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of business, dull and spiritless, for the impression | gentleman of birth and fortune came to pass a few he made upon me had never been forgotten. months at our house, as he was anxious to un

" I have had a visit, my love, from old Mrs. derstand something of the mysteries of the law Stukely,' said my governess to me one evening, before he yielded to his parents' wish of making it and it is my duty now to communicate to you a profession. My husband desired me to conquer its purport, and what took place between Mr. my habitual reserve, and make myself amusing to James Gordon and myself on the day we left our new inmate, as he had owed his success in Brookmead. Your pale cheek tells me you have life partly to the high connections of this young guessed what I would say. That gentleman made, man. then, an honourable offer of his hand, but as it “Mr. Douglas was handsome, with a highly culwas unknown to his aunt, my pride in your wel- tivated mind, and under the influence of his bland fare induced me to reject it, without even consult- manners Mr. Gordon's became less imperious, ing you; and I insisted on his not naming the and mine less reserved. The long winter evenings, subject to you unless he had the sanction of Mrs. which I fancied would have brought only ennui, Stukely, and be promised, although unwilling, not passed away happily enough, and, seated in my to do so until you had passed your minority. The fauteuil, I enjoyed for the first time in my life the ravings during his fever betrayed his secret; and intellectual pleasure of hearing the favourite auhis doctors pronounced nothing could save his life thors of the day read aloud to us by Mr. Douglas. from sinking under his present debility, unless the At this period Mr. Gordon announced to me that weight was removed from his mind. The old a difficult law-case would require him to be often lady, anxious to preserve her adopted son, has away froin home, but if his young friend would consented to his engagement with you. Can you continue his readings to amuse me, he should feel love him well enough to become his wise?' more uncontrolled to pursue the necessary re

“I threw myself into Mrs. Foxall's arms, and searches. wept like a child.

“ Byron's mighty genius had just blazed upon « Mr. James Gordon recovered from his illness, the world, and one of his warmest worshippers was and in less than a twelvemonth from my aunt's Mr. Douglas. I, who had scarcely known the death, I became his envied bride. My husband name of poetry, except from pages of Enfield's was lavish in his presents to me, but I soon found Speaker, was enchanted ; its beauties were renI owed them more to his pride than his generosity. dered doubly impressive by the tone of voice of Rich in the adornments of my house and person, the reader; and frequently he would pause to I was poor in the power of rewarding my beloved elicit my opinion in the progress of the volume. governess as she deserved ; a handsome ring, and Once or twice, as I met his earnest gaze, I tremdefraying the just expenses of my education, up bled lest the natural vanity of man should construe to my marriage, was all the remuneration she re- my admiration of the poet to himself; the bare ceived from my husband; who often reminded me, thought was full of danger, and yet I had not that the companions of my girlhood were not the courage to act upon the internal warning ; but I companions suited to his wife, and my spirit resolved when my husband returned I would speak withered, as I thought of the ingratitude these to him on the possible impropriety of allowing a cherished friends would internally tax me with, at single man to pass so much idle time with me. my apparent neglect of all the promises I had " It was rather later one evening than usual made whilst residing under their roof; and often I when Mr. Douglas entered the drawing-room with buried my face, bathed in tears, upon the downy a new work by Byron; and, as he asked my perpillows of my gilded couch. Notwithstanding, í mission to read it, 'I fancied he looked pale and loved my husband sincerely, but I felt to my excited. He overruled my scruples of the lateness heart's core, the inequality of our station, and I of the hour, and pleaded the shortness and exknew he felt it also. The servants too, who had quisite pathos of the poem; it was Parasina; and ruled their master for years, naturally disliked as I listened I felt my cheeks burn, and mine ears having a mistress, and the housekeeper always tingle with the palpable immorality of the story. addressed me with a scowl of malignity.

