the city in a with his friends bet a short time, ere he determinfew days, and in doing so wish to have nothing, ined to take a voyage to Italy, and perfect himself which I am implicated, unexplained, for slander in his art by studying the works of the old masto extenuate. You will therefore gratify me by ters. interpreting this treatment, and allow me if I can, When, my best friend, I shook thy warm and to defend myself." She paid no attention to what generous hand, and thy lips pronounced its farehe said, but amused herself with the gambols of a well to me, thy friends, and to thy country, we blithe pet dog, that was frisking about with great thought not 'twas for the last time this side the grave. glee on the piazza. "I presume," said ne respect-But thy tomb, though in a foreign land, is worthy fully, "Miss Marnesque is not afflicted with deaf-of thee and thy genius: midst the solemn grandeur of Old Rome,' do thy bones repose.

ness."

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ling by fire, in February, reduced them to great distress, and the failure of a banking-house in Europe, in less than a year after, almost ruined them ; they were only saved from penury by a small interest in the stock of an Insurance Company, and also by the money accruing from the disposal of their equipage, which was saved, and the ground, now covered with the ruins of their once happy home!

Alas! poor Tom, with all thy faults, thou wert a noble fellow.

In looking over his papers, now in my posses"Demands-a! furra-sooth! This language to Isa-sion, I have discovered a memorandum book, in dora Adelia Fitz-something Marnesque ?" said the amiable lady, rising from her chair with a face fearfully ignited.

"Demands!" reiterated Tom imitating, kis face emulous of hers: she rushed to the middle of the apartment, her figure elevated to its utmost ulitude, and pointing significantly to the door, exclaimed. "Avaunt! begone! poor-a, contemptible fellow."

which I find this item, written in pencil,-" Feb. 17th, to Mrs. Me, $ 1000." It needs, I apprehend, no explanation.

G. D. J.

Thick Ankles. "Harry, I cannot think," says Dick, "What makes my ankles grow so thick." "You do not recollect," says Harry, "How great a calf they have to carry."

Shut the Door.

These little admonitory words should be carefully regarded this cold weather, and it would save a good deal of wood, many a cold shudder and much, very much scolding.

"Oho!" said Tom, as he reached his hat, cane and gloves, and making a profound bow, "I shall by no means dispute your ladyships behest." He inade for the door and vanished. His eyes were opened. Under what a desperate hallucination have I been laboring," thought he. "She is a beautiful simpleton, say the best of her, and no flattery. God be praised that she is but one in a million, and for my deliverance from that one." He He who makes an idol of his interest, mr kes a was soon on his way home, muttering betimes, Į martyr of his integrity,

The Rivals.

OLD Ludovic Hartz always regarded his saddle with the deepest veneration; and yet there appeared nothing about it capable of exciting his idolatry. It was a Turkish saddle, old, and deeply stained with blood: yet, to the brave Ludovic, it recalled a tale of other days, when young, ardent, and enthusiastic, he first drew his sword in defence of his country against his enemies.

He had been opposed in battle to tho hostile invaders of his native Hungary, and many an unbelieving dog had his good sword smitten to the earth. Various had been the fortune of war, and too often was the glory of the holy cross dimmed by the lustre of the triumphant crescent. Such sad disasters were seldom alluded to by the brave hussar, but he loved to dwell on the successful actions in which he had been engaged.

This engagement was conccaled from Theresa, but it was known to Karl, who exulted in the thought that this rich prize would one day be his. With low habits, and a coarse turn of mind, the delicate graces of Theresa had no charms for him ; he loved her not, but he loved the wealth which would one day be hers, and which he looked on with a greedy eye. The thousand soft and nameless feelings which accompany a generous and tender passion, were unknown to Karl. It was a hard task to him to attend his gentle mistress; nor did he ever appear disposed to play the part of a lover, except when some other seemed inclined to supply his place.

