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But naught could she discover,
Though she wander'd far and wide, Of the gentle maiden's lover
Returning to her side.
A sunbeam bright and glowing
The fairy lured away,, And o'er the waters flowing
She took her rapid way.
But bay, and lake, and river,
In vain she looked upon ; For nought could tidings give her
Of the long-expected one.
where a line of ineffable glory marked the outskirts of Elysium. The starry car was ready to waft her away to the regions of joy. Did she hesitate ? Did the thoughts of individual happiness triumph over mighty love? Oh, no lwere it so, her spirit had been no longer woman's. She turned from the inviting nymphs—she threw herself into Conon's arms
“Let me suffer- I will go with you !"
Then the merciful judges of Acheron bowed their heads in sorrowful silence; they had known, we have said, buman frailty, and therefore sympathised with the erring but devoted Clymene. The lovers were about to be borne away, when a soft and rosy cloud, gliding from the region of the setting sun, swept towards the assembly; it descended, and remained for a moment stationary near the thrones. Then the judges knew that one of the celestials had arrived from Mount Olympus, and they bowed before the beauteous one; it was the goddess of love.
“ Upright and wise ministers !" said a soft and thrilling voice; “ rarely does the father of the gods find it needful to revoke or alter your just sentences; but now he hath been pleased to listen to me. The truth, the affection, of this maiden of earth, must have other desert than the misery to which ye condemo her. For Clymene's sake, Conon is forgiven! Her task must be to inspire him with a love of the great and good-lo excite in him a reverence for the divinities of, Olympus; and she shall succeed. Let them now enter Elysium together."
Then the fairy was returning
With sadness on her brow, And her heart with sorrow burning
For the maiden's plighted vow;
When a waving signal gleaming,
Like a dim and distant star, O'er the stilly waters streaming,
Met her vision from afar.
And, bowed by bitter anguish
On a rast in low despair, Left by rovers stern to languish,
Lay the hapless lover there.
BY MISS MATILDA S. WATSON,
THE “NEW RELATION."
ville-street, Piccadily, who have directions to
“P.S. I inclose a bank post for two hundred
“Just William's thoughtless way," said the fashioned, rather irregular, and withal sweetly Major (laying down the letter),“ never to mention picturesque looking pile of building; still called, the name of the lady, nor anything concerning as it has been for these hundred years, “The her; and just like his kind heart too; to think of Mansion.". Its last occupant had been the “ Lady what you and the girls might want on such an Bountiful" of the village'; and had died, it was event taking place.' said of a broken heart, at what she termed the
“ I wonder what our new aunt will be like," innovation of rail-roads and steam-carriages.
exclaimed Alice, a bright-haired, light-hearted girl The garden was extensive, but quite as irre- of sixteen. gular in appearance as the house it surrounded ;
“ And I wonder what our new dresses will be and the ancient yew-tree walk, in all its olden like," rejoined Margaret, who, being only fourgrandeur, spoke of at least a century.
teen years of age, may perhaps be pardoned for It was tenanted at the time we write of by a thinking of the dresses first. veteran Major, and his family, consisting of a wise
“And what are you thinking of, Ellen,” deand four daughters, at such easy rent as suited manded Mrs. Mendlesholm of her second daughhis half-pay, which together with a pension-put ter, who had just attained her eighteenth year ; by his country in the place of a right arm, left
“but I believe I can guess, without waiting for on the field of battle—was their whole dependence. your answer; it is of our poor Edith. And indeed In a spacious apartment which from time imme- I am surprised that your uncle should have morial had been styled the drawing-room, scan named the very 'midsummer moru,' that was to tily but tastefully furnished, and ornamented have been her wedding day. Is it possible he here and there with some little knick-knacks of can have forgotten it? If he has it's very cruel, foreign workmanship that spoke of "travel" and and very unlike him too. Poor Edith ! she left of distant climes, in a noble bay-window, such the room when that part of the letter was read, and as used to be the pride of those old buildings, is, no doubt, gone to her favourite yew-tree walk, sat the family party to whom I would now intro- to mourn and ponder over Edward's farewell duce the reader—Major Mendlesholm, his wife, letter. Go to her, Major; I cannot; for I should and three youngest daughters—in close conference only make matters worse just at this moment; over an open letter, which lay on the table be- since too well I know that the smile with which fore them.
