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DAY-DREAMS. 
 
DAY-DREAMS. 
 
 BY 
 
 MARTHA "all EN. 
 
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 '"lis to create, and in creating live 
 A being more intense, that we endow 
 With form our fancy, gaining as we give 
 The life we image, ev'n as I do now." 
 
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 PHILADELPHIA: 
 
 LIPPINCOTT, aRAMBO, AND CO 
 1852. 
 

 Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1852, by 
 
 L IFPINCOTT, GRAMBO, AND CO., 
 
 in the Office of the Clerk of the District Court of the United States 
 in and for the Eastern District of Pennsylvania. 
 
 PHILADELPHIA : , 
 T. K. AND P, G. COLLINS, PRINTERS. 
 
PREFACE 
 
 Timidly, yet hopefully, I. send forth these 
 thoughts, fancies, and dreams, which, in writ- 
 ing, brightened many a lonely hour; and if 
 they but recall a pleasurable recollection, or 
 charm away the dulness of a long winter's 
 evening, my end will be attained. True, as 
 Solomon says, "There is nothing new under 
 the sun" — the more freely, then, I offer the 
 effusions of a neophyte in the paths of litera- 
 ture. Greet me with sweet smiles and gentle 
 words; your heart-warm sympathies will in- 
 spire me with energy to make renewed efforts 
 for the goal we all strive to win— the approval 
 of our friends. M. A. 
 
CONTENTS. 
 
 PAGE 
 
 A CHRISTMAS SKETCH 13 
 
 THE MOTHER 20 
 
 JACK FROST .......... 24 
 
 DEATH OP TIME • , . . 29 
 
 QUEEN KATHARINE PARR A LEAF FROM ITER LIFE . . 33 
 
 PARADISE AND THE PERI ....,,. 40 
 
 A SCENE AT NIAGARA . . . , , . ... 49 
 
 THE LOST PLEIAD ......... 55 
 
 THREE DATS IN THE PALACE ....... 64 
 
 THE WIND OP THE WINTER NIGHT 72 
 
 LOVE AND MINERVA 79 
 
 THE ANGEL AND THE SPIRIT OF DEATH ..... 81 
 
 JEPHTHA's DAUGHTER 86 
 
 THE CONVICT 93 
 
 LOVE AND HOPE 99 
 
 A SKETCH FROM LIFE . . 103 
 
 LEGEND OF THE BLACK DEATH 109 
 
 SHADOWS 114 
 
 THE LAMENT OP THE ROSE-BUSH . . . . . .117 
 
Vlll 
 
 CONTENTS* 
 
 THE GUAKDIAN ANGEL 
 A VISION 
 
 THE TWIN SOULS . 
 SIN AND DEATH 
 MEMORY AND HOPE 
 THE MAGDALEN 
 
 PAGE 
 
 121 
 124 
 130 
 135 
 145 
 149 
 
DAY-DREAMS 
 
 A CHRISTMAS SKETCH. 
 
 It was the night before Christmas ; the first snow 
 of the season lay a foot deep on the ground; the 
 wind whistled through the deserted streets ; the air 
 was biting, intensely cold. Here and there might 
 be seen hurrying home to the blazing fireside the 
 working man, wearied with his day's toil, yet whis- 
 tling a merry tune as he looked on the frozen meat 
 and rich pie he had bought at the corner shop, for 
 the morrow's feast. A few half-starved, shivering 
 children, too, with baskets on their arms, filled with 
 matches, were hastening to their wretched homes, 
 and as the little naked feet went pattering over the 
 icy snow, wistful were the glances cast into the bril- 
 liantly lighted windows, through which sounded the 
 merry laugh, for it presented to their minds promises 
 of warmth and happiness. Each busy housewife was 
 bustling round, sweeping up the hearth, lighting the 
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14 A CHRISTMAS SKETCH. 
 
 yule log, and hanging up carefully the stockings 
 of the little folks, that Kriss Kingle might see all 
 things in readiness -when he paid his yearly visit. 
 Now the silvery sleigh-hells sounded in the distance ; 
 hastily the Christmas Tree, heavy with its charmed 
 gifts, was placed in the corner, and the good mother 
 jumped into hed; now came the sleigh-bells, nearer 
 and nearer, jingle, jingle, on the frosty air, and 
 lo ! a sleigh, wide and long, filled with Christmas 
 cheer. There were good Avishes, kindly thoughts, 
 kind remembrances from constant hearts ; fairy gifts 
 of good temper, faith, and charity; bags full of 
 sugar-plums; warm, downy," white coverings, for the 
 poor and aged ; turkeys, plump and tender as young 
 partridges; a host of rich toys and trinkets; pearls 
 from India's seas; sparkling diamonds from earth's 
 darkest mines ; charmed emeralds, which paled at- 
 infidelity ; costly furs, stripped from the minever 
 amid Russia's snows; tiny jewelled bottles of Attar 
 Gul, more precious than gold, distilled beneath the 
 burning sun of Persia; and in the midst of this he- 
 terogeneous mass of things sat Kriss Kingle himself. 
 He was dressed from head to foot in shining furs, 
 from beneath which shone his surcoat, worked with 
 gold ; long golden curls from beneath his cap stream- 
 ed on the wind like the dancing plumes on a warrior's 
 helmet; eyes, bright and fierce as young eaglets, 
 
A CHRISTMAS SKETCH. 15 
 
 looked towards the guiding star in the East, even 
 that star which had gone before, and lighted the wise 
 men to the lowly cradle of the Young Child, and 
 again seemed sounding through the air, ^' Peace on 
 earth, good will towards men." And the milk-white 
 steeds from the farthest North, with the strength of 
 young lions, with the speed of the antelope, dashed 
 up the house-side, and the gallant old driver entered 
 the spotless chamber of a young maiden, who, with 
 rosy cheek pillowed on her fair hand, dreamt of her 
 lover. In visions she recalled the last fond words ; 
 and, as in dreams they were repeated over again and 
 again, the lips moved, and eagerly her hands were 
 outstretched to embrace the loved one. Kriss Kingle 
 bent over, and pressed on her lips the kiss the lover 
 sent. No wonder, then, the smile loitered round 
 them, or that the love-lights, dancing within her eyes, 
 held her senses spellbound in dream-land, till the glo- 
 rious, life-giving sun had risen, and the noisy little 
 ones, with hands full of flowers, awakened her with 
 shouts of "Merry Christmas, dear sister." 
 
 In a small room, lighted only by the faint moon's 
 rays w^hich struggled through the dust-covered, paper- 
 patched windows, sat a youthful pair — a woman and 
 a man: pinching poverty, care, and sickness had hol- 
 lowed the cheek, and set deep lines on the forehead. 
 The man had in vain essayed to support himself and 
 
16 A CHRISTMAS SKETCH. 
 
 "wife ; a series of crosses had crushed them lower and 
 lower, till, laboring at work which birth and society 
 had unfitted him for. Sickness had laid her heavy 
 hand on his burning brow% Now, perishing with cold, 
 famishing for food. Death, who already was pressing 
 his face against the cold casement, seemed their only 
 deliverer from a world of trial. Jingle, jingle, sound- 
 ed Kriss Kingle's merry bells; but he rarely entered 
 the abode of poverty. Creak, creak, went the rick- 
 ety door on its rusty hinges, and in crept a poor 
 starved cat, which, purring round their feet, made a 
 bed on the skirts of Mary's dress. 
 
 "See, Mary; drive that cat out," said the man, as 
 he shivered in the blast, now pouring freely through 
 the open door. 
 
 "Nay, Willie, let the poor animal find at least- 
 shelter. True, we have neither food nor fire ; still, 
 let us bestow what charity we may, a shelter beneath 
 our roof." 
 
 "Well, Mary, you were ever an angel, and de- 
 served a better fate than a home like this. So let 
 the poor wanderer remain, for who knows but she 
 may bring us luck, for so I have heard it said." 
 
 The cat purred and rubbed her sides against their 
 feet, as though she understood all that was said. The 
 tears were falling from Mary's eyes as she replied : 
 " We should look to a higher source for luck, dear 
 
A CHRISTMAS SKETCH. 17 
 
 Willie^ We have seen sorrow and suffering ; but I 
 hope it has been blest to us ; to God alone let our 
 prayers ascend for mercj and forgiveness ; He only 
 can give us luck ; and it may be we shall spend our 
 Christmas in heaven." 
 
 In a mansion far away from the abodes of poverty, 
 in a richly-furnished apartment, sat an aged couple. 
 As they sat opposite each other by the fireside, sadly 
 they looked on the vacant seat placed between them. 
 Thought and memory were busy within their hearts; 
 yet neither spoke. How desolate they looked ! their 
 age and their sad silence contrasting with the fresh- 
 ness and beauty so lavishly displayed in that stately 
 room. Rarest exotics, on porphyry stands, diffused 
 the most delicious odor; curtains of heavy damask 
 covered the high windows, effectually barring out 
 Jack Frost; gorgeous paintings, by Sal va tor Rosa, 
 of sunny lands — ■ 
 
 "Where the leaf never dies 
 
 In the still blooming bowers, 
 And the bee banquets on 
 
 Through a whole year of flowers" — 
 
 covered the walls and were reflected from many a 
 noble mirror. The flames curled and hissed round 
 the immense logs, in the huge chimney-place; then, 
 with a roar, ascended, in a shower of sparks, as one 
 of the foremost broke and fell upright in the corner. 
 