It was at a rural fete, given by Ludovic to his neighbors at the termination of an abundant harvest, that Karl first chose openly to assert his right. He had taken it for granted that he should It was one of those fierce combats, that, sud- open the dance with Theresa. What, then, was his indignation, when, on entering the apartment denly cut of from the party, he found himself surhe saw Theresa; her slender waist encircled by rounded by four infuriated Turks. But the recollection of you and your angel mother," would the arm of a young hussar, moving in the graceLudovic say to his daughter, "nerved my arm. I ful waltz! The evident superiority of his rival, was assailed by all my opponents. How three whose well-knit lumbs, firm step, and free and fell, I knew not; but severe and long was the con- martial air, formed a striking contrast to his own flict with the last of my foes, whose powerful arm his ire, and in violent wrath, he advanced to clownish figure and awkward gait, only increased was raised against me. Already I saw my wife a mournful widow, and my child fatherless; and Theresa, insisting on his right to open the dance these dreadful thoughts infused fresh vigor into with her. Theresa pleaded her engagement; my arm: I smote the infidel to death, hurled him he persisted ;-she refused his request, and laughfrom his steed, and rifled him as he lay. At this ed at his anger. He became violent and rude. moment several of the enemy appeared in sight, The hussar interfered, and the quarrel rose but I was too much exhausted to renew the peril to so high a pitch as to draw Ludovic to the ous conflict. My gallant horse lay wounded, and spot. in the agonies of death I threw myself on the Turkish courser, and forced him on at his utmost speed, until I regained my squadron. The saddle was steeped in the blood of my foe, and mine mingled with it. When a cessation of hostilities permitted the troops to rest for a space from the horrors of war, I hastened with the treasure which, during the campaign, I had acquired, to my house, purchased these fertile fields around my dwelling, and forgot, for a season, the miseries of war."

The good Ludovic would here pause. He still retained a lively recollection of his lost wife, and he could not bear to narrate the circumstances of her illness and death. After that sad event, his home became hateful to him and he resolved again to engage in the arduous duties of a soldier The little Theresa was kindly adopted into the family of his only brother, and there, after a lapse of some years, our good hussar found her blooming in youthful beauty.

Ludovic arrived only in time to close the eyes of his brother, who, on his death-bed entreated him to bestow Theresa on his only son, when they should have attained a proper age. Grateful for the almost parental care which had been bestowed on his child, and moved by the situation of his brother, whose whole heart seemed to be bent on this union, Ludovic promised that when his daughter should have attained the age of eighteen, she should become the wife of Karl, provided that Karl himself should desire the connexion at the appointed time; and, satisfied with this proinise, the old man died in peace.

Karl, in a voice almost choked with passsion, tone of indignation, complained to her father of laid his grievances before him. Theresa, in a his insolence, and appealed to him whether she dance she thought proper. "You have no such were not at liberty to select any partner for the betrothed wife, and as such, you belong to me liberty," thundered forth Karl. "You are my

alone."

Theresa cast on him a smile of scorn and contempt, but it faded as she looked to her father, and a deadly paleness overspread her countenance as she inquired, "Father, does this man speak truth?" "He does, my child," was the reply; and she dropped insensible at his feet.

The young hussar now knelt down beside her, passionately kissed her fair forehead, and raising her in his arms bore her to an adjoining apartment, followed by the father and Karl. Theresa slowly revived. At first she saw no one, and breathing a deep sigh, murmured, "It is all a horrid dream!" An anguished groan startled her into perception and agony. She looked up, and saw her father standing before her, with folded arms, and a countenance clouded with grief. Karl also stood near, with an exulting smile; and the hussar knelt beside her, but his face was buried in his hands. She then found it was no dream. She looked to her father. "Father, is there no hope?"

'None,” replied he, " my honor is pledged." She then turned to the hussar, and placed, for a moment, her cold hand in his; then rising suddenly, threw herself at the feet of Karl. "O

Karl, have mercy! I love another-you do not love me-have pity on us!"

By all the powers of heaven and hell, you shall be mine, Theresa!"

Accustomed to see

adopt the profession of arms. them play together as children, and liking the society of the generous and spirited boy, Ludovic forgot the danger, when their childhood passed away, of their affection assuming a totally differ"Will your father violate his promise to the ent character. It was so, and Ludovic now saw, dead?" "I will NOT," said Ludovic, with solem-with deep grief, that his daughter was unalterably nity. attached to the youthful soldier.

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I appeal to my father."

Then, Theresa," exclaimed Karl, with fiendlike exultation, "no power on earth shall save you from being mine!"-and thus saying he left the house.