she greets me, is only driving down the barb of “ Read the letter agnin, Major,” said Mrs. sorrow deeper into ber heart! Surely never was Mendlesholm, and as the letter will open out the so sad a grief, borne by one so young, with such family history, we will, if you please, courteous touching gentleness and meek resignation." reader, also make you acquainted with its con
With these words the little party separated ; tents. It was from Mrs. Mendlesholm's only the Major stepped out into the garden to seek and brother, and ran thus :
sootbe lhe darling child, wbile Mrs. Mendlesholm
retired for one quarter of an hour to her closet, there “Dear MAJOR.—Tell Bell and the girls I in- 10 pour out her heart in thanksgiving and supplitend paying you a visit, at the crazy old place cation. Thanksgiving, for the sudden affiluence her you have shut yourselves up in; which I con- brother's gift bad showered upon them, and supsider a great proof of my affection, as there is plication for her stricken child; who three short no certainty, from one day to another, that it months before was herself to have been the “bride" won't tumble down and bury us all under its of the approaching midsummer morn. ruins, or rather I should have said rubbish, for Mr. Edward Pendarves (early left an orphan it is a ruin already.
by the demise of both parents), had been, as we “So Edith does not get over the loss of young have heard, brought amongst them by Mrs. Men. Pendarves! Well, he was a tine handsome fel- dlesholm's brother, who had been his father's low, and I was to blame in bringing him so much friend ; and during three several visits of long proamongst you. Tell her she must though, and tracted duration, bad wooed and won the gentle put on her best looks and sweetest smiles, for: ! Edith's consent to be his. And, indeed, we may am going to give you all a new relation."
freely make use of the poet's words, and say (reWe have settled to be married in your village- specting him), church, and as Edith is my god-daughter and favourite, we beg of her to fix the day, and if “ Not his the form, nor his the eye she has no particular objection, should prefer That youthful maidens wont to fly." midsummer morning; and as my situation is now worth two thousand a year, we will take her back And then we may add of ourselves :-nor his with us if she likes to go. Oh! by the the heart, the offer of which was a slight gift. bye, tell Bell and the girls to send up their mea- He had heard Edith, in the early part of their sures to Mesdames Smithson and Straker, Sack acquaintance, sportively declare, that if ever she
married, it should be on a midsummer morning, , Edward's heart. lle took the old gentleman by when all things looked bright and blooming. the hand, and gently said, And in the April of the year he looked forward to “ Had we not better converse a little on the that day as the one which was to make the gentle matter, dear sir? It is not of Miss Howayd I being he so loved, bis own for ever. He never wish to speak-highly as I respect that lady; it is for a moment questioned gaining the consent of not to her my heart has been poured out.” his uncle, who had brought him up from child- “ How? what? what, Ned? Not Mary--not hood, when (as we before observed) he was left Mary Howard ? when you know I always set my an orphan. For his father had displeased his mind on her for your wife. Not Mary, I say? who proud and ancient family by his marriage, and had else can it be—who else should it be? Not been cut off with £80 per annum; which was all, Mary, indeed! don't name another, Sir, (seeing strictly speaking, Edward could call his own. Edward about to speak), I won't hear of another. But his uncle, Sir Meredith Pendarves, who had You tell me you've made up your mind to marry, declared him his heir (provided he married young), and then presume to tell me it's not with Mary had always made him an allowance suitable to Howard. Who can it be but her ? Don't name such expectations; his marrying young being the any other name; I won't hear it, Ned. It's my proviso. As the old gentleman said, “He had solemn determination you marry Mary Howard, found himself tired of being a bachelor when it or you quit my roof for ever! That, sir, is my was too late to think of changing bis condition." resolutiou, so don't let me see your face again till
Edward had therefore set off for Wales, where you come to say you'll marry Mary Howard." his uncle resided on his vast estates, to impart “ Then, dear sir, farewell'; for this is an act I his own happy prospects, and fulfil, as he thought, shall never be brought to perform. If you would bis uncle's fondest wish.