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18 A CHEISTMAS SKETCH. 
 
 And now the fancies of those lonely ones clustered 
 round that shapeless log. To their imagination it 
 took a hundred forms. First, their little toddling 
 Mary, trying her infant steps from chair to chair; 
 then, screaming with delight, seeking a refuge in 
 those loved arms; then the school-girl conning her 
 task behind the curtain; and, later still, the lovely 
 woman who occupied that vacant chair, and read or 
 sung to them during the long winter evenings — the 
 same loved daughter whom they had driven, with 
 bitter words, from their hearts and home, because 
 her young aifections had gone forth without their 
 bidding. True, they had long since vainly regretted 
 their cruel harshness ; but no trace could they learn 
 of their child. 
 
 Now, as sounds of mirth and festivity met their 
 ear, they prayed she might be restored to them. 
 Saddened and subdued, they listened to a tale of 
 suffering an attendant told; how that a man and wo- 
 man, covered with rags, stiffened with cold, dying 
 with hunger, were borne into a neighbor's, almost as 
 poor, to share their scanty fireside. Shuddering, 
 they thought of their lost child, and resolved to re- 
 lieve the wanderers. — Christmas dawned bright and 
 clear ; the bells of all the churches rang cheerily; 
 the children ran and shouted through the streets; 
 the sleighs kept up a merry chase ; and the good 
 
A CHRISTMAS SKETCH. 19 
 
 wives displayed their Christmas offerings. Within 
 that same stately room, where had sat that aged 
 couple, were now assembled a happy group. The 
 sparkling sunlight, streaming through the crimson 
 curtains, lit faces radiant with happiness; for love, 
 in all its divinity, its infinitude, was there, which 
 ever brings down heaven to earth, lighting its dark- 
 ness, and coloring its hues with tints as from an 
 angel's wing. 
 
 In the poor, homeless wanderers, they had found 
 their banished child, and her young husband. A 
 mother's kindness had brought back the fleeting life; 
 the magic voice of affection had restored health to 
 the drooping frame ; and Mary's heart ascended in a 
 grateful prayer to God, as she looked round on the 
 familiar objects in that dear room, where so many 
 happy hours had been spent. . She felt that Kriss 
 Kingle had not forgotten her; for this year his gift 
 was a home in her mother's heart! 
 
THE MOTHEE. 
 
 In a deep valley, the Spirit of Death tarried for 
 the night, for he was verj tired ; he had not known 
 rest for many days ; a pestilence had followed in his 
 path, and the young and lovely mingled their dust 
 with the aged, who had sighed for his coming. Some 
 hundred leagues beyond, dwelt a poor widow, and her 
 only child had lain sick for many days. She knew 
 that Death was near, and she wrung her hands, 
 praying to the great God to save her child — her only, 
 her beautiful one. Let sickness rack her body, let 
 her be scourged with poverty, sorrow, and persecu- 
 tion — any affliction — if only this bitter cup might 
 pass from her lips, and her boy live. 
 
 As she prayed, an angel appeared unto her and 
 said, " Death tarries hard by ; go to him, perchance 
 he may hearken unto your prayer." 
 
 Then she arose, kissed the brow of her child, and 
 wrapping her mantle around her, set forth on her 
 toilsome journey ; for it was the depth of winter, 
 and the ground was covered with snow. She heeded 
 it not, although her footsteps were marked by her 
 
THE MOTHER. 21 
 
 blood; for the aching of her heart rendered her un- 
 conscious of the stones that cut her feet. After sho 
 had walked many hours, her limbs became faint and 
 wearied ; but her soul was strong, and she said, " I 
 know I can yet reach the valley where Death is ;" 
 for the thought of her dying child gave her fresh 
 strength. She pressed onward — when lo ! a rapid 
 river rolled before her ! Dark and icy were its waves ; 
 there was no boat to bear her across ; and she threw 
 herself on the ground. Her heart was on fire, her 
 breath , came burningly forth — when lo ! the river 
 became dried up, and she walked across, and entered 
 the deep valley where Death still slumbered. 
 
 As she looked on him, she was amazed, and said, 
 " Surely, if this is Death, he will grant my prayer ; 
 cruelty cannot dwell in that seraphic form." 
 
 Then came again the thought of her child, and 
 she sat down on a stone, and wept bitterly. 
 
 And the noise of her sobs and sighs awoke Death, 
 who said unto her, ^' Woman, why weepest thou ?" 
 
 She answered, "I am a mother, and thou art about 
 to take from me my only hope in life ; my own lovely 
 boy. I have come to petition thee for his life. 
 spare his youth, for I do so love him !" 
 
 And Death said, ^'What wilt thou give me, if I 
 leave him with thee a little while longer?" 
 
 She replied, "Yes; if it must be even so, only a 
 
22 THE MOTHER. 
 
 little while longer. Why, I will give all I possess on 
 earth ; or my own life, if thou wilt." 
 
 But he said, " I cannot take thy life in exchange 
 for his; wilt thou give me thy speech ?" 
 
 And she said, ^'0 yes; 'tis freely thine." 
 
 Then her tongue lay mute within her mouth ; but 
 her eyes still besouglit him; for their beseeching 
 glances spoke all the unutterable love of a mother's 
 heart. 
 
 Then Death said, "Wilt thou give me now thy 
 eyes : 
 
 And she bowed her head, and the beautiful eyes, 
 ere they closed, seemed again to cry, " Save ! 
 save my child!" 
 
 And she was smitten with a sudden blindness ; but 
 still the upturned, sightless face, the clasped hands 
 raised so imploringly, were eloquent with love. 
 
 Then Death said unto her, "His life is spared ! Go 
 thy way." And, in silence and darkness, she retraced 
 her steps, till she came to the rapid river ; but now 
 her heart was full of joy ; her spirit was so light that 
 it buoyed her up above those icy waves ; she was 
 wafted across as a feather, the hard frozen ground 
 scarce feeling the impress of her feet till she came to 
 her own door, and eagerly motioned for her child ; 
 they brought him, and she stretched forth her hand 
 towards him, wondering if he yet lived. He wel- 
 
THE MOTHER. 23 
 
 corned her not. Then thej told her he had mended 
 from the first hour of the morning ; his fever had 
 gone ; but with it, also, the light from his mind, 
 strength from his limbs ; that such was the nature of 
 the pestilence, those who had been attacked with it, if 
 they recovered health, became helpless idiots. Then 
 the mother saw the sinfulness of her prayer. And 
 her tongue again found utterance, and she cried, 
 ^'Not my will, Lord, but Thine be done !" That 
 night, as she prayed beside her boy, a sudden light 
 illumined the room. She arose, and Death stood by 
 the bedside. His head was crowned with a halo of 
 glory ! his face breathing tenderness and love ! 
 *' Woman, wilt thou now give me thy child ?" And 
 she said, " I will give him into the hands of the 
 Lord." 
 
JACK FROST. 
 
 An autumn eve ; the air was biting cold ; the stars 
 twinkled brightly. The round moon lit the forest, 
 so that you could see each blade of grass distinctly 
 as though 'twere noonday. All nature seemed to 
 sleep ; when, hark ! what noise was that, rushing, 
 whistling, sobbing, sighing ? " It was the howling 
 Northern blasts coming from their Siberian home. 
 Astride the foremost, rode Jack Frost. A merry 
 little elf he seemed ; his eyes so wickedly bright : 
 his face glowing like a lit coal ; every hair on his 
 head standing on end, emitting sparks, as if on each 
 were seated a hundred fire-flies ; a mantle of crimson 
 cloth streamed on the wind. Now poised on one 
 foot, he shouted in frantic glee, as he tossed his cap 
 on high, " Ho ! but this is a glorious time for me !" 
 With a bound, he sprang on the nearest tree, and, 
 shaking it rijdely, the few remaining leaves the wind 
 had left, tumbled, circling, to the ground. Then he 
 espied a fine chestnut, some of whose luxuriant foli- 
 age still clung to its branches, reminding one of the 
 Summer's departed beauty. Like a roguish boy, he 
 
JACK FROST. 25 
 
 sprang aloft to its topmost branches, breathed on 
 each leaf, till it curled and withered, as if scorched ; 
 he clapped his hands, as he merrily blew before him, 
 in clouds, hither and yon, the brown ones so dry and 
 crisp, and cracked the brittle twigs beneath his feet. 
 He whistled, and a sprite, who rode one of the lower 
 blasts, which came quite near the earth, answered, 
 " What would ye?" "Give me," he cried, "my 
 slippers of down. I remember a garden hard by; I 
 was in it this morning, and, hid behind a bush, 
 watched a fair girl as ^he tarried here and there, 
 tying up the strong, hardy vines, and carefully 
 covering the tender plants with straw. Ah ! but I'll 
 have fine sport ; I'll deck myself with those beautiful 
 flowers." Speedily the slippers were brought. How 
 soft they were ! and how^ they shone ! now he could 
 trip silently along, light as a bird ! Quickly the 
 garden was gained. Now he ran about, patting down 
 this bed, leaving it frosted, as if w^ith silver ; dancing 
 on that, crushing the tiny flowerets that had still sur- 
 vived the summer. Then he grasped in his burning 
 fingers a proud dahlia ; its crisp stem crackled, and 
 the haughty flower bent its head. He peeped into a 
 bird's nest, placed against a tree ; but the birdlings 
 had flown ; they did not care to await his coming ; 
 they had gone to a warmer clime, to remain till spring 
 should chase him back to his storm-bound home. 
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26 JACK FROST. 
 