I felt too, though I did not once look up, that Mr. “Mrs. Stukely rarely paid me a visit, it was Douglas was watching its effect upon me; and I evident her set had condemned me as a cunning resolved, in spite of giving offence, this should be and maneuvering person, and the young people the last time I would listen to such readings alone; of Dalton made but few advances towards my when the book was closed I rose hastily to friendship In time I became diffident of my ring the bell, that I might retire to bed; but my powers of attraction to please even my husband; companion, seeing my intention, forcibly grasped he cared little for music, and still less for paint- my hand. ing, and was mortified and annoyed to see that ««• Dear Mrs. Gordon, beloved Cecile,' he exmy timidity prevented me from taking that stand claimed passionately, “you must and shall hear me. in society which he expected; but my thoughts, I can no longer conceal my passion.' Agitation in presence of the cold exclusion of Dalton, were rooted me to the spot,and I burst into tears. Your frozen, ere my tongue could give them utterance, husband is not worthy of you,' continued he; “you and it was with a feeling somewhat akin to joy, love him not, those tears speak volumes, and tell that my physician, who had been consulted on the me, what I have long known, that you are his vicdelicate state of 'my health, prohibited my going tim. All things are arranged for our flight, and —

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“I returned with sad forebodings lo my splenproofs in his mind of my being a willing listener ; did home, where there was not one face but my and, in a voice of thunder, he desired the polluter child's to smile upon me. Next morning the of his honour to leave the house, ere he met with young woman whom I had engaged as a nurse, the chastisement he deserved. The door closed on requested to speak to me. She wished to leave the destroyer, and in the next moment a blow her situation. . I offered to advance her wages. rendered me insensible; how long I remained so No; she wanted to relurn to ber parents. Was I know not. When I recovered I found myself she unhappy? I enquired. The girl burst into in bed, the malignant housekeeper standing over tears, and, after some hesitation, acknowledged

• What has happened ? I faintly exclaimed, that if she remained with me she could not get as I felt the blood gushing from my nostrils. another place. Even then in the eyes of my • You can best answer that, Ma'ani,' said the menials I was depraved. I rushed to my cham. woman; • all I know is, my poor master is ber, and on my knees implored the Almighty to pacing up and down the drawing-room like teach me fortitude to endure. Who is there that mad.'

does not feel the efficacy of prayer ? and where is “I must see him this instant,' said I, at- the grief that does not yield to the comfort that tempting to rise, but I sunk down exhausted with comes from the Eternal Spirit? I rose from supthe effort. An hysteric sob for a moment relieved plication strong in my weakness; I wrote a long me, and I commanded my attendant to do my letter to my husband, and implored him to dismiss bidding. As soon as I saw Mr. Gordon enter my the servants who had so basely maligned me to chamber, I sprang out of bed, and threw myself the nurse, or allow me to leave him for ever. I at his feet; he would have spumed me, but I asked but a small pittance for myself and infant. clung to his knees. "James, James,' said I, He answered my appeal personally. He was • hear me, for God's sake; do not condemn your cold and distant, and told me I was at liberty innocent wife unheard.' He was pale and trem- to leave bim, if I preferred it; I had brought bling, and pointed to the scattered clothes lying shame on his name, and if we separated he on the floor. I gazed wildly on these apparent should retain his child; she should not share preparations for flight-Oh, James !' I exclaimed, the exile which I well deserved. But though he