only hear me, dear uncle — if you
would “ Welcome, my boy! welcome home !” shouted hear old Sir Meredith, who had been watching him “I tell you, I won't hear you, sir! Get out from the library window, gallop across the park; of my presence-get out of my house. Not marry “ and welcome lad, a thousand times welcome, Mary indeed! when her large estates run as it the sight of your noble countenance glads my old were in a ring all round mine! Begone, sir! eyes,” he said, as Edward entered the library, and Bring up Mr. Pendarves's horse," he shouted from grasped the old gentleman's outstretched hands. the same window out of which half an hour before « Now Ned, my boy, what brings you home to he had leaned to bid him welcome; and the man, your old uncle a fortnight before I expected you ? who not having received any orders, was still Dost want money, lad? or hast made up thy leading the horses gently up and down, approached mind to get married, Eb?”
the portico. “ Your liberality, sir, always makes No, a fitling Edward moved forth as one in a dream, and answer to your first question; and I trust I shall mechanically mounting his horse, with a reeling be meeting your dearest wish by saying Yes to the brain and night-mare load at his heart, resumed Jast.”
his way across the same greensward which one “Now, that's right, my boy, that's right! Gad, short half hour before he bad passed over, light I'm so delighted; I'll order the south wing to be as the summer air. new furnished for her directly, and I'll have the He made straight for the railway, which was family jewels new set-and--and—I don't know but a few miles from Pendarves's castle. The same what I won't do. I think I'll kick off my gouty train in which he had come down was again about shoe, and dance at the wedding myself. But have starting, and Edward took out his purse to pay his you seen Mary this morning ? or how, or when up-fare, when the groom advanced, crying “Masdid you ask her ? Order the carriage, Ned; I'll ter Edward”—Mr. Pendarves-Sir-dear Masgo and wait on her myself, and tell her how glad ter!". Edward turned round, and the poor man I am. Sly little puss; why she was here yester (who had first taught him to ride, and was always day, and never let a word drop. What art staring styled Master Edward's groom), was struck to at, Ned? You don't look much like an expectant see the iron set of his features-a look such as he bridegroom.”
had never witnessed before, was come over his In truth, Edward looked more like a statue face. than anything else at that moment; for he was “Dear Master Edward," spoke the faithful old struck with the idea that his uncle had gone sud- servant, “I see something ugly has happened ; denly mad.
but if you would only go back again ; I'm sure “Come along, boy,” vociferated the old gentle- Sir Meredith is wanting you. Think, sir, how man, “ I daresay Mary expects us."
dull the old Hall will be without you.' “ Mary-Mary who, Dear uncle ?" demanded “No, Jonathan, my good old fellow, it cannot Edward, in a sort of deprecating tone, as if he be; give my love to my uncle, and take care of thought it would be more agreeable to sit down | Fairy and the dogs for me.” He stepped into the quietly and talk over his own bright prospects than carriage, and before the tear which obscured old visit any Mary in the world.
Jonathan's eye was dashed away, he was out of “ Mary who ? why Mary Howard to be sure, sight. who else should it be? I knew I should live to Edward had a stunning sense of some misforsee my darling hope realized. I always intended tune; but it was not till he stepped out of the you should marry Mary Howard."
steam-carriage, and found himself in London A gleam like a lightning flash shot through streets, that he felt the whole weight of misery which had fallen upon him. His first thought | attracted his attention. For he felt the father at was of his Edith, his first impulse 10 go down to his heart, and knew that if he gave way to it, he L-, and break the matter to her himself. should sympathise with her grief, rather than but then again he feared to trust himself-he feared divert her thoughts 'from it. A moment aside, he could not resist beseeching her still to be his, and a fervent heart-petition, where alone it can be and then he reflected with horror on the poverty availing, manned him again. He gently kissed he should thus bring her to.
the fair young brow of his lovely child, and Eighty pounds a-year was all he could now call speaking in a more indifferent tone of voice, said, his own.