 Close to the nest grew a rose — the last of the season. 
 For a moment he ceased his antics, to inhale its deli- 
 cious aroma. Faint and dying as it was, he had rarely 
 met aught so sweet ; for the flowers, if not already 
 gone ere his arrival, died with fear as soon as they 
 heard his frosty voice. He drew in his breath, as he 
 bent over the rose ; but she felt his presence, and, 
 from very fear, curled up her velvet leaves, wilted, 
 and died. Angered, he brushed her aside, and flew 
 through a window incautiously left open ; round and 
 round he careered, to see what fun was there. In the 
 farthest corner was a little crib ; beneath its snow- 
 white covering lay an infant boy, the darling of his 
 mother's heart, and she a widow ; his dimpled cheek 
 reposed on his little hand, and a smile played round 
 the beautiful lips, as they murmured in sleep, 
 "Mother!" "What wonder Jack Frost — heedless, 
 merry elf, as he was — stayed, charmed for a while 
 by the infant dreamer ? Yet he had work to do ; he 
 must be gone ; he pressed a kiss on those rosy lips, 
 and blew a blast into the face of the careless nurse, 
 who wakened to find the carnation on the cheeks of 
 her young. charge deepened into the tint of fever, 
 while the throbbing pulse quivered under the influ- 
 ence of that fiery kiss. He passed from the chamber 
 to the banks of a gentle streamlet, attracted by its 
 rippling voice. A mist hung over its waters as he 
 
JACK FROST. 27 
 
 stooped to see his shadow in its shining depths ; the 
 stream hushed its singing, stiffened, and was quiet. 
 His presence had stilled its music 1 Then he took 
 his way to the sleeping city ; he looked down the 
 broad streets, over which the moonbeams cast gaunt 
 shadows from the tall houses on either side ; his 
 searching eye descried a pale, drooping form, 
 crouched low on a door-step. Though the head was 
 bowed to the knees, the attitude told a tale of desti- 
 tution and despair ! Again his step faltered. He 
 sat down, passed his arm round the waist of the faint- 
 ing girl, and gently placed her head on his breast. 
 Its iciness allayed the aching of her brow ; for the 
 smile that rested round her mouth was sweet and 
 trusting, as when, an innocent child, she had prayed 
 at her mother's knee. His burning lips pressed the 
 maiden's brow, then invested with the purity death 
 confers : he laid the cold head on its colder pillow. 
 Again he flew over fences and house-tops, at every 
 step shaking the down from his feet, giving alike to 
 the palace and the humble cottage a covering of 
 white. He halted for a moment, to see a lover give 
 his farewell kiss, beneath the midnight heavens, 
 vowing eternal truth. As he drew forth a ring to 
 place on the finger of the maiden, Jack gave it a 
 whisk with his cap. Away it ran on the frozen 
 ground. He caught it, and hung it round his neck, 
 
28 JACK FROST. 
 
 that, when he came again that way, he might test the 
 lover's vow. He retraced his gambols over meadows 
 and field, leaving on all tokens of remembrance in 
 fretted silver. Then, as the sun in a thousand bril- 
 liant tints irradiated the eastern sky, he sought the 
 recesses of the wood to hide till the warmth of noon- 
 day should be passed ; and then, again, by the light 
 of the twinkling stars and golden moon, start away 
 on his frolics. 
 
DEATH OF TIME 
 
 AND TIME SHALL BE NO MORE 
 
 A MAN stricken with age, with locks white as snow, 
 lay on a couch ; his bright but sunken eyes were gaz- 
 ing on the last flickering sparks of the smouldering 
 fire ; his limbs were shaking w^ith cold ; by his side 
 lay a broken hour-glass ; it had fallen from his palsied 
 hands. Suddenly, there was a knocking at the door. 
 In a faint voice, he bade them enter ; and, tripping 
 lightly to his side, came a laughing girl, clad in green. 
 A tear trembled in her eye, as she looked on the 
 careworn, aged man; with a gentle hand, she 
 smoothed back the straggling hair from his temples, 
 and bent to kiss his brow ; it was icy cold ! 
 
 " Why, how is this, old Time ! thou shouldst be 
 up and stirring ; the sky is all ablaze with light ; 
 trumpets have been sounding ; hear'st thou not ? 
 Strange forms are flitting through the air ; crowned 
 angels are seated on the clouds, which fly athwart 
 the heavens as though they were winged ; a star fell 
 to the earth even as I entered ; is it not wondrous, 
 
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30 DEATH OF TIME. 
 
 these appearances ! what mean they ? I came for 
 thy leave to go forth on my yearly mission — to clothe 
 the fields in green, to waken the rivers and streams 
 from their ice-bound sleep, to bid the violet and ane- 
 mone peep from their snowy bed ; for, lo ! Winter is 
 beside thee, to say farewell." 
 
 For, as she was speaking, another had entered the 
 room — an old man, also, with features pinched with 
 cold and want. A mantle of furs was wrapped round 
 his gaunt form ; shivering, he crouched by the fire, 
 holding his bony fingers over the flame : he, too, 
 seemed dismayed by the appearances abroad. As 
 his young sister. Spring, ceased speaking, he turned 
 towards Time, that he might hear his reply. 
 
 " My children, both of you, farewell ! Your day 
 is past ; never more shall Winter send forth his howl- 
 ing blasts to desolate and destroy the fair face of 
 nature, nipping the sweet bud of promise, and caus- 
 ing the heart of man to weep in bitterness ; neither 
 shall Spring, with her smiles, again clothe earth with 
 beauty ; her joy-giving life is ended ! She can no 
 more breathe her spirit of fragrance into the flower- 
 cup, or paint its petals in brilliant hues. The rivers 
 and streams by whose banks she strayed with light- 
 some heart, teaching them to discourse sweet music, 
 will never more awaken to her voice : my strength 
 fails me. Shadows, thick and fast, come before mine 
 
DEATH OF TIME. 31 
 
 eyes ; again I hear the great God calling this earth 
 into being. Eden, in its primeval beauty, looms 
 before my vision. Eve, in her transcendent loveli- 
 ness, wanders forth with Adam, to list as ' the morn- 
 ing stars sing together, and the sons of God shout 
 for joy.' I go forth with Noah, on that happy morn 
 when the dove returned with the olive branch, and the 
 faint sunbeams, struggling through the rosy clouds, 
 announced that the waters of the deluge were spent. 
 ISTow I hear the voice promising unto Abraham that 
 through him all the nations of the earth should be 
 blessed ! I go forth with Isaac to meet his bride ! I 
 repose beside the pillow where Jacob slept, when he 
 saw the ladder which reached unto Heaven. I stand 
 with Moses beside the burning bush, as he listens, in 
 awe-struck silence, to God's commands ! I am with 
 him as he leads the children of Israel from the proud 
 court of Pharaoh! I journey with them through 
 the wilderness, in the dark midnight, guided by the 
 pillar of fire, unto the Red Sea ! I hear the rush- 
 ing east wind, as, at the voice of the man of God, 
 the waters divide, and are piled up on either side like 
 mighty walls ! I am with Mary in Bethlehem, as 
 the wise men from the east bow down before the 
 young child! I stand on the walls of that Jerusalem 
 which the Almighty-He wept over ! I am by the 
 Cross ! and tremble, as memory recalls those dark- 
 
32 DEATH OF TIME. 
 
 ened hours when the vail of the temple was rent in 
 twain, and the tombs gave up their dead ! Once 
 more I sit bj the lowly sepulchre, and, looking with- 
 in, see the angel sitting there, and witness the grief 
 of Mary, as she looks in vain for the body of her 
 Lord! Chasing each other through my brain, are 
 the memories of the mighty nations whose rise and 
 fall I have looked on ! Babylon, Nineveh, Egypt, 
 Rome, how have ye fallen ! and now I, too, must fall. 
 It is the coming of the Son of Man, whose heralding 
 signs in the heavens have affrighted ye. He has said, 
 the heavens shall depart as a scroll, the earth shall 
 pass away, and ' Time shall be no more !' Lo ! even 
 now one waits without, who shall give rest to my 
 weary soul." 
 
 They opened the door. Behold, there was waiting 
 a Pale Horse ; and on it sat Death ! His face was 
 stern and sad ; his eyes were as a flame of fire ; their 
 terrible splendor was more potent, more piercing than 
 his shaft. Then was heard a mighty voice from the 
 throne of heaven, crying, " It is done !" The voice 
 reached the drowsy ears of Time ! A smile of joy 
 for a moment brightened the wasted features. Then 
 the weary eyes closed ; the head sank heavily on its 
 pillow ; and the long-suffering spirit slept. 
 
QUEEN KATHARINE PAER. 
 
 A LEAF FROM HEK LIFE. 
 