listen, in mercy listen to ne. I know nothing no longer loved me, he felt the evil would be less of these arrangements-a fatal spare bas been laid in my remaining under his roof, than in the pubby some fiend, who has worked ruin for us both.' | licity of a separation; it was arranged that the serHe made no answer, but sat down on a chair and vanis should be dismissed, and to all outward aphid his face in bis hands. I rose from my knees, pearance he would continue my protector. I must calm and rigid as marble-I felt my asseverations not attempt to relate the years of mortification which were not believed, perchance never would be followed ; my brain seems scorched at the bare reand the agony of my spirit became too great for collection-my sweet Cecile was the only ray which words or tears-a ihousand years of life could lighted my gilded prison. Mrs. Stukely never again never make me forget one moment of that long, darkened my doors; and the only reply that Mrs. long night. The next day I was in a delirious Foxall made to my urgent and private request to fever, and for weeks remained unconscious ; the see her was, that for the sake of her pupils she dared weakness which followed reduced me to the brink not comply; and both she and Mr. Gordon's aunt of the grave; but when my child was born, this passed from the earth in the full belief of my innew and holy tie gave fresh vigour to my con- gratitude and guilt. My husband, even when at stitution, and, as I pressed her soft cheek to mine, home, was never my companion ; and when Cecile I no longer prayed for death. Mr. Gordon often grew older she visited with him, and from that entered my chamber to caress his little girl ; but hour the trusting affection she bore me daily dein vain I tried to attract bis attention, his eyes were creased; the insidious remarks she heard snapped invariably turned from mine, and the few words he asunder the holy links between mother and child. addressed 10 me fell like ice upon my heart. II dared not seek an explanation; she was too young longed to see my beloved governess, and pour my to understand the trials I had gone through; she griefs into her ear; but after sending to inquire of saw me despised and neglected, and seemed afraid my health the first few days after my confinement, to trust herself to my judgment. her attentions ceased altogether, and the solitude “At this time a sister of my husband's, the of my room remained undisturbed by any of the widow of a general, had come from India to settle Dalton visitors. But these slights could not de- in Paris ; she was childless, and wished Cecile 10 stroy the bappiness I possessed in cherishing my pay her a visit. Mr. Gordon thought this a good little Cecile, who grew hourly in strength and opportunity for his daughter to see the world, and beauty.

my sanction was not asked; my hopes had long “The Sunday after my recovery I accompanied ceased to rest upon the gifts of this earth; I theremy husband to church, but as I leaned heavily fore made no complaint, and bore our parting with on his arm, no returning pressure reminded me we less anguish than I anticipated. Little did I dream were going to the house of God with one heart and I should never see her again ; and without a tear one mind. I gazed anxiously, after the service I witnessed the departure of my husband and was over, at Mrs. Foxall's distant pew: but she child for the contineni, and in the silence of my answered not as usual my eager glance, and the closet I poured forth my whole soul to God, in

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the quivering lip grew rigid, and without a strug“ Within a twelvemonth my daughter was gle his soul had passed its mortal boundary, and married to a young officer, Edward Lorraine ; my with a wild shriek I fell on the floor. husband went over to the nuptials, and I wrote to “Deep and settled became my melancholy, as Cecile such a letter as only a mother could write I found all endeavours to establish my innocence to her daughter; no answer was returned, and at Dalton unavailing. The clergyman and phywhen Mr. Gordon came back few and brief were sician were both attentive, but I believe their the answers he gave to my eager questions. Mr. wives only the more despised me, for what they Lorraine was rich, well connected, and bound for considered my shallow aitempts to impose upon India. Two years of gloom succeeded this event, their credulity. Ob, those self-righteous, hardoccasionally enlivened by letters from Cecile, which judging people, could they but have probed one were addressed to her father and not to me. human heari, what a lesson they might have

