A stolen glance at mass, a blush, a start, Her last on Paul . . . And must such lovers part? They must-for Lisette was pure duty's ray, Nor deemed a doting parent's broken heart, A sweet and rural spot was Lisette's home, And mingled with the purple-clustered vine; Scorned not the rural toils of village maid, In antique ornaments, that once had been And disappointed hope, she journeyed home, She thought upon the hapless orphan boy, To share her toils, and double all her joy.. For there the purple "pensée" seemed to greet That fell like dew-drops on the faithful flower, That through all seasons the same fond smile wears; She thought, or we may deem she thought, that flower An emblem of her love.-What accents meet Her ear?-Who comes to her deserted bower? this simple farewell at her feet: Paul pours "Oh, Lisette! I have sought you, And Lisette, I have brought you, "No longer will I linger, In well-loved glen and grove, "And in some distant land, I'll earn a right to bring, "I will not ask a promise, And I will not claim a vow, Those tearful eyes have answered, "Yes," "But oh! should aught estrange, love, That precious heart from me, And oh should chance and change, love, "Then, fling that token from thee: When Lisette raised her head, she was alone, Paul's parting token-with his tears bedewed, There were glad hearts, when Paul was seen no more, A wealthy bourgeois, and a farmer bold, Law's minions came, and ere her tears were dried Disputed Lisette's right to the estate. Proved something, Heaven knows what, which drove her from Her fav'rite bowers, and her childhood's home. When poverty and want assailed her door, Those suitors quickly bade all others yield, Of former bliss, and joined the wretched crowd, In making lace, to deck some happier fair. But never, even in a transient thought, Did her fond heart admit one truant doubt, Whether 'twere happier to share that lot, That wretched lot, with Paul, or wealth without. One evening (she had toiled thro' the long day As that when Paul had breathed his last farewell! A deep voice near her answered, No! Lisette." It is a proud day, when the young lover comes And when on her pale cheek all freshly blooms When he who was scoffed at and cruelly spurned, With the strength of his own stalwart arm has earned When the old mother learned the orphan boy Was come, with stores of wealth to claim Lisette, To look to the main chance, but that she ne'er And as the mother's hand he kindly caught, Oh those glad lovers! side by side again Many sly looks the jeweller would throw At the young Lisette, as the ring she tried: Betrayed the bashful but too happy bride. And, leaning on his arm, feared not the throng Borne by the rush of eager crowds away; A sudden shock tears Paul from Lisette's side, And in that awful hour, the weak, the old Were trampled underfoot. The trembling tone And tott ring step of the young Lisette, told Her strength was failing." Paul,” she cried, “'tis done! Oh save yourself, for nought can rescue me; I sink, I sink, God's blessing, Paul, on thee Oh yield not, loved one: see, they come! they come ! Bear up one moment then, and I will take, On these strong shoulders, my best treasure home." There was a moment's pause-the crowd was gazing On some huge building, in one red glare blazingOh, now or never, Lisette!" and he knelt, 64 66 Quick, quick, the maddened crowd come rushing on, He was obeyed. A soft hand grasped his own, Upon his shoulders, not more proud could be, What piercing shriek at midnight fills yon grove? He calls them wedding-rings, of his damp straw, Her veil o'er nature's charms, and nature's law Ordains repose for all-he seems to bear Some precious burden,-toils beneath its weight Till the moon rises,-then the midnight air Is filled with one wild sound-that sound Lisette!.... at THE HEIRESS. "Look on her with impartial eyes, and then It was near midnight when the travelling carriage, which contained Lord Baltimore and his confidential valet, stopped at the door of the principal hotel The post-horses, which had brought them through the last stage, were covered with foam and dust; and as his master entered the house, Sciner gave an order for fresh cattle to be brought out immediately; this order could not, however, be complied with, owing to an extraordinary influx of travellers from the continent, and the young nobleman found himself necessitated to pause in his hasty journey, to repose the four jaded animals that they were even now removing from his travelling-chaise. The valet bestowed a few gutteral German curses on the innocent waiters and ostlers, who crowded round the equipage, to tender their services; and after having despatched some articles of value into the house, he followed his lord to an apartment where the lately decaying embers were now rapidly expanding into flame and cheerfulness. Lord Baltimore was an only son; he had lost his mother early in life, and had spent the last seven years abroad. He had just been summoned by the earl to fulfil a wish, which, unknown to his son, he had been nursing since his youth; it was that of uniting him to the daughter of an old friend; "there is another reason," urged the letter, "which will, I doubt not, influence a young man of your good sense. Miss Ashtonville is an heiress-our estates are involved, almost beyond all other hope I revere the memory of your mother too much to dwell on the manner in which they became thus embarrassed -it suffices to inform you that they are SO. Ada Ashtonville's father knows this, and yet he is too generous to annul the contract into which we entered in your childhood. Remember, however, my dear boy, that if your acquaintance with the lady engenders other feelings than those which will promise to make the union a happy one, you are free;— but I will, I do fervently hope the con trary; Miss Ashtonville is too lovely and too amiable not to inspire you with the highest regard." Lord Baltimore received the intelligence of his father's arrangement with Mr. Ashtonville like one who dreams; but he instantly resolved to obey the earl's first wish, by immediately returning home, and to leave to time and circumstance the fulfilment of the second. "This is a sad bore, Sciner," said the young nobleman, as his valet entered the apartment. "It is, my lord," replied the equallyannoyed domestic. Wheel the sofa to the fire, and throw on a few coals; this room is as chilly as the catacombs.' "Had not your lordship better lie down for an hour?" asked the more considerate valet, "you are really looking fatigued, my lord." Pho, pho, Sciner," smiled his master, "you would make a woman of me― why I must not nurse myself into effeminacy when I am just going to be married." lord?" Married, my "Yes, most ejaculating Sciner, married-is the idea of my becoming a Benedict so very extraordinary ?" "It is strange, my lord, that I should not have heard of it before ;-then there is an end to my hopes." "And what were they?" asked lord Baltimore, willing to encourage the loquacity of his attendant, from mere lack of amusement. "I confess, my lord, that I had hoped one day to see the beautiful Miss Ashtonville Countess of Mountmorris." "What! do you want to give the young lady to my father?" "Not exactly, my lord; but as I trust that I shall live to see your lordship earl of Mountmorris-that is, not hope, I ought rather to have said expect, my lord-for the will of Providence and the order of nature must be accomplished -so I might see Miss Ashtonville Countess of Mountmorris, without marrying her to your lordship's father." Sciner," said his My honoured papa Upon my word, master, laughing, " |