 The frosts of winter were disappearing before the 
 genial influences of early spring. The Lady Katha- 
 rine, once more a widow, though now wearing, beside 
 the widow's hood, the sweeping sable pall which 
 marked her as the relict of the departed Henry, 
 was residing at Chelsea. It was a delightful morn- 
 ing, and her heart participated in Nature's Jubilate. 
 She walked through the beautiful and extensive plea- 
 sure-grounds, and looked forth on the Thames — its 
 rippled surface dotted with many boats, the evidences 
 of active joyous life. She looked upwards to the 
 broad expanse of ether, through which the sun's rays 
 were streaming, gilding the noble trees, now covered 
 wdth budding verdure ; and her spirit rose in a song 
 of thanksgiving on the wings of the up-soaring lark. 
 It seemed to her as though the last toilsome years of 
 her life were blotted from her- memory. Again a 
 merry child, crowned with wild flowers, she sported 
 and sang with her only sister Anne, in the verdant 
 
34 ' QUEEN KATHARINE PARR. 
 
 vale that bordered the Kent, in her childhood's 
 home. 
 
 For the last six months of her wedded life, alter- 
 nate fits of terror and agony had racked her soul. 
 She well knew she was "but a poor pensioner on the 
 bounties of an hour;" that the sword suspended 
 over her head was upheld but by a single hair. It 
 was not possible, therefore, she could feel much sor- 
 row for the death of her sensual, tyrannical husband. 
 'No, her " bosom's lord sat lightly on its throne," in- 
 spiring her with a girlish vivacity, very unlike the 
 meek, staid demeanor that had characterized her 
 during her three trials as wife and step-dame. Sir 
 Thomas Seymour, Lord Admiral of England, the only 
 one who had ever possessed her affections, was again 
 a claimant for her hand. 
 
 On this fair morning, she seemed to tread on roses; 
 she had just received one of his passionate epistles, 
 petitioning that the two years she had desired should 
 intervene between their marriage should be changed 
 to months. How could she resist his ardent plead- 
 ings ? for years he had remained in single loneliness 
 for her sake'. Then came the memory of his disinte- 
 rested affection ; the many evidences of his constancy; 
 and with them mingled recollections of her blighted 
 youth, her dreary womanhood, with its days of bitter 
 trial and temptations ; and, woman-like, she yielded 
 
QUEEN KATHARINE PARR. 35 
 
 to her heart's suggestions to see him, as he prayed 
 her, that night. 
 
 As evening drew on, dark heavy clouds, scudding 
 along the sky, seemed to betoken the approach of a 
 storm. But the Lady Katharine gave no heed to 
 storm nor darkness ; she thought but of the moments 
 that must elapse ere Seymour could arrive. On this 
 night she had thrown aside her mourning, knowing 
 how unsightly were the widow's weeds to him she 
 waited for. She wore a dress of rich gold brocade ; 
 the bodice fitted tightly to her graceful, petit 
 figure ; the sleeves, open and flowing from the shoul- 
 ders, were lined with crimson satin, beneath which 
 hung rich falls of lace, veiling the beautifully rounded 
 arm. Her head was covered with a round crimson 
 velvet hood, edged with pearls, which well contrasted 
 her brilliantly fair, blooming complexion ; from her 
 neck depended a ruby cross of great value. As the 
 quarter-hour chimed from the old clock, she gathered 
 her train across her arm ; and, forgetful of dignity, 
 or aught else but love, she sped down the grass-grown 
 walk, through the meadow, loth that any one but her- 
 self should perform the ofiice of porteress for him. 
 But the old gate, with its rusty hinges, withstood her 
 utmost efforts to open ; in vain she shook and pulled 
 the lock, till, on a more vigorous thrust from the out- 
 side, the fastening gave way, and she, no longer 
 
36 QUEEN KATHARINE PARR. 
 
 Katharine the Queen, but Katharine Parr the loved, 
 the beautiful, is clasj^ed to the breast of hini she so 
 dearly loved. It were vain to tell of the pleading 
 words of him so well skilled in the spells that work 
 on woman's heart. With his magnificent voice modu- 
 lated to the softest, lowest tones of affection, he 
 warmly urged her to become his wife, to reward his 
 tried affection by bestowing on him that hand so long 
 ago plighted him. Katharine's ears were so little 
 used to love's importunities, her former marriages 
 having been arranged solely by relatives, that she 
 was little fitted to withstand Seymour's entreaties, 
 more especially as her own inclinations echoed his 
 every word. 
 
 Casting aside royal etiquette, she permitted Sey- 
 mour again and again to press her beautiful lips, and 
 place on her finger the ring of betrothal. She only 
 felt that she was passionately beloved by the man of 
 her heart ; she cared not for the joyless bauble that 
 sometime graced her brow, but thought only of the 
 tenderly beloved one whose arm now encircled her. 
 With fond caresses and promises soon to meet, the 
 lovers parted. And now, each night saw Katharine 
 standing beside the old gate, her hand clasped in 
 Seymour's, as, with bowed head and tearful eyes, she 
 listened to his fond pleadings. Yet Katharine well 
 knew there were many reasons why their marriage 
 
QUEEN KATHARINE PARR. 37 
 
 should be for a while deferred. First, the tenor of 
 Henrj the Eighth's will, regarding any issue she 
 might have, either male or female, making them heir 
 presumptive to the crown of England, would for a few 
 months prevent the contemplated espousal. Somer- 
 set (and his Council, too) was wroth at the presump- 
 tion, as thej termed it, of the Lord Admiral, in 
 aspiring to the hand of the Queen Dowager, and op- 
 posed it most strenuously. The Princesses Mary and 
 Elizabeth would also condemn this unseemly haste. 
 All this reasoning she laid before him ; but Seymour 
 would not brook delay ; and Katharine had either to 
 resign her lover or her scruples. So who can wonder 
 that the lover's eloquence prevailed over punctilio ! 
 
 The gay month of May, flinging its engarniture 
 of beauty over leaf and bower and bud, was near its 
 close. The beds of hyacinths perfumed the air with 
 their odorous breath. The rich-hued blossoms of the 
 clustering rose, peeping from their emerald coverings, 
 told that Nature's gala month was nigh. Already 
 the trailing vines had crept round and round the 
 fluted marble pillars — the white buds looking, in the 
 changeful silver light of the young moon, like rows 
 of pearls. It was the Lady Katharine's bridal night. 
 Arrayed in a pure white robe of richest lace, she 
 seemed as radiant as that bright eve ; her only orna- 
 ment the starry wreath of jasmine flowers that bound 
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38 QUEEN KATHARINE PAER. 
 
 her brow — that brow, with its pencilled arch, pure as 
 the mountain snows — the tracery of the blue-veined 
 temples, so clear beneath the glossy bands of golden 
 hair ; the color on her cheek, like the faint blush of 
 the moss rose-bud. As thus she stood within her 
 lighted hall, waiting for Seymour, she ever and anon 
 would raise her small white hand, as if to list for 
 his well-known step. At length it greets her ear, 
 and Seymour, with courtly grace and lofty bearing, 
 knelt before her. Well he then appreciated the gift 
 of that noble woman's hand, and many were his pro- 
 mises to secure her happiness. And who can tell of 
 thefeelings of Katharine on that happy eve, though 
 three times already had she plighted her troth! yet, 
 only now, for the first time, did her heart thrill with 
 tenderness. For a moment her memory reverted to 
 her last gorgeous bridal. She recalled the feeling of 
 that terror-stricken hour, when, as the nuptial ring 
 was placed upon her finger, her cheek blanched, her 
 heart fainted ; for the same ruthless hand that then 
 clasped hers had signed the death-warrants of two 
 as lovely, and once as passionately beloved queens, 
 within the last seven years. But now she was girt 
 round with pure and holy thoughts, like ministering 
 angels, In place of the loud pealing of the organ, 
 the low murmur of the mountain rill alone echoed 
 her vows — for the dazzling lights, the trembling 
 
QUEEN KATHARINE PARR. 39 
 
 light of the moon, now glancing on the flowers, now 
 lost in the shade. Her only perfumes, those which 
 the night-gale wafted round ; her brightest jewel, 
 now dearer far than ever England's crown— her hus- 
 band's love ; and, encircled by his arm, her fair 
 head resting on his bosom, she at length gave utter- 
 ance to the suppressed fondness, the tenderness of a 
 lifetime. 
 
PARADISE AND THE PERI. 
 
 ** ^Tis written in the Book of Fate, 
 
 The Peri yet may he forgiven 
 Who brings to this eternal gate 
 
 The gift that is most dear to Heaven !" 
 
 The bright sunbeams were bidding good-night to 
 earth ; tired and wearied of the long summer's day, 
 they were to be at length released, to rest in those 
 cool, brilliant valleys whose azure calm no mortal 
 foot has trodden. How joyous they were, dancing 
 and glistening ere they went in Cashmere's clear 
 lake ; now darting upwards, like sparks of fire ; now 
 resting on the crested wave, like regal gems ; anon 
 plunging beneath, only to rise more resplendent, 
 like youthful maids, from their delicious bath in the 
 sparkling waters ; and now glancing upwards, the 
 whole western heavens became crimsoned with their 
 farewell blushes. 
 
 A Peri, listlessly reclining on the dewy bank, had 
 watched the last faint, lingering sun's ray depart, and 
 now could no longer resist the ardent longing that 
 possessed her, to also enter those heavenly vales that 
 
PARADISE AND THE PERI. 41 
 
 had once been her home. She thought of her long 
 exile, her loneliness, her recreant race, and she 
 remembered that Allah was a God of Mercy ; per- 
 adventure, by repentance she might gain entrance to 
 those halls of the blest. 
 