One winter's afternoon my husband received learned ! a summons from my old enemy, the housekeeper, “ Thus months passed away in desolation; but who had long been pensioned off at some little I still clung to the hope that Cecile would return distance from us. His horse was soon saddled, to England, and thai she at any rate would be and without taking leave of me, he was on his but 100 glad to believe my statement. Her husmission to the dying woman. That night he was band's appearance was absolutely necessary, as I brought back speechless from a fall, which had could claim only my widow's portion. I did not produced concussion of the brain. The labourer speculate whether it were more or less than the who accompanied him, related that he had seen sum named in the will; it was sufficient for my Mr. Gordon riding on the high road, as if a demon wants. At length Mr. Lorraine arrived, unacwere behind him; and, in urging his horse to the companied by Cecile. He was a man who, natuutmost speed, it had started at the shadow of a rally, viewed everything in a suspicious light, and tree, and threw its_rider, apparently lifeless, held doggedly to his prejudices. The impressions against the trunk. The medical man who ex- he had received of my guilt from my husband's amined the wounds pronounced the possibility of sister were to be erased; he therefore a fatal termination, unless the patient were kept scoffed at the account I gave of Mr. Gordon's dyprofoundly quiet. He promised to visit him at ing moments, and departed, strong in the determiearly dawn, and I kepi walch alone beside my nation that I should never be reunited to my child. husband's pillow. He lay there long, scarcely “Worn down in body and mind, I quitted showing any signs of life; and tears streamed Dalton for ever; and when I arrived in London, I down my cheeks as I dweli on the probability of sold out my property, took my maiden name bis being called to his heavy reckoning in that un- of Corrie, and without friends or advisers, I found conscious state. At last he moved, and mur. peace and shelter amid the sweet scenery of Richmured, as if in a dream, Cecile! wife !' How mond; but for some time I suffered from a train strangely those words thrilled through my heart. of nervous disorders, in which originated my dis*Cecile ! be repeated again, as he endeavoured like to perfumes. Here I have remained undis10 raise himself up. I flew to his assistance; our turbed until now, by the terrible recollections of eyes met, and in his was the love and tenderness the past, which your description of myself awoke of our early years : his reason was relurned. in me: but I have learned to know all things are “That box,' he articulated, pointing to the iron willed by the Most High for our ultimate good, one in his own chamber, the key is in my and my meeting with you was not ordained by pocket; burn the papers you will find at the top.' chance. When my weary race on earth is run, I I hastily obeyed him, and a gleam of exultation shall die in peace. When you forward the picplayed upon his features as he gazed upon the tures to India, inclose the history of my trials : consuming parchment. "Thank God!' he faintly Cecile will then not blush to weep over the meexclaimed;' that was my last testament, and io mory of her mother. My executors will have orders the trifling stipend I left you, I attached the to forward you Mr. Edward Lorraine's address. I stigma of my anger.

Óh, Cecile, beloved will not give it you now, fearing you might be Cecile, only to-night did I learn from the house- tempted to make the disclosure during my life. keeper, who has gone to a more merciful Judge time-a disclosure which would still be treaied as than myself, tbat you were innocent: it was she an imposture. Already have I trespassed too who laid the snare to ruin us both-she it was long upon your time, and will only add the prayer who urged Mr. Douglas 10 insult you with his that you may meet in your hour of need the same love, he believing from her that you secretly in- balm of kindness which you poured upon the dulged a passion for him ; and io give her lie broken heart of Cecile GORDON !" every appearance of truth, unknown to you, ap- I had scarcely folded up the narrative, when parent preparations were made for your quitting my young sitters were announced, and gladly my roof, which I was summoned to witness by an would I have given up the prohts of the pictures, anonymous letter. Cecile, it is too late, now, 10 10 bave had at that moment leisure to have dwelt atone for all your wrongs; I am dying ! Oh, do upon what had I read; and the children appeared not weep; let me but live to write an explanation more restless than ever. to the world, and you may, yet be happy.' I “How very tiresome you are, to-day,” said the wiped the dew from his brow as he sank exhausted quiet mother : “ how you weary Mrs. T: you in my arms. A stillness succeeded : for some are worse than your brother,” continued the lady, speaking to the girl. “See how you have torn | And through all ages such the minds who still the crape from your frock, Cecile."

“Our spirits rule,” and Fame's bright records Cecile ! the word acted upon me like an electric fill, shock-it was a name so full of interest. " And More often lone than with the shield what else are you called, my dear ?" said I. From half life's ills a happy home can yield;

“ Lorraine-Cecile Lorraine,” replied the child. More often lone: for in the wheel of life

The pencil fell from my hand, and I sat without How oft has Genius drawn but woe and strife ! power to move.

Or is it that each faculty and sense You are ill-over-fatigued,” said my visitor, To mate the intellect is deep-intense rising ; “shall I ring for your maid ?"

So that for them there ever sparkles up “Oh, no, thank you,”'I replied, half ashamed Either the nectar or the poison cup? of my emotion, “ I am better, but may I ask your I know but this, that as the marble rock husband's Christian name ?"

Is fretted by the river's feeble shock, “ Edward," answered the widow, looking in her Although an earthquake threw it up unrent, turn agitated; "but why do you ask ?"

When all the elements of power were blent ; I opened my desk and placed the two minia- So the proud heart of Genius, day by day, tures before me. She snatched up the one painted Girt by domestic misery, wears away. of Mrs. Corrie in her youth, and pressed it to her Thus, for the thankless world perchance ʼtis bestlips.