Ilis uncle had not permitted him to "I wonder what the new aunt will be like, as study for any profession, and the only thing he Alice says ? | certainly thought your uncle could turn to for a subsistence, was the army. William had determined never to change his He well knew the difficulty of getting a commis- state; however all is for the best, and no doubt sion, now, in time of peace; but recollecting that this will be." his mother had a cousin in the service, who had "Most surely it will, my dear papa ; and I lately attained the rank of General, he determined feel certain uncle William would not choose any on applying to him for advice and assistance. lady, unless she had good qualities of heart and
His first step was to discharge the expensive mind." apartments he had bitherto occupied in St. James's. “ You judge him rightly, my dear child; I am street, and having ordered his luggage to one of only surprised at his not telling us who she is, or the inferior hotels, he proceeded to make in what family she belongs to--or, in short-somequiries at the General's residence in Portland-thing, or anything about her." place, and was there informed that he was tra- They were interrupted by Margaret, who came velling for his health in Switzerland and Germany. running, breathless with delight, as well as speed, This then decided his next step, and retuming io to beg that Edith would come in and select a the hotel where he had left his luggage, he sat pattern dress, to be sent up to Mesdames Smithson down to write a long farewell to his loved and and Straker. beautiful Edith. The letter was a heart-rending “And you know, sister, they must go directly; ane, and, as there are but too many who have made for it is but a week from to-morrow." acquaintance with the agonies of separation and Edith silently accompanied her light-hearted disappointed love, we will not cause a bright eye sister, and as the toilet must be consulted in all to be dimmed, nor a sigh to flutter from a gentle marriage arrangements, it was some little time heart by the transoript. It ended, however, before the dresses were chosen, packed, and sent thus:
off to their final destination ; not without many “Edith! my best, and beautiful-mine, alas! fears from Alice and Margaret, that, clever as no longer ; I return the little ring I drew from Mesdames Smithson and Straker were known to your finger in the yew-tree walk, the morning we be, they never could finish and send home so many parted. (With, oh! what different prospects !)
as five dresses in one week. The lock of hair, I cannot part with. If ever you family, in preparations of all sorts and kinds,
And a busy week it was with the Major's see that lock of hair again, Edith--know, for a certainty, that I am near at hand !
The Major and Mrs. Mendlesholm had agreed "I must keep poor little Flo', because I have that one or the other of them should be always
with no means of sending her back to you,"
dith, during the time which intervened
before the eventful midsummer morn rose on them; This, then, was the letter alluded to by Mrs. and Ellen, who idolised her sister for the gentle Mendlesholm; and which, too truly, her father ness with which she bore her sorrow, (and what found her poring over. At his approach, however, sorrow is so sore to the young heart as a love she hurried it out of sight, and met him with that sorrow ?) under pretence of her room being wanted, sweet look of lowly resignation beaming in her asked to share the neat little apartment which had countenance, which can only be obtained from the always been appropriated to Edith, and from the source, never failing to those who seek it.