 Very lovely she looked as she stood at the crystal 
 gate. As the light from within its charmed portals 
 streamed on her fair brow, her radiant eyes were 
 dimmed with tears ; yet she could still see groves of 
 towering palms, Eden's clear fountains, and close to 
 their edge the blue tinted Campac blossoms, that 
 grow nowhere but in Paradise. The moon, also, 
 looking wondrously fair, crowned with a bright cir- 
 clet, reposed in that dazzling light. Lowly she 
 bowed her head, and tears stole down her cheeks, 
 as the memories of her happy home added to her 
 remorse. 
 
 The pitying angel, who stood within, seeing her 
 disconsolate attitude, half opened the gate, so that 
 the ambrosial air of heaven fanned her fevered 
 cheek. He asked her, " why she wept ?" Then, in 
 one long burst of eloquent sorrow, she told of her 
 repentance, her hope of forgiveness, her desire to 
 re-enter and dwell in Paradise. But the angel waved 
 her off, yet gently, for his heart sympathized with 
 her sad prayer to be forgiven. He told her there 
 was a hope for her, a probation of which she might 
 
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42 PARADISE AND THE PERI. 
 
 avail herself; that it was written in the Book of 
 Fate— 
 
 ** The Peri yet may be forgiven 
 Who brings to this eternal gate 
 
 The gift that is most dear to heaven !'' 
 
 For a moment she mused ; what could she bring 
 to those halls ? what gift could compete with their 
 glories ? Rapidly, in mind, she scanned the wealth 
 of earth ; she knew the very spot beneath the ruins 
 of Persepolis where the genii had hidden immense 
 treasures of burning rubies, along with the jewelled 
 cup of King Jamshid — each gem shining like the 
 steps of Allah's throne. She knew where bubbled 
 the stream whose waters contained the Elixir of 
 Life ; one drop of which would confer youth and 
 immortality. She knew where to obtain rarest 
 pearls worth a monarch's ransom. But what would 
 they be as gifts to open to her longing soul those 
 halls of which one moment spent in their holy happi- 
 ness would outweigh all this unnumbered wealth. 
 As she thus meditated, she cast her eyes downward 
 on that sweet land, so bright and beautiful in the 
 first smile of morning, its air breathing balm, its 
 sparkling rivulets flowing through groves of spice, 
 sandal-wood, cloves, and aloes, the sea of India 
 stretched far in the distance. This seemed, indeed, 
 
PARADISE AND THE PERI. 43 
 
 a Paradise ; but man, the destroyer, had brought 
 death within those spicy bowers ; the rivers ran with 
 human blood. Mahmood, in his fierce wrath and 
 desire of conquest, had desolated that land of the 
 sun ; he had recklessly overthrown the shrines, and 
 trodden their idols under foot. With ferocious 
 cruelty he spared none, however beautiful and loved, 
 that crossed his ruinous path ; his bloodhounds tore 
 the child from the grasp of its mother, the maiden 
 from the sacred fane. Sorrowfully the Peri gazed 
 on this scene of slaughter. Adown the war-field, 
 she beheld a youthful warrior — the last of his race. 
 The dead and the dying lay in heaps around ; yet 
 bold, undaunted, he gave his proud conqueror glance 
 for glance, and, when asked to surrender, hurled his 
 last remaining dart at the face of his ruthless foe. 
 A zephyr changed its course — the tyrant lived. He 
 only, the last and bravest, fell : his proud heart had 
 broken — its pulse could never more thrill at the 
 mention of glorious deeds. The Peri marked the 
 spot where he lay, and quickly descending on a sun- 
 beam, caught the last drop of life-blood from that 
 heroic heart — the last drop that quivered ere the 
 noble spirit fled ; she encased it in pearl, to bear it 
 upward, never doubting it would prove the welcome 
 gift that would unbar for her the gates of light ; for, 
 though shed in unholy strife, she knew the heart 
 
44 PARADISE AND THE PERI. 
 
 which had been its well-spring had freely given it in 
 the sacred cause of liberty. That had purified, 
 ennobled it, making it a pure oiBfering for the heavenly 
 gates. Again she winged her flight to that glowing 
 portal. Alas ! the crystal bar of Eden moved not. 
 
 The angel took the drop: and although a free 
 welcome is ever accorded the brave, who thus die for 
 their native land, he told her the boon that would 
 gain her entrance must be far holier than that. 
 Saddened, but not dispirited, she again descended to 
 earth. This time, Egypt, with its ruined temples, 
 its sepulchred kings and splendid palaces, was her 
 resting-place. But the charm of those fair scenes 
 had departed. The demon of the plague, on the hot 
 wing of the deadly simoom, had passed over the land, 
 destroying all its bloom and freshness — converting it 
 into one vast pest-house. The dead lay unburied 
 in the streets, making most foul the air ; the very 
 vultures sickened and turned from the disgusting 
 prey. 
 
 The Peri, in sorrowing pity for the sights that had 
 met her at every step, as she threaded the close, hot 
 streets, passed into the clearer country, and espied 
 close by a lake of clear, fresh water, a dying youth. 
 The damps of death had already gathered on his 
 brow; his lips were purpled with the dread disease, 
 yet a happy smile rested on them ; the terrors of 
 
PARADISE AND THE PERI. 45 
 
 death could not rob him of the consoling conscious- 
 ness that she he loved was safe — safe, in her father's 
 princely mansion, from dread of contagion. 
 
 While he thus felicitated himself, a graceful, slen- 
 der girl sprang to his side. Bj stealth, she had 
 eluded the watchful care that guarded her, and 
 imagining, with the heart's prescience, some evil to 
 him she so dearly loved, had sought the bower close 
 to the lake their love had hallowed, only to find her 
 lover dying on its brink. Kneeling by his side, she 
 raised the aching head, and pillowed the livid cheek 
 upon her breast. 
 
 " And didst thou think thus to desert me ? Was 
 it kind ? I, who would rather be thine in death 
 than live to gain a throne ! Nay, turn not from mo 
 that loved face ! life or death with thee !" 
 
 And again, and again, she wildly, fondly pressed 
 her rosy lips to his, drinking, in those soul-thrilling 
 kisses, deep draughts of death. 
 
 "Nay, beloved, am I not thy own dear bride? 
 Can I live without thee ?" 
 
 "When the stem dies, the leaf that grew 
 Out of its heart must perish too V 
 
 With a sigh, she fell on the already lifeless form 
 of her lover, and expired, inhaling his last breath. 
 " Sleep, fair children," said the Peri, as she softly 
 
46 PARADISE AND THE PERI. 
 
 stole that farewell sigh, warm bathed, as it was, in 
 woman's purest love ; " this surelj, this pure, self- 
 sacrificing sigh will gain me entrance to Eden." 
 
 Thus saying, she breathed on the dead, dispelling 
 for a while the noxious vapors that had gathered 
 round them — giving them so lovely a semblance 
 that corruption feared to approach. Then, with the 
 first gray tint of morn, as a suppliant, she again 
 bowed before Eden's gate — in vain ; it moved not ; 
 yet she could see the purified souls within striking 
 their harps attuned to gladness. She inhaled the 
 perfume of the incense clouds flung from golden cen- 
 sers by bright-winged seraphs. She heard the tin- 
 kling of the bells that hung on the trees close to 
 Allah's throne, and her heart throbbed with pain. 
 Should she never again enter there ? was her search 
 ever to prove vain ? The angel had told her the 
 maiden's story was written in characters of light 
 within those halls ; but holier far than even that sigh 
 must be the gift that would remove the bar that 
 closed the gates to her longing soul. 
 
 Again earth received her in Syria's garden of 
 roses, where Nature wantoned through a wilderness 
 of sweets ; its cool fountains laved her burning brow. 
 The many beauties spread around possessed no 
 charms for her ; carelessly she looked on the riches 
 nature spread with so lavish a hand. The notes of 
 
PARADISE AND THE PERI. 47 
 
 the nightingale came meltinglj on the breeze, but 
 she heard them not ; unclouded skies, with not a 
 floating shadow to dim their brightness, spread o'er- 
 head, but she saw them not. She was wearj and 
 sad. 
 
 As her eyes roamed over the vale, a little child, in 
 innocent plaj among the wild flowers, crushing in 
 his eager hands the brilliant butterflies that fluttered 
 amid the starry jasmine, attracted her attention. As, 
 scarce heeding, she watched his sports, a man, 
 soiled and travel-worn, dismounted from his tired, 
 hot steed, that' it might assuage its thirst from the 
 spring that welled so deliciously cool near by. On 
 the man's face was written the impress of the stormy 
 life he had led ; wdld and furious passions, like light- 
 ning clouds, chased each other across his haggard 
 brow ; they told dark tales of the past. Suddenly, 
 the vesper hymn, like sweetest music, rose on the 
 calm evening air ; the boy started from his play, and, 
 kneeling on the fragrant sod, breathed his pure, 
 child-like petition to the Eternal God. The wretch- 
 ed, careworn, sin-stained man looked on that cherub 
 boy, and his past life rushed before him ; his child- 
 hood's hour and mother's teachings ; boyhood's days, 
 so fair and blest, and the prayer he had been taught 
 to lisp at that mother's knee, returned to his seared 
 memory ; then, as the sin-deflled lips uttered that 
 
48 PARADISE AND THE PERI. 
 
 prayer of his sunny boyhood, tears of soul-felt re- 
 pentance streamed from his eyes. And now he, too, 
 kneels in humble prayer by that little child, while 
 loud hymns and hallelujahs proclaim throughout the 
 court of heaven the triumph of a soul forgiven. 
 