No human ties find anchor in his breast. " It is my mother,” she exclaimed, “and this He had a glorious dream in days of yore, other too is of her, but, oh, how faded! How did But now a score of years are passed, or more; you come by them? Do you know her ? Where is Love's flowers are dead, or faded all, she? for if she be alive i know not where to seek Though kept like relics beneath memory's pall.. her."

And ever since that hour when the decree In a few words I explained my professional ac- Of that gaunt despot, iron Poverty, quaintance, and entreated her to take home the Went forth to quench Hope's bright and cheering narrative I had just perused, and act upon it as light, her best feelings would dictate.

And blast Love's flowers, which bloomed beneath A few evenings from this occurrence, a carriage

bis sight, stopped before my house, and, as the servant threw The expanding mind, braced by the shocks of open my study door, I beheld Mrs. Corrie leaning fate, on the arm of her child : both were full of tearful Stands forth the mightier, and more concentrate. gratitude to me; and never before or since, did I The Man before his Age--The Pioneer ! so much value the blessing of having made choice Who cries “ Eureka," and the herd but jeer ; of portrait painting as a profession.

And yet the pathway that he leaves behind,
The broad foot-marks which they that follow find,
Lead—if to future years we quickly leap,

To the rich harvest meaner minds shall reap.

Perchance in earlier days a meleor flame
Lured him to dream of winning earthly fame.
But this is over—and no visions now

Image the laurel round his fading brow;
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They only whisper, that a future age
Of wiser men shall venerate his page.
So, as the bright beam from the Starry Crown

Meets the raised orbs which Genius' fire illumes, “ Enough,” the Spirit sighed, “ enough is shown: Kissing the cheek whence health's clear hue is Choose now a star that gems the Boreal crown."

flown, And, like a feather drifted by the wind,

And the bent frame, that slow decay consumes, My soul obeyed the spell the Spirit twined ! Unto his heart it seems a type on high There is a chamber rude-a casement high, Beyond the pale of poor mortality. And one poor watcher of the starry sky.

Methinks to many a world-wearied mind, His day's too needful toil at length is past That Northern Crown, so clear, so well defined, When the bowed heart with joy upsprings at last. Hath whispered the soul's language-which must Lofty the brow the night winds softly fan,

be But the supporting hand is weak and wan ; Those deathless Truths, whose Truth is Poetry ! (And, oh! methinks the observing eye may trace (For it doth seem no other word expresses Expression here, not art nor will can chase.) The dim revealings which the soul confesses.) The Man BEFORE HIS AGEl-alone-apart It tells of something dearer to such hearts From the dull throng communes with his own Than earthly fame, or earthly crown imparts. heart.

This is the spirit essence which is found 'Tis welll for every faculty has bent

In pure religion, and is shed around To one great purpose, and one sole intent. The soul of Genius, where it doth distil, Crushed by the iron heel of Poverty

And lowlier minds with borrowed glory fill. Not bis to form affection's holiest tie;

He asks no guerdon now from feeble man, No loving wife, or prattling child is near, But feels his soul a part of the Almighty Plan! The care-worn student's hour of rest to cheer.

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at the same time he inhales the poison which saps

bis physical energies, and mildews the cords which A Sketch from Real Life.

bind him to existence. She is a widow with three helpless children, she cannot command the little capital necessary to establish her in business, or

purchase the mangle and other implements to The class of persons which forms the subject of enable ber to follow the occupation of a laundress, our present skeich, is one which has even enlisted she must get bread for herself and liule ones by our sympathy and commiseration.

charing.She goes forth to workmalas ! alas! The undefined, yet multifarious occupation de- how often do the public journals chronicle that she volved on them, the scanty, still often begrudged is summoned from her labours to the succour of remuneration doled out for long hours of ceaseless one of her babes, who is injured, perhaps to death, and wearisome labour; the uncertain and con- by fire. Without the playthings and appliances tingent nature of their vocation, which compels to amuse childhood's laste which wealth and them, perhaps, to task every corporeal energy, to luxury provide; in a room destitute, perhaps, rise up early and late take rest” three days in almost of furniture, no cakes “to make a feasi the week, to supply the wants of the unemployed with," no toys, no scraps of finery wherein to remainder, are all so many and forcible appeals to bedeck themselves, and, dearer than all these, no the charities of our nature

loving mother's voice to cheer and enliven with “ Take physic pomp,

song and story ; (for the mother's heart shall be Learn to feel that which wretches feel, and

full to bursting, yet will she force the song from Show the heavens more just!"