If Theresa was unhappy, her father was scarcely less so: he blamed his own imprudence; and on contrasting the characters of the two youths, a violent contrast between his feelings and his duty Theresa rose from her knees, and threw herself arose in his breast; the stern honor of a soldier into the arms of her lover. The presence of her triumphed, and he deemed himself bound to comfather was no restraint on her pure tenderness.plete the sacrifice. Unable, however, to endure Her tears fell fast on his manly countenance, but the sight of her grief, he carried her to the abode his agony was too great for that relief. Ludovic of a youthful female friend, who formerly resided was deeply moved. He approached them, endeavored to calm their affliction, and related the circumstances under which this promise had been given; but his concluding words, "that he must hold it sacred," threw them into new paroxysms of grief.

near them, but on her marriage had removed to a village about sixty miles distant. There he left Theresa, after receiving her solemn promise that she would return with him the day before that on which she would complete her eighteenth year. Father," said she, with streaming eyes, "I have "We must part, then, Arnhold," said the weep-never deceived you. If I live, I will return; but ing Theresa, "we must part-ah! can we survive do not grieve too deeply should my heart break in this cruel blow?" this fearful struggle." The old hussar dashed away a téar which strayed down his scarred and sun-burnt cheek, embraced his child, and departed.

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No," said Arnhold, "no: I cannot live without you: let us once more entreat your father to have pity on us!" and the youthful lovers threw themselves at his feet.

"Arnhold!" said Ludovic, sternly, "thou a soldier, and ask me to tarnish my honor?"

Arnhold felt the appeal; he started up, raised the weeping Theresa, cut off with his sabre one long bright tress, embraced and kissed her, placed her in the arms of her father, and fled.

Every passing day carried with it some portion of the fortitude of Theresa as if she saw the near approach of the period which was to consign her to a fate so dreadful. Three little weeks were all that lay between her and misery. Ludovic endeavored to soothe her, but she would not be comforted. Had even her affections been disengaged, Karl, would have been distasteful to her; but with affections placed on another, the idea of a union with him appeared insupportable.

Time wore gradually away, and at last the day arrived which was to seal Theresa's fate. It found her in a state of torpid despair. Exhausted by her previous struggles, all feeling seemed dead; but her mind was awakened to new suffering. A friend arrived to conduct her to her father. The good Ludovic lay, apparently, on the bed of death; and with breathless impatience Theresa pursued her journey.

Can you sacrifice yourself for my future repose ?" "I can-I will," cried the unfortunate Theresa, sinking on her knees, "so help me, heaven!" "Heaven will bless a dutiful child!" said Ludovie, with fervor. Karl, draw near." Karl obeyed-Theresa shuddered.

On her arrival, her father's sick-room was not solitary. The detested Karl was there, and there too was the youthful hussar. "My child," said Ludovic, "my days are numbered; my fate must soon be decided, and, alas! yours also! To my dying brother I solemnly promised, that on this day I would offer you to his son for his bride. Without fulfilling my engagement, I could not die "My dear child!" would Ludovic say, inter-in peace: even the grave would afford no rest. rupting a passionate burst of grief, "by what magic has Arnhold gained possession of your heart?" "He is an hussar," replied Theresa. There was something in the reply which moved Ludovic: he recollected that he himself had imbued the mind of his daughter with sentiments of respect and esteem for the character of a good "Karl," said Ludovic, "you say you love my soldier; and conscience reminded him that he child-cherish her, I conjure you, as you hope for too often exalted the profession of arms above the future happiness. In her you will possess a treapeaceful and unobtrusive occupations of the hus- sure; but I must warn you, she will bring you bandman. Was it wonderful, then, that Theresa but one portion of my possessions." Karl started. should have imbibed something of this spirit? or and retreated a few steps. "That, however," that she should have yielded her heart to one who continued Ludovic, "which I look upon as my possessed courage to defend her, and tenderness greatest treasure, I give you with my daughter. to sooth her, under the afflictions of life. Arnhold You, Karl, believe me to have some virtues. dwelt near them; he had been the playmate of Theresa, and with glowing cheeks and sparkling eyes, they had often listened together to the warlike exploits which the good Ludovic delighed to relate to them; and to these conversations might be attributed the passionate desire of Arnhold to

Alas, alas! you know not the secret sins which have sullied my life; the rapine, the murder-but enough of this! I have confessed to my spiritual father, and have obtained absolution for the dark catalogue-but on condition that I leave all my wealth to the church, as an atonement for my