 All heaven and earth were still — a calm, holy 
 silence ; for around was diffused the living fragrance 
 of that repentant sinner's acceptance ; and now, as 
 the last ray of crimson light faded on the clear air, 
 a smile from the angel at Eden's Gate illumined the 
 tear drop that still glistened on the sinner's cheek. 
 The Peri, assured by that kindly smile, caught the 
 drop, and on joyous wings sped upward, bearing the 
 glorious gift that would, at length, unbar those 
 crystal gates. 
 
 " Joy, joy forever ! my task is done— • 
 The gates are passed, and Heaven is won I" 
 
A SCENE AT NIAGARA. 
 
 At the close of the year 18 — , a solitary traveller 
 was seen slowly wending his steps towards the mys- 
 terious and magnificent cataract of Niagara Falls. 
 He was a man apparently in the prime of life, of 
 middle stature, of high, pale brow, and deep, melan- 
 choly eyes, that burned dark and gloomily, like se- 
 pulchral lights; his whole cast of countenance beto- 
 kened the visionary. Of German birth and naturally 
 melancholy temperament, he had spent his life in a 
 vain search after ideal happiness : his wanderings 
 had extended over nearly the whole of Europe, but 
 in no place had he satisfied the vain cravings of his 
 heart. In the palaces of princes, in the tent of the 
 ■wild Arab of the desert, in the cell of the devotee, 
 amid the loud warwhoop of the savage Indians, in 
 the scenes of peace and strife, had he sought to real- 
 ize the dreams that had haunted his youth ; but dis- 
 appointment met him at every step. With a spirit 
 wearied and disgusted, he had bidden farewell to the 
 shores of the Old World, hoping to find in the land of 
 freedom the object of his long search. He had been 
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60 A SCENE AT NIAGAKA. 
 
 but a short time in Canada, and on this day, for the 
 first time, looked on that immense body of water 
 called Horseshoe Ealls. The sun was gilding, with 
 his departing rays, the tops of the tallest trees: the 
 effect was inexpressibly grand. Surprised and de- 
 lighted at this glorious evidence of God's greatness, 
 he sunk on a low moss-covered stone, and gazed on 
 the wild waste of waters dashing hither and yon like 
 demons in play, dancing a thousand antics as they 
 rushed headlong down the mighty depth below. He 
 shuddered; some irresi'stible unknown power seemed 
 impelling him to at once bury his discontent in those 
 waters, now so dazzlingly white with sparkling foam, 
 now dark as the hell of his own thoughts. He turned 
 his eyes upward; the heavens were bright and clear, 
 the fresh evening breeze fanned his burning temples 
 and wrapt him for a time in forgetfulness of his wasted 
 life. Gradually the din of the waters became hushed, 
 and the rainbow-seeming vapor that had hung over 
 them in the mild rays of the rising moon appeared 
 like a column of silver; but whilst he looked the rays 
 of light separated, heavenly music floated on the air, 
 around and above him appeared forms of the most 
 transcendent loveliness. The band circled him round, 
 and from their midst stepped forth one so far beyond 
 aught he had ever conceived, even in his wildest 
 dreams of beauty and grace, that involuntarily he 
 
A SCENE AT NIAGARA. 51 
 
 knelt in adoration. Her golden hair was bound with 
 a tiara of sparkling gems, robes of azure and gold 
 floated in a wavy cloud around her, and, as her voice 
 broke on the stillness of the air, Rupert Warheim 
 thought he was already entering the regions of the 
 blest, and the celestial voice of the shadowy being 
 before him was his welcome to his everlasting home. 
 Again he hears those tones, so sweetly musical, and 
 now he can distinguish words. 
 
 "Rupert, I am the daughter of that beautiful star, 
 now far away in the western sky ; these maidens are 
 mj ever constant attendants. At your birth you 
 were placed under my especial charge. I was to be 
 the guide, the arbitress of your destiny. For long 
 years I have watched, yet remained idle, curious to 
 see how a child of humanity could live uncontrolled. 
 Now am I satisfied; yet my heart throbs with pity; 
 for the result of my inactivity has been to you years 
 of unhappiness and misery. All mortals at their 
 birth are placed under the tutelage of spirits, and, 
 though in their folly they imagine they are free 
 agents, there is ever a controlling hand stretched 
 forth to guide aright, to shield from dangers incurred 
 through a momentary withdrawal of that protecting 
 arm. You have been left to your own guidance, 
 therefore incapable of centering hopes and affections 
 on earthly objects; your soul, though you knew it 
 
52 A SCENE AT NIAGAKA. 
 
 not, unconsciously pined after the spirit-land. I, 
 though seemingly careless of your destiny, love you 
 better, ay, fonder than the bright abodes I am willing 
 to abandon for your sake!" 
 
 " Bright vision, my longing aspirations, my wasted 
 youth, confirm thy words; I love thee fondly as thou 
 canst desire, my spirit's only bride ; say, canst thou 
 forsake thy native skies and dwell forever unmurmur- 
 ingly on earth?" 
 
 " Rupert, I have chosen ; yet list to the penalty I 
 have incurred : to my home in yon beautiful star I 
 may never more return ; yet think not I have none 
 other to shield my sheltered love in. Consent to be 
 mine, mine only, and we will leave this world, where 
 you have known only sorrow, and beneath these wa- 
 ters, so lately whirling round in frantic play, now 
 sleeping calmly in the bright moonlight, we will seek 
 another home, where the skies will smile as serenely 
 as ever in your own loved land, and a king might 
 envy the throne that shall there be yours ; neither 
 care nor sorrow shall assail you; a charmed life shall 
 invest you with endless youth. Give your consent, 
 and this night we will spread our nuptial couch far 
 below Niagara's eternal thunder!" 
 
 Rupert had listened in silent amaze to her won- 
 drous pleading : love already possessed his heart, so 
 softening his rugged nature that he felt any spot, 
 
A SCENE AT NIAGARA. 53 
 
 however drear or desolate, would be paradise, if blest 
 with her bright presence. "Lady," cried he, "do 
 with me as thou wilt ; I am thine forever !" 
 
 A beautiful smile passed over the lady's face as he 
 spoke ; then, desiring him to follow fearlessly, she 
 plunged into the dark waters. Down, down they 
 dived, deep and yet deeper into ocean's hollow, he 
 heedless of aught but that he fulfilled the decree of 
 fate, his destiny in the form of the fair one urging 
 him on. At length they reached ground : a more 
 beautiful, fairy-like spot ne'er greeted mortal sight : 
 palaces formed of the most brilliant crystals and 
 costly gems, magnificent gardens filled with delicious 
 fruits, rarest flowers exhaling sweet perfume, all com- 
 bined to please the eye, entrance the senses. Rupert 
 rapturously gazed on these submarine treasures — a 
 paradise indeed. 
 
 "And here," said he, "lam to live through un- 
 numbered ages?" 
 
 "Yes, till time shall be no more ;" then gracefully 
 waving her hand, pointed upwards through the waters 
 raging above their heads, and bade him look towards 
 the eastern sky, now kindling with the rosy beams of 
 day. He cast his eyes in the direction indicated, 
 then turned to his beautiful protectress. Alas ! she 
 had vanished ; in her stead horrible forms compassed 
 him round, varying their shapes each instant. A sea 
 
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54 A SCENE AT NIAGARA. 
 
 of fire rolled at his feet, towards which they tried to 
 drive him ; shuddering he shrank from their clammy 
 grasp, made but one step backwards, and fell into the 
 burning abyss. Down he sank, gasping, striving to 
 extricate himself from the excruciating torture he 
 endured; one violent struggle, and, opening his eyes, 
 found it broad day, the sun high in the heavens, the 
 sky '^ deeply, darkly, beautifully blue,'' Niagara's 
 broad waters roaring in his ears, the vapor hanging 
 in cloud-like masses, as on the preceding day, and, 
 despite his many cares, his weariness and sorrow, 
 right glad he was to find himself still on terra firma; 
 to know the bright tempter and the succeeding hor- 
 rors were but the vagaries of the arch-fiend. Night- 
 mare. 
 
THE LOST PLEIAD. 
 
 " A Story from the stars, or rather one 
 Of starry fable from the olden time, 
 When young imagination was as fresh 
 As the fair world it peopled with itself." 
 
