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that would be impossible—for the mighty tide of recollections and emotions long-forgotten, would be overwhelming!”.

She paused in emotion, and Catherine replied,

“I have often felt the same desire ;I would first visit the house where I was born. Oh! sweet innocent days of childhood that I could recall ye !—I am depressed to-day, Teresa, -I cannot account for it, but in the midst of my brightest hours, gloomy clouds gather over my spirit, and happiness seems about to desert me. -I feel a peculiar yearning towards the memory of the lost to-day. How affecting it would be to see again the nursery once peopled with so many dear little playfellows,--and to remember where they now are.

“Some who were bold and beautiful, and promised fair to become all the heart could wish, sleep now under the cold turf, swept away cut down untimely by the effects of reckless dissipation ;-others, whose wild spirits formed

the life and soul of our infantine amusements, I saw pine in sorrow, faded and careworn, ere the grave closed over them; and I, the wildest and merriest of the whole group—what have I suffered ?

“ Then I should fancy I saw again, in her accustomed corner, that kind, dear nurse, who reared us all, and whose departure from our family was my first grief-Oh! how I pined after her! Then the recollection of a smiling, affectionate mother, whose rounded form and smooth brow seem like a dream to me nowfor sorrow had been busily at work before she died.

“Oh! Teresa, there are griefs far unutterably beyond the pangs of slighted and outraged affection,-and such griefs have been mine!

“I would next visit the church-yards, far apart, where two dear ones sleep,-Oh! God, how dear to the last, though fallen and degraded ; and I would kneel on their graves and pray for their tender guardianship, (if

such things may be permitted) for if true, though tardy repentance be acceptable, they are now angels in Heaven.

“ Then the house from which I first went forth into the world, and first felt the magic of soft tones, and the witchery of admiring glances; when my young and joyous heart culled sweets from every flower without any alloy of bitterness. I love to pause on this blissful period ! The flame of happiness which had burned steadily, and illumined my days till this time, went suddenly out, and great darkness ensued. But I will not follow up the retrospection, for all that followed was wearisome and vexatious for a time.”

“But surely dear Catherine,” replied Teresa, “ the memory of your past griefs should fade away before the sunshine of your present prospects."

At this recurrence to her actual position, the shade of sorrow passed from Catherine's countenance, and embracing her friend affectionately, she flew away to dress for dinner.


“I call the phantoms of a thousand hours
Each from its voiceless grave."


TERESA and Sedley met at dinner, but they were seated at opposite sides of the table, and she never once ventured to look at him. But Sedley's eyes rested frequently on her face, and he was unusually inattentive to the remarks of Charlotte Beverly, who sat beside him at table.

In the evening, Mrs. Alexander asked Teresa to sing, observing, at the same time, that she had not favoured them once since the arrival of Sir Herbert Sedley at Rossfirth.

Teresa could not refuse, and, accordingly, she

took her harp, and with exquisite feeling, sang the following words. Even the gifted author of the lines must have discovered new beauties in his composition had he heard her touching ex, pression of them.

" I heard a song, and it softly fell

On my ear like one of other years;
And I felt my heart to its cadence swell,

And its sweetness drew some ling’ring tears.

0! it made me think on many a one

Who listened once with me to the strain,-
Long, long, from all but memory gone,

The loved, whom I never may see again.

It made me sad, for it told of days

When my hopes were bright and my heart was young ; When my lips were tuned to joy and praise,

And the freshness of life was in my song,

I listened and wept, yet when it had passed,

So strangely was sweetness mixed with pain,
That though my spirit was overcast,

I asked again for that mournful strain."

Teresa ceased singing, and so deep was the interest she had awakened in all her auditors, that, for some time after her voice and the

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