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the business of the House than during his 1849, he resigned his office of Comptroller, former term, and he was assigned a place on to assume the duties of his new position, and one of the most important committees—that in the discharge of those high and delicate on elections. He was successively reëlected duties, he acquitted himself with courtesy, to the 26th and 27th Congresses, and in dignity, and ability, until the death of Genboth of them distinguished himself as a man eral Taylor, in July, 1850, elevated him to of talents and great business capacity. At the Presidential chair. His term of office exthe close of the first session of the 27th Con- pires on the 4th of March, 1853. Mr. Fillgress, he signified to his constituents his in more was married in 1826 to Abigail Powtention not to be a candidate for reëlection, ers, the youngest child of the late Rev. returned to Buffalo, and again devoted him- Lemuel Powers, by whom he has a son and self to his profession, of which he had be a daughter. Mr. Fillmore has filled the discome one of the most distinguished members tinguished station which he now occupies in the State. In 1844, he was prevailed with dignity and ability. He is emphatically upon to accept the nomination by the Whig a self-made man. From an inheritance of party for Governor of the State of New comparative poverty, he has, by his own exYork; but he shared in the general defeat ertions, raised himself to one of the most of his party. In 1847, however, he was con eminent positions in the world, affording a soled for his defeat by his election to the fine illustration of the boast of our country, office of Comptroller of the State, by an ex that its highest honors and dignities are the ceedingly large majority. In 1848, he was legitimate objects of ambition to the humblest nominated by the Whigs as their candidate in the land, as well as to those most favored for Vice-President, and elected to that office by the gifts of birth and fortune. in the fall of the same year. In March,
MEETA Clifton was sitting alone in her | twining. A door opened, and Meeta's reverie luxuriously furnished boudoir, one hand veil was broken. She raised her large, thoughting her eyes from the subdued light of the ful eyes, and met the anxious and inquiring apartment, the other carelessly resting on the gaze of her devotedly fond mother. closed and splendidly bound volume in her “ Tears ! tears again, my darling—tell me, lap. Her small lips were tightly compressed, Meeta, why is this? Have you not every and now and then there stole from the veil- luxury which you could desire !—every wish ed eyes large tears, which glanced along her granted as soon as expressed ?—and still you cheeks like drops of dew on the petals of a persevere in weeping away your mornings, blushing rose.
and sighing away your evenings, as though From the opened windows of the conser your heart was breaking. There is some vatory there came a mingled perfume of cause for this, Meeta, and you must tell it many blossoms, and at her feet lay the half- to me, my child." finished wreath of delicate buds, which but Mrs. Clifton bad commenced in an almost a few moments before she had been busily playful tone of voice, but as she proceeded
her tones, if not her words, assumed a tinge in the parlor-Miss Nugent singing a popuof bitterness, and when she ceased a look of lar song, accompanied by a gentleman beside vexation had entirely displaced the one of her, whose deep, rich voice swept the fine motherly anxiety, which had before so plain- chords of Meeta's heart, as a summer breeze ly predominated. Meeta stopped, raised the would sweep over the trembling strings of a wreath, and selecting a sprig of jessamine wind-harp. But the melody it awoke died from the flowers before her, diligently bent not as soon away. How many times in the over her work, as she carelessly answered: watches of the sleepless night that succeeded “ It is not strange that one should have sad that eventful meeting, did Meeta Clifton thoughts at times, mamma, and I have been listen to the echoing vibrations which so reading a sad tale this morning."
powerfully moved her ; how many times did Mrs. Clifton lifted the volume. It was a she repeat to herself his musical name, book of German legends.
“Clarence Grenville." It seemed to her the “I wish you would stop reading these golden key which was to unlock for her the German stories, Meeta—you know
you were treasure-house of the future. always visionary enough. Come, child, put The next day Mrs. Nugent and her up this nonsensical romance and dress your daughter passed with the Cliftons
. Mr. self; I will order the carriage, and we will Grenville dined with them; and when he go down to Levy's and see what they have bade them good evening, he bore away the new and pretty."
jessamine which Meeta bad twined in her A look of weariness, almost of disgust, wreath-the wreath she had wept orer,
little passed over Meeta's strikingly beautiful fea- dreaming one of its flowers would be pressed tures as she arose from the lounge, and care to the lips of her “first love." fully laid her wreath in a porphyry urn half Days, weeks, months glided onward, and filled with water. With a languid step she Meeta and Clarence were betrothed. In followed her mother from the room-up the Grenville bad Meeta found the ideal she had staircase, and then gliding into her own
pictured; and fully understood and apprecidressing room, she closed the door, and ated by him was her noble and sensitive turned the key in the lock. She threw a nature. Never wearied of her wild imaginings, careless glance around the chamber, and he listened hour after hour to the tide of met the reflection of her own graceful form brilliant thought which gushed carelessly in the Psyche glass. The marble forchead froin the deep wells of her intellect, or flowed so thoughtfully serene—the dark eyes so calmly from the boundless seas of her affecintensely brilliant--the faultlessly chiselled tion. Fle had passed the first flush of manmouth--she noted all, and then with an hood, and disgusted with the heartlessness almost sorrowful smile, she said : "For these of the throng, in whose midst he liad moved must I listen to the flatteries I despise, while a polished man of the world, he looked upon not one soul in the wide world understands Meeta's rare and beautiful attractions with surme as I long to be understood.”
