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obliged twice to speak to her daughter before she could draw her attention.
“ Alice, look here-Alice, my dear." “What is it, mamma ? something new of yours ?” “No; guess again, Alice.” “Of one of my aunts, of course ?”.
" Neither, dear, neither. Come and look for yourself, and see if you can then tell whose it is.”
Alice dutifully laid aside her work, approached and took the book. The moment her eye glanced on the fatal page, all her apathy vanished-deep crimson overspread her cheeks, brow, and neck. She burst into tears of irrepressible vexation, and threw the book into the blazing fire.
The gentle Alice! Never had she been guilty of such an ebullition of temper. Her poor dismayed aunts retreated; her mother looked at her in mute" astonishment; and Ralph, struck, with her emotion, started from the desk, and would have asked an explanation, but Alice exclaimed—" Don't say any thing about it, mamma-I cannot bear it now.”
Mrs. Courland knew instinctively that Ralph would sympathize entirely with Alice, and quite willing to avoid an éclaircissement, she said—“Some other time, Ralph, I'll tell you the whole. Show me now what you have written. How have you begun?”
Ralph handed her the paper with a novice's trembling hand.
“Oh! how very little! and so scratched and inter
lined! but never mind c'est le premier pas qui
While making these general observations, the good mother was getting out and fixing her spectacles, and Alice and Ralph had retreated behind her. Alice rested her head on his shoulder, and Ralph's lips were not far from her ear, Whether he was soothing her ruffled spirit, or what he was doing, is not recorded. Mrs. Courland read and re-read the sentence. She dropped a tear on it. She forgot her literary aspirations for Ralph and Alice-forgot she was herself an author-forgot every thing but the mother; and rising, embraced them both as her dear children, and
expressed, in her raised and moistened eye, consent to their union, which Ralph had dutifully and prettily asked in that short and true story of his love for his sweet cousin Alice.
In due time the village of H. was animated with the celebration of Alice's nuptials: and when her mother and aunts saw her the happy mistress of the Hepburn farm, and the happiest of wives, they relinquished, without a sigh, the hope of ever seeing her an Au..
VISION OF DEATH.
BY FREDERIC MELLEN.
66–Fair Earth! such destiny for thee was made.”
I stood on the uplifted hills,
I saw a long and silent crowd
I look'd far down the misty vale,
The harvest song came loud and clear;
I saw by that lake's silver flood,
I look'd upon the gentle flowers,
I turn'd, and look'd upon the sky,
I thought on those to whom 'twas given,
LOVE AND FRIENDSHIP.
BY WILLIAM LEGGETT.
The birds, when winter shades the sky,
Fly o'er the seas away,
And summer breezes play.
While fortune's sun is warm,
And fly before the storm.
But when from winter's howling plains
Each other warbler 's past,
And cherups midst the blast.
With fortune's sun depart,
And nestles on the heart.