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yet the frigate; for she toppled against the rocks and was shattered. Well, well! Big Bill would request that Mr. Talbot would jest go over to Rottingdean and paint the remnant of the 'Sibyl.' It would do nicely as a present from me to the poor sorrowing Mrs. Gale, the captain's wife.”

Talbot felt renewed wonder and gratification at learning from Big Bill the particulars of the wreck of the Sibyl. It was another evidence of the genuine goodness of the coast-guardman's heart.

He promised to paint the wrecked “Sibyl” as early as possible, and shaking him lovingly by the hand, left him, to hold “converse sweet" with Rose, who was waiting in a retired part of Sussexsquare, beneath the overhanging branches of a tree. The two lovers no sooner saw each other than they rushed forward to pledge affection. Wennie Talbot could perceive by the light of a lamp which diffused its radiance in the face of Rose that she had been weeping. He guessed the cause of her tears, but did not know all the trouble oppressing her. She had arranged to meet him at Black Rock at an early part of the evening, and was on the point of leaving Moss Villa as her cousin from London presented himself. He had received intelligence that the tenants of Moss Villa were starting shortly for Italy. Ho thought he would make one more charge upon the heart of his cousin Rose before he lost sight of her, perhaps for ever.

My sweet coz, this is kind of you," he said, as he endeavoured to take her hand, “ to meet me ere you go your long journey to the fair land of romance and historic fame."

“ Indeed, cousin Francis, you must not suppose I entertained the least thought that you were on the way to Moss Villa. I thought, from the abrupt, unceremonious, and ungentlemanly manner you betrayed in deserting me on the Downs, that you had gone in search of a new country and a new cousin. However, as you have found it pleasant to return to Moss Villa, in order to look at us before we take ship, I trust we shall all be friends."

"You are still cruel, cousin Rose; why cannot you give me hope of affectionate regard, and allow me to aspire to the proud title of your husband. I have undergone much change for the better since I saw you last; and, believe me, I shall not prove unworthy your hand.”

· Cousin, cousin, once for all, remember I cannot be yours. There was a single barrier to an union between us when we


separated on the downs—that barrier was yourself. There is now a double barrier, yourself and another, who holds, by royal right of love, the key which unlocks my heart. Believe


cousin Francis, I wish to be on friendly terms with you if you will it; but I cannot sacrifice myself from love and happiness for you. No, not though all the influences of

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There was such an energy of expression displayed by Rose, that Francis, her cousin, saw plainly as possible that his suit was out of joint; he felt vexatious, and muttered to himself many valedictory oaths, which it was well Rose did not hear. The young lady was secretly tortured. She knew that Wennie would be waiting for her at Black Rock ; she could not get away without suspicion possessing the breasts of her parents. Then another misfortune was

Her father overheard her replies to Francis, and made the discovery from her own lips that she loved another. He had little doubt as to who the favored of Rose could be. She was delayed, without being able to form any excuse for absenting herself, by the cross-examination of her parents, and the positive expressions of annoyance which fell from the lips of her cousin, who no sooner discovered that Rose was in bad grace with her parents, than he took up the coward's cudgels and belabored her until she burst into a flood of tears. The young lady, all of a sudden, denounced her cousin Francis as a coward and a scapegrace, said she would not submit to such rough usage from him, and left the room, leaving her parents to assign her vacation to her dislike of her cousin. Thus Rose got away to seek her lover, without producing the least suspicion in her parents' mind as to her real intention.

The Lady Rose soon gained the promenade near the sea in front of Kemp Town. She felt very timid as she endeavoured to pierce the darkness, and she knew not how to act. At that instant she heard a tune whistled, and the heavy tread of Big Bill gave her

Now Rose knew Big Bill because he was coast-guardsman, and was known to sight by all the inhabitants about Sussexsquare. She accosted him, and soon enlisted him in her service. The good-natured Pill ran to do her bidding, while Rose retired to the spot where her lover is now with her.

The circumstances of her delay are made known to Wennie, and the conduct of Big Bill in saving Wennie's life are made known to Rose. The young lady shudders as she sees how narrowly her lover



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has escaped destruction. Talbot reads her feelings in her expressions. He imprints a kiss on her forehead, and desires her to think no more of it.

“To-morrow you will leave this place and return to Italy, the land you so delight in picturing. And will you leave Brighton, dear Rose, without a regret? will you not sigh to be again here, where you are the object of my love ?”

“ Shall I not be the object of your love the same in Italy as in Brighton?

“ Yes, my Rose; but I cannot reconcile myself to your departure. I think of it by day and night. I fancy I see you stricken beneath a father's proud will, and doomed to wed another, without the satisfaction of having a choice in the matter.” Rose looked pale. She took the young man's hand.