prise and glowing admiration; foreven at their “Meeta, are you ready ?"
first meeting had his discerning eye penetrated "In one moment, mammạ;" and tying on the almost haughty coldness of her manher bonnet, and folding her cashmere about ners. An intimate acquaintance soon ripened her, she joined her mother in the hall.
into love upon his part, and the arowal of After making their purchases at Levy's, it was met with no affectation of indifference Mrs. Clifton ordered the coachman to drive by Meeta. Upon the very sofa where but a to the United States Hotel
, where Meeta few months before she bad wept because sho and herself immediately proceeded to call so longed for a sympathizing spirit
, did she upon some friends from St. Louis.
sit by the side of Clarence, hand clasped in They found Mrs. Nugent and her daughter hand, and the pure blood mantling ber
cheeks with crimson, as she listened to the dare to bring to me a heart whose altars are eloquent words which told her how fondly, soiled with the ashes of the sacrifices which how devotedly was she beloved. After their you offered up in other days. Clarence engagement, most of their mornings were Grenville! is this the return for the unspent together; either in riding or walk- bounded lore which I have poured upon ing, or in their fayorite apartment, the bou- you ?—no, not upon you, but the ideal with doir. There, one morning, Clarence sur whom I fancied I had exchanged a heart as prised her, so deeply engrossed in the Ger- fresh, and pure, and fervent as my own." man tale she was reading, that he raised her Clarence looked upon Meeta with surhand from the table before she was aware of prise. his presence.
“Surely, dear one, this is but a jest. You " I ain jealous of that book, Meeta, and I cannot imagine that my love for you is less challenge you to give it me.”
strong or less abiding, because my fancies " Ah, Clarence, niy German books are all have been enthralled before. You will not the world to me in your absence; there I let such a trifling cause interfere with onr live over all the happiness I experience in happiness, Meeta? My love for you is too your presence, and sometimes I so identify deep for such bubbles upon the surface of myself with the feelings of some favorite the past to affect for a moment." character, that I forget the matter-of-fact Slowly from her cushioned seat Meeta world of now-a-days."
arose; there were no tears in her
but " Then is the present 'matter-of-fact' so the pupils were painfully dilated, and her disagreeable to you, Meeta ?”
colorless cheeks and lips bore unmistakable "Oh, no, Clarence; I am far happier than signs of the struggles of her proud heart. any
of heroines since we have met; so For one moment she paused in front of her happy, that I sometimes tremble lest the betrothed-with a low whisper she bowed bright dreams which gi!ded my pathway so
her head. suddenly and beautifully vanish. Shall I “ Take back this ring, Clarence-our tell you my last night's dream, Clarence ?" marriage can never be, and henceforth I am
"Certainly, dearest; but I am sure with to you only as a bubble upon the waters of your strong mind you are not in the least the past. God in mercy grant that it may superstitious; although I easily divine that disturb the serenity of my life no more than the dream was not a pleasant one by the it will yours.” Madonna-like look which you wear.
There Another moment, and she had gone. - your eyes a trifle lower: that will do. How bewildered was the look which Clarence Now your expression is exactly that of Ellen cast upon the closing door ; with what wild Gray, my first love. I must tell you all energy did he spring forward—it was too late. about that, Meeta.”
He seized the pencil which lay upon Meeta's eyes were turned full upon Clar
Meeta's escritoire, and wrote hurriedly upon ence Grenville's before his last sentence was a blank sheet of note-paper : finished. Slowly from her cheeks the rose "For God's sake, Meeta, come back to hue faded, and strangely hoarse was her me—for my sake, come—for my own sweet voice as she said, “Clarence, you have surely sake, beloved. Too closely woven are the never loved before !"
inmost fibres of our hearts for this rude blow “ Most assuredly I have, my loveliest and to separate. Come to me, darling: I will my best,” he replied, at the same time vainly tell you all. I have not one thought which endeavoring to imprison the hand she had I would hide from you-come, and let these withdrawn.
moments of unnecessary torments cease. "Oh, Clarence, this is terrible!-this is for ever thine, and thine only, cruel! You have loved before, and yet you