window boxes of which, the earliest mignonette “My dearest child," began the Major; “if had ever been gathered to present her father and there is anything painful to you, in your uncle mother. The little chamber itself was furnished William's letter of ihis morning, I will write, and more tastefully than any other in the house; as request bim not to persist in this fancy of his. her uncle William, whose god-daughter and Any day will do equally well, I am quite sure- favourite she was, had, from time to time, preand"
sented her with little birth-day gifts of one sort and “Oh! no, dear papa. I would not cause another, and which constituted all the ornamental disappointment to any one, if I could help it- part of the furniture. much less dear, kind, uncle William, to whom we The morning sun shone brightly into the are indebted for so many comforts. Thank him windows, aiding the clustering jessamine to throw for me, dear papa, and tell him I have fixed on its sweet odour within-the few well-chosen midsummer morn; and that I hope, and pray it books were as nicely arranged on the little shelves may be a happy one to bim! It will be 10- (which old Bartye, their one-eyed man-servant-ofmorrow week.
all-work, had made and fixed for her) as they used The Major saw a tear brightening in her deep to be—but still the chamber was not the same it blue eyes; but turned his head, and looked into had been three short months before. The spirit the old yew hedge, as if something there had) that moved in it was wanting! What had been a
pleasure to Edith, was now become a duty: but “And I," cried Alice, “should like uncle
for admiration, their mamma's dress-of rich pearl
you, sister! How can that be ? Make haste with "Oh! ma’am--oh! Miss--oh! Miss Ellen! - ihe hammer, Margaret. Oh! there it is! it's open such a power o' boxes! Tim Bentley was forced now-and here's mamma, too, just in time! See, to hire another cart to bring 'em on.
mamma! here are two cases for Edith. But, look! she darted, to help, as she said, old Batty and the why her dress is white-all white. It is not like carrier to lift them down. Alice and Margaret ours !" soon got tidings of the great arrival; and down “ Yes it is like ours, only white. Oh! mamma, went all the honeysuckles and rosebuds, that had how lovely Edith will look in it,” observed Ellen ; been so carefully selected in order to be just in ( white lace and white satin !". time to blow on the morrow, till their path was, Alice now held up one, the most elegant of all literally, " strewed with flowers."
bonnets, from which depended a rich lace veil, At length, all the neat deal cases were finally tastefully mixing in with a superb wreath of orange dislodged from Tim Bentley's cart, Tim himself blossoms. paid, with a trifle over for helping to carry them up “ Here must be some mistake," said Edith. stairs—where Charlotte was soon at work, with “ This could never have been meant for me. All right good will and a stout hammer, raising the this must be meant for the bride,” and the colour nails; and all the while dying with curiosity to slightly rose in her fair cheek. lift the covers and behold the beautiful things they
see what the other case contains, concealed. Alice and Margaret could not restrain Ellen," said their mother; and to the eagerly extheir rapture, and almost screamed with delight. pecting eyes, it displayed a perfect dress of the
“Oh! mamma, look here! Oh! mamma, do most delicate lilac, made of rich silk, with a maglook !" and Alice' beld up a lovely Brussels lace nificent shawl of white barége, and a white paille dress, over pale pink satin; "three skirts, too! de rir bonnet, ornamented like the other, with a just like what Mary Dalton said she saw, when she lace veil and orange blossoms. “ This is some was companion tó Lady Fanny Vallego. And, fancy of your uncle's, Edith-you know you were oh! what a darling bonnet, and lace scarf, too ! always his darling. I conclude he wishes you to Yours and mine are just alike, Margaret. Ellen, be bride's-maid,” and Mrs. Mendlesholm felt hold up yours. All the same "
angry with her brother for trying Edith's feelings “Mamma, mamma! only see how beautiful so unnecessarily. “But what is this?" as stoopthey do look!" exclaimed all the three girls at ing over the beautiful white dress, rather to con
ceal her vexation at what she thought her brother's And, truly, Mrs. Mendlesholm thought with thoughtlessness, than to admire its graceful perfecher daughters, they did look beautiful; "only tion; " what is this ? Some rich ornament fastened too costly," she said, “ for their quiet way of 10 the sleeve-look, Edith;" and the girls all bent living,"
their eyes upon a magnificent bracelet, which “ How I wish to-morrow was come, that we Mrs. Mendlesholm detached and handed to her might wear them, Ellen!" said Margaret. eldest daughter. They all admired the rich work
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