- Do not give way to fancy, for my sake, dear Wennie; I promise you your fears will never be realised; for I will not be sold to matrimony by either parents or friends. When the great ocean parts us, I will think you, Wennie, and

you must only think of me. We both of us can paint. You have the open, irregular scenery of Sussex ; I shall have the grand, abrupt, and imposing scenery of Italy. We will both of us pursue our favorite study, and think of each other. There may be some mysterious spirit, after all, watching over us, and inspiring us to emulate each other."

“ I have scarcely the heart of a man, dear Rose; I feel that life will be objectless without you; and yet you will journey from me. I have little courage left me with which to brave the blank monotony of life.”

“ You must have faith, dear Wennie,” said Rose, encouragingly ; we are both of us young, and Italy is not so far but we may meet again. Let us only prove true to ourselves, and we shall prove true to each other. The eye of the Almighty is upon us. You know that not a sparrow falls to the ground without his knowledge. If he wills it, we shall come together, whatever may betide. Be faithful, dear Wennie, as you love me; have trust in the goodness of the Supreme Ruler. You look still sorrowful; be more cheerful ; reconcile yourself to necessity, and prosecute your painting. I feel we shall see each other again.”

“ Yes, dear Rose, but it may be in heaven. Yet I will strive to be resolute, and to nerve myself to bear, with philosophic patience, the sad destiny of disappointment before me. I shall paint, and


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while I paint I shall fancy that the eyes of my loved Rose are gazing over my shoulder on the canvass. Then I shall discover the delu-, sion, and see before me the broad, unmeasured, unpierceable ocean, and I shall feel an earnest, unsatisfying desire to come to Italy, because I shall know that Rose is there."

“ Dear Wennie,” murmured the sweet tearful girl, “I love you, and can never forget you. Not a day shall pass

and find me remiss in affection. I know my father has decided on this hasty journey because he has learned that I am attached to Wennie Talbot, and that Wennie Talbot has no high ancestral pedigree to point to, but that he is the son of a simple goldsmith, and has to dignify his life with toil. But you, dear Wennie, shall not be forsaken, for all the schemes which may be put into operation to thwart us. Can you trust me, when I vow to be constant, and to forbid other love than thine ?

• My dearest Rose," broke forth the young man, mistress of my soul; I place my hopes, my heart, my life, in your keeping. I cannot distrust your firm, holy love for me, but I fear you will be rendered unhappy by persecution, and, may be, overpowered in struggle for constancy, by the force of parental authority.”

“ Have no further fears on that subject, Wennie, as you love me. I have taken my stand, and, come what may, will be true to you. I know my father better than you; I am certain he will not persecute beyond a certain limit; for he is fond of me, and wonid not so forfeit my affection by desiring that I should sacrifice myself to dishonor."

“ Your words, sweet Rose, cheer me,” said the young artist, looking into the face of his lover. “ I feel that all may yet be well; but yet how wearyingly will glide the hours when you are gone. Before I knew you I was happy in the sole pursuit of art. Now I am unhappy when I cannot converse with you. You inspire me with new delights, unfold to me stores of information which I knew not of. You are my life's instructress. In future I shall pursue my studies only with the hopes that excellence in art may please you. I shall remain free from loving intercourse with any other lady, only that I may win you. I shall glory in the beauties of creation, only that I may educate my genius to deserve a laurel which shall be placed round your brow. When thou art gone, dear Rose, remember Wentworth Talbot is in Brighton, looking out on

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the waste of waters into the inexplicable distance for thee. He will look for thee through every day and season, until he either beholds thee return, finds thee himself, or passeth beneath the sod which covers the dead."

The young Lady Rose expressed her deep regard for him; they embraced ; and, with sorrowful feelings, separated.

It was near midnight; the stars were lustrous, and the atmosphere cold.

Wennie advanced towards the cliff; he met Big Bill, who was doing duty, with a rude telescope in his hand. They spoke together, shook hands, and separated. The coast-guardsman went to his box, Talbot to his home.

(To be continued.)




The breakers wash the shore,
The billows roar;
The rain comes whistling down;
The lazy town

The tradesman feels a dearth
In profit and in mirth.
Come, Sun! and cheer the day

With merry ray ;
The Rain brings dullness, dullness brings dismay----
Come, Sun, and chase the weeping clouds away!

Come, peep

Come, Sun! and grace the earth,
Give Gladness birth.

into the town-
Its heart is down.
The till is still, and Woe grows proud,
As Interest grumbles loud.
Come, Sun! and cheer the day

With merry ray;
The Rain brings dullness, dullness brings dismay-
Come, Sun, and chase the weeping clouds away!

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