ber parched throat, and amidst the hard and drear

realities of life, weave the gay story of fairy enGo look at that poor, emaciated, worn-out wo- chantment to amuse the babes of her bosom ;) man-age has come upon her, yet she lacks the the children have crept to the fire, and sought provision its wants and infirmities demand. Sick- amusement from the burning embers, till a spark ness, it may be, enfeebles her frame, and bows her has caught the clothes of one, and the terrified strength ; she has lived a life of honest labour, sbrieks of its young companions summon aid, but for servitude she is now unfit. What can she often too late. The distracted mother arrives at do to gain wherewith to pay for a roof to shelter the hospital where her darling has been conveyed, her, or to produce the coarsest meal to support life? | to see the cherub face she left a few hours since rosy Her spirit, cramped and crushed as it is by the thral- and smiling, scorched and blackened, and liear the dom of poverty, yet revolts at the sterner shackles, wail of dying agony from the lips of her loved and the bitterer bondage of pauper maintenance. One her last born. But let us change the scene. last effort she makes for independence, and self- Mary Morgan (or as she was commonly called sustainment, ere she seeks the door of the parish Molly Morgan) was a “cbar-woman," it is true, poor-house, which, once closed on her, she knows but of the most thriving and prosperous sort. will not open again, till the hard pallet is ex. Ever in demand, summer and winter, spring and changed for the green sod of the grave-she becomes autumn, in season and out of season, she was still a "char-woman.” The early winter's morning, employed. She had been a soldier's wife, and dark and bleak, sees her on her way to her work. little akin as her appearance or temperament were The thin and canty habiliments in which she is to melancholy, a shade of grief would cloud her clothed are but poor defence against the wild round rubicond face, when allusion to the battle of wind which howls around her; but she murmurs Waterloo, in which her husband perished, was not, and the weakened sinews and failing strength made; of a frame, whose “thews and sinews” will put forth their every effort, that she may re- seemed formed of cast iron at the weakest ; of tain employment in the house to which she is going. spirits so exuberant, they did not need the foreign Amidst all her toil she still remembers that night aid which scandal said she assisted them occabrings release ; that she has yet a home, poor and sionally with. She seemed to take to it as a humble though that home may be, where she pastime, and would do the office of three ordinary is mistress; and where action, as thought, is alike • maids of all work” on any day. It was, infree. But often the “ char-woman works not deed, the readiness with which she turned her only for herself. She has a husband at home pros- hand to everything, which made her in such trate through sickness, and the two shillings, won request with the ladies of our acquaintance. by twelve hours of unlimited toil, must go to provide Was the cook ill? albeit she had not taken not alone rent, and food, and firing, but a portion lessons at Crockford's in the cunning science of must be deducted to satisfy the lingering of dis- gastronomy, she was competent to roast and boil eased appetite; a little fruit, perhaps a glass of to a minute, and, if occasion required, concoct a wine, has been eagerly coveted, and the poor fricandeau of irreproachable favour. Had the “ char-woman" will go to her bed tired and sup- l' housemaid sprained her wrist? who swept the perless, that the help-mate of her love and of her rooms so thoroughly? who shook the beds with youth may be indulged in his fancy.

such strength and vivacity that not one feather But our" char-woman," it may be, is a widow; clung to another? or, who brought to the bright bars her husband, a mechanic, long since has fallen a so dazzing a polish? We have known her pro. victim to one of the diseases, which, in specific em- moted to the nursery, when some pretty" Fanny," ployments, darken the path of productive labour, or “ Jape," who presided there heretofore, has sudfrom which the artisan reaps large wages, knowing denly linked herself in Hymen's silken bonds with

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