 Many, many years ago, there dwelt in Persia a 
 prince renowned for beauty of person and mind — 
 his form of grace, perfect as Endymion ; to see him 
 was to love. During the long tedious days of that 
 sultry clime, he was wont to recline in some flowery 
 bower, where, untrammelled by cares of state, he 
 would rear chateaux en Espagne^ and his fancy, 
 roaming far beyond cloud-land, revelled in regions 
 where houries dwelt in moonlit halls ; imagination 
 often cheated him, as he thus mused, into the belief 
 that he heard the harps and celestial voices of those 
 dwellers in Paradise, and he longed to cast off mor- 
 tality that he might be blessed with the possession 
 of creatures so beautiful. When night closed over 
 the scene, for a while dispelling his visions, a sail 
 across the glasslike sea varied the monotony to 
 which he was condemned. * * * * 
 
56 THE LOST PLEIAD. 
 
 The day had been unusually hot — not a zephyr 
 stirred the white cinnamon blossoms — the hours drag- 
 ged wearily on — Cyris threw aside his book. He was 
 t6o languid to read ; his raven steed stood idle ; but 
 at length even the wearisome hours of that long, hot 
 day came to a close, and " still evening, clad in 
 her sober livery of gray," spread refreshing dews 
 on the parched flowers ; the breath of twilight, re- 
 dolent with perfume, came healingly to man and 
 beast. The western sky was radiant with blushes ; 
 Cyris seemed inspired with new life ; all languor 
 and inertness had fled ; he sprang into his boat, and 
 gaily spread wide the silken sail. One, to have seen 
 that delicate ivory skiff, would have fancied it a sea- 
 nymph's cradle, so exceedingly beautiful was its 
 form, and so rare its embellishments : 'twas carved 
 in many a quaint device, like a wreathed shell, lined 
 with cushions, the hue of the rose-bud ; the sail was 
 of purple silk, wrought w^ith gold. The boat was 
 wafted onward to where the crimson clouds had 
 faded to a pale amber ; the solitude, the soft breeze, 
 and quiet sea well harmonized with the mood that 
 had crept over the prince. How little now appeared 
 to him all earth's greatness compared with the illimi- 
 table starry firmament — man's creations, with the 
 mighty deep, unchanging in form and power, the 
 same grandeur now as at creation's dawn. As, one 
 
THE LOST PLEIAD, 57 
 
 by one, the bright stars arose from the silent waters, 
 he wished for wings to visit them, to know why they 
 were placed there ; he thought they looked coldly 
 on him in their gleaming beauty ; then their immea- 
 surable distance, and the futility of his desires, filled 
 him with sadness. Oh ! that he might meet with 
 some fair spirit who could understand and sympa- 
 thize with his imaginings — on whose affection he 
 could ever rely — that he might press to his beating 
 heart one whose soul thrilled but at his voice. True, 
 as a monarch's heir, he could command smiles and 
 gay words — aye, and caresses — but these false en- 
 dearments were not what he craved : the love he 
 sought must be far nobler than any within the pre- 
 cincts of a court could give. Slowly the boat glided 
 
 " O'er the glad waters of the dark blue sea," 
 
 and insensibly the motion lulled him to sleep ; and, 
 in that deep repose, one could more attentively ob- 
 serve the rare beauty of his countenance. There 
 was but one defect which marred it — the straightly 
 drawn under lip, which, even in sleep, betrayed, by 
 its tremulous quivering, his inconstant nature. This 
 fault alone obscured his otherwise dazzling qualities : 
 brave to recklessness — gentle, yet daring withal, 
 neither danger nor risk could deter from an object 
 on which his fancy centred ; but, once gained, too 
 
58 THE LOST PLEIAD. 
 
 often it was with wilful waywardness cast aside for 
 some newer fantasy. * * * How long 
 
 he had slept, he knew not ; but, as he looked forth, 
 nature seemed to have assumed a new guise ; a spell 
 enshrouded him, from before which the earthly mist 
 shrank from his gaze, and to 
 
 *' His charmed eyes were given 
 The spirits of the starry heaven/' 
 
 Far in the west appeared heaven's brightest con- 
 stellation, the cross ; high over his head the serpent 
 waved his scales of gold ; but lo ! a pageant moving 
 slowly towards the sea, " The Lyre of the Pleiades," 
 a lyre whose strings were of gold, borne aloft by 
 seven fair sisters, who, as they bent over the instru- 
 ment and struck the living chords, filled earth and 
 heaven with sweet sounds. They were, indeed, ra- 
 diantly lovely ; each wore a coronet of gems clasped 
 high upon the brow by a single star, which served 
 as a fillet to bind the dark flowing tresses. One of 
 that bright band, apparently the loveliest, cast a 
 glance of love on Cyris ; he could not be mistaken ; 
 she whose 'cheek wore the richest blush, whose eye 
 seemed lustrous with unshed tears, cast on him a 
 glance of intelligent, unmistakable love. Cyris pros- 
 trated heart and brow before the lovely one ; nor 
 withdrew his gaze till the lyre dipped beneath the 
 
THE LOST PLEIAD. 59 
 
 sea, and the clouds rolled up their fleecy skirts, 
 ■while the melodious murmurs of the far-off fountains, 
 the shrill matin song of the birds, all told him that 
 morn was advancing, with rosy steps, to sow " the 
 earth with orient pearls." He returned home, joyous 
 with excitement, to await another twilight. Wearily, 
 hour after hour sped on, till darkness came again ; 
 then the purple sail was unfurled, and as a speck of 
 foam, again the little boat danced on the waves, and 
 again the vision appeared ; slowly the seven fair 
 sisters uprose on their glittering car, while their 
 song-like music was borne on the breeze. Slowly, 
 slowly, they rose, till, to his strained gaze, they 
 seemed but as burning stars in the far heaven. He 
 watched until the morning mists, gathering in the 
 east, warned them to seek their ocean bower ; but, 
 ere they touched the wave, an electric glance was 
 interchanged by the lovers. Night after night thus 
 passed, their eyes alone discoursing love ; and well 
 they understood that silent, yet expressive language. 
 At length came the moon, and, under her jealous 
 sway, no star dare appear. Cyris looked, therefore, 
 in vain for his starry lyre. In the mean while, the 
 lovely Pleiad, consumed with passion, had sought 
 her father's enchanted throne ; and, with tears and 
 entreaties, besought him to sanction her union with 
 
60 THE LOST PLEIAD. 
 
 a mortal. King Atlas in vain essayed to say nay 
 to the caresses of this his youngest and most loved 
 child. He foresaw danger and death in the desired 
 espousal. Won by her prayers, he gave the kiss of 
 assent, and her bridal with Cyris was resolved on. 
 
 In a bower of roses, close beside a fountain, whose 
 spray fell like a shower of diamonds, haunting the 
 air with sounds and sighs of melody, leant Prince 
 Cyris ; a couch of moss, strewn with blossoms and 
 buds, breathing sweet perfume, was spread at his 
 feet ; but he pressed not its fragrant pillow. Sud- 
 denly he started, for across the mirror of the fount- 
 ain a shadow passed ; and by the clear^ dark eye, 
 the raven tresses, the star upon her forehead, the 
 sparkling coronet, the silvery vest, and robes of 
 azure, half veiling a form of perfect grace, the lovely 
 Pleiad stood confessed. At length his vain aspirings 
 had been gratified ; the love he had craved was now 
 his, in all its purity and truth. Was he happy ? 
 All day they reclined by the cool fountain, and, 
 looking in each other's eyes, imaged paradise ; nor 
 did they separate till night called for her starry host. 
 Then, as he had been wont in other days, Cyris went 
 forth in his fairy skiff to watch his loved one till she 
 again became a burning star ; thoughts of blessed- 
 ness came over his soul ; he thought of her affec- 
 
THE LOST PLEIAD. 61 
 
 tion, loving-kindness, devotion, truth, and purity, 
 and longed for tlie morning hour, that he might 
 again clasp her in his arms, and repeat his protesta- 
 tions of love. Months passed thus, and then came 
 change, like a dark cloud, to dim and soon shut out 
 forever the light of happiness. With Cyris, old feel- 
 ings began to assume their wonted ascendency ; soon 
 indifference usurped the place of ardent love. The 
 vows he had once spoken were like the cold moon- 
 beams on the sea, changing and lost in every suc- 
 cessive wave. To Cyris, inconstancy possessed a 
 charm over which even his immortal bride had no 
 power ; to her, the change was frightful ; to live, to 
 die with him, had been her hope — to be a sharer of 
 his earth-born lot she had abandoned her glorious 
 sphere ; and now, as a flower whose perfume had 
 been inhaled till it had palled upon the senses, she 
 was thrown aside, crushed, and forgotten ! Oh the 
 misery of that hour ! the waking of the trusting eye, 
 as the careless look and altered tone foreshadowed the 
 future. She had so purely loved him, her woman's 
 heart had made him half divine. She, so guileless 
 and pure, to be consigned to such a fate ! to have 
 left her starry home with its happy unconsciousness, 
 her fair sisters' affections, for woman's destiny on 
 earth — sorrow and bitter tears I 
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62 THE LOST PLEIAD. 
 
 " They parted as all lovers part — 
 She with her wronged and breaking heart ; 
 But he rejoicing he is free.'' 
 
 Again Cyris appeared at court ; again the young 
 and fair welcomed his coming ; once more he frit- 
 tered time in idleness, or in pursuit of some vain 
 chimera, which, with reckless daring, he strove to 
 possess. But she — the loved, the lost — she had 
 looked her last on his white plume ; she had strained 
 her ear to catch his last footfall; and when it no 
 longer charmed her ear, despair, like a vulture, 
 gnawed at her heart. The shadows of evening were 
 gathering over the sky ; the winds of night wailed a 
 mournful response to her sad soul ; she bowed her 
 head upon her hands, and burning tears coursed 
 down her pale cheeks. Hark ! she hears the voices 
 of her fair sisters : " Come, sister, come ; thy place 
 awaits thee." The lyre was rising from the bosom 
 of the green wave, where it had rested amid pearl 
 islands and gardens of coral. In vain they en- 
 treated ; her place remained vacant ; her chord un- 
 strung ; and when its music was hushed in the dis- 
 tance, she flung herself on the grass and wept. Ah ! 
 how light had once been her now sorrowing heart — 
 
 " Till love's witchery came, 
 
 Like the wind of the south o'er a summer lute blowing, 
 And hushed all its music, and withered its frame." 
 
THE LOST PLEIAD. 63 
 
 She sought the fountain, and cast into its clear 
 depths her starry crown ; then, before its sparkles 
 died in the waters, sprang to meet them | * * * 
 No mortal hand made her grave ; none marked 
 the spot; the waters alone sang her requiem; but 
 near there grows a rose-tree, whose blossoms are 
 unlike the summer growth of flowers ; each rose is 
 pale and drooping, as though its only dew was tears. 
 Still, on that sky-lyre is there a vacant place ; still, 
 a chord mute ; for, low and deep in the bosom of 
 the clear fountain, rests the warm, trusting heart of 
 the lovely Pleiad, who there sought to hide her ter- 
 rible woe, when, too late, she learned that 
 
 " Love is of heavenly birth, 
 But turns to death on touching earth." 
 
THKEE DAYS IN THE PALACE. 
 
 The sun's farewell beams were crimsoning the 
 western sky ; fleecy purple clouds, piled mountain 
 high, cast rays of golden light over leaf, and tree, 
 and flower. Sadly musing, by an oriel window, sat 
 a noble lady ; her beautifully formed head, with its 
 redundancy of golden curls, rested on the small, fair 
 hand. Perchance, she but gazed on the varied pros- 
 pect spread before her, noting, contemplatively, the 
 effect of light and shade as evening deepened ; and 
 yet, ever and anon, she would shade her eyes from 
 the gathering darkness, and look forth as one who 
 watcheth ; but naught answered the searching gaze ; 
 the giant trees, like the pillars of some vast temple, 
 cold and immovable as they looked beneath the 
 moon's rays, alone met her glance. The chill night 
 air swept in gusts through the open casement ; but 
 still the lady lingered, seemingly loath to leave ; yet, 
 as she wrapped round her shivering form the ample 
 drapery that veiled the window, impatiently she beat 
 the soft cushions with her little foot ; then, as if she 
 could no longer restrain the chafing of the proud 
 
THREE DAYS IN THE PALACE. 65 
 
 spirit within, arose and hastily paced the room, the 
 small curved lip became more haughtily bent, the 
 pale features assumed a sterner cast. A step sounds 
 in the corridor; a voice sweet as the prattlings of 
 infancy to the mother's ear stirs the profoundest 
 depths of her heart, and Seymour, the Adonis of the 
 court, kneels before her. For a moment the blush of 
 gratified pleasure mounted to her cheek ; then, as if 
 the baneful breath of the sirocco had blown over it, 
 the crimson flush faded, and the pale stern lip, and 
 haughty eye, asked of the delay ; for, to her, mo- 
 ments, as they lagged on, seemed hours. The Lady 
 Elizabeth had seen the blossoming of but fifteen sum- 
 mers. Ever a child of fairest promise,, she early 
 possessed the art of attracting the regard of others. 
 There was a winning fascination in her manner, 
 united with childlike simplicity and gentleness ; yet, 
 at times, there was an imperial flash of the eye that 
 spoke of more than the pride of beauty ; a look of 
 command on the lofty forehead ; and, in the haughty 
 wave of the hand, the fierce spirit of the Tudors. 
 The attentions and caresses of Seymour, seconded as 
 they were by the unprincipled women by whom she 
 was surrounded, wove a spell round her susceptible 
 heart whose potent influence survived long after the 
 scheming brain that had woven the mesh had mould- 
 ered to dust. Few young girls were ever in more 
 
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66 THREE DAYS IN THE PALACE. 
 
 serious peril than the Lady Elizabeth at this period. 
 Lonely and unprotected ; deprived of the counsels of 
 her only friend, Queen Katharine, by death ; left 
 solely to her own wild will ; exposed to the audacious 
 familiarities of a bold, bad man, who deemed her as 
 the heiress of the crown — a fair stepping-stone to 
 power ; and, as such, scrupled at no means to attain 
 his purposes. The difference in their ages (nearly 
 twenty years) only invested the Admiral with a more 
 manly grace. Then, besides, he was her first love — 
 perhaps the only one she ever really loved ; and 
 what young heart doth not ponder over its first affec- 
 tion ? and, in after years, recall the romance of feel- 
 ing with which it was cherished — the longing to set 
 at defiance all restraints, and to sacrifice, at the 
 shrine of this first pure love, wealth, ambition, ay, 
 and even sovereign power, were it profi'ered in ex- 
 change for that priceless gift — an honest, faithful 
 heart ? With a proud gesture, the lady repulsed the 
 arm that would have embraced her, as she asked why 
 the eagerness of love had already passed from his 
 step. 
 
 " Nay, nay, sweet one, thou wrongest me. There 
 is no need of haste where one knoweth himself beloved. 
 Hark ! even now the hour strikes which I appointed ! 
 Thou must not so easily take bflence, sweet Bessy. 
 Thou knowest I could not see a charm in other save 
 
THREE DAYS IN THE PALACE. 67 
 
 thee. Come, nestle within these arms ; let the dove 
 in thy eyes o'ermaster the eagle." 
 
 The full heart found vent in a burst of weeping. 
 In that fond hour all else was forgotten but love ; 
 royal estate, her brother's displeasure, and the de- 
 nunciations of the Council — all were powerless to 
 crush the heavenly germ of happiness that sprung in 
 her heart. She pressed her cheek to his manly 
 breast ; and, as he kissed the tears from her eyes, 
 wished she were a lowly cottage maiden, and he the 
 dear one who dwelt beneath the shadow of her roof. 
 
 * Hi * * * * 
 
 The first of February dawned clear and cold ; a 
 crowd of gay nobles and gallant cavaliers thronged 
 hall and court-yard ; the sunny air rang with the 
 noisy preparation of departure. Francis, Duke of 
 Anjou, was that day to start for home, accompanied, 
 part way, by the Queen and all her court. The 
 Duke, long a suitor for the hand of the Queen, was 
 at length convinced of the futility of waiting longer 
 for her consent. He was completely wearied of the 
 absurd thraldom in which she had so long held him. 
 Year after year, he had striven to bring her to the 
 desired point in vain ; and, finally, had crossed the 
 seas to try the effect of a personal appeal ; but, find- 
 ing she still trifled, he determined to remain no longer 
 
6S THREE DAYS IN THE PALACE. 
 
 the puppet of her wayward will, and announced the 
 day of his departure. 
 
 Now Elizabeth, though loath to wed him, was 
 equally unwilling to lose her lover. His presence 
 seemed to have become necessary to her happiness. 
 It seemed to have imbued her with the lost spirit of 
 her youth, or she was charmed by the romantic gal- 
 lantry that had induced him to cross the seas in dis- 
 guise, to throw himself at her feet ; but, whatever it 
 was, certainly the Queen committed many tender 
 follies for his sake ; and, as though Oberon had 
 anointed her eyes with the charmed juice, seemed to 
 see in the ill-favored, misshapen form, the ugly nose, 
 and marred complexion, but the appearance of a 
 ^'most marvellous proper man." It must be remem- 
 bered the Queen was now in her forty-ninth year ; 
 therefore, the marks of fondness she bestowed on 
 Anjou seemed, to those who did not regard them 
 as political coquetry, as the unequivocal tokens of 
 doting tenderness. She really appeared, during the 
 three months he remained in London, inspired with a 
 most ardent affection, and, by every wile and endear- 
 ment, tried to detain him. Numberless were the 
 entertainments devised for his amusement ; balls and 
 masques, tragedies and comedies vied for his appro- 
 val. However, all her enchantments were fruitless 
 to retain him other than as her wedded lord. So, on 
 
THREE DAYS IN THE PALACE. 69 
 
 this bright, frosty morn, the journey was commenced, 
 Elizabeth and all her court accompanying him (despite 
 his wishes to the contrary) part way to the coast. 
 
 After a three-days' travel, they arrived at Canter- 
 bury. Each day the Queen had thought to say fare- 
 well, yet each day she found the word more sad, more 
 painful to pronounce. The Prince now besought her 
 to return, telling her, very cavalierly, she had better 
 go home, he did not need Ker escort further, and he 
 much feared, if she still persisted in accompanying 
 him, that with her feasting, idle shows, and the delay 
 consequent, the present favorable weather would pass 
 away, and he should be obliged to remain her guest 
 a while longer. As this was what Elizabeth desired, 
 she renewed her loving professions, telling him, if ho 
 would only wait a while, she would be able to arrange 
 all difficulties, and certainly marry him ; but Anjou 
 was no longer to be cajoled by this modern Circe. 
 So, as the most effectual way of ridding himself of 
 her importunities, he told her that, as the affairs of 
 his own kingdom needed his attention, he must now 
 return home; but that the following March would 
 find him again a suppliant for her favor. Pale, bathed 
 in tears, Elizabeth extended to him her hand, which 
 he, kneeling, pressed to his lips. As he turned away, 
 the Queen's countenance was convulsed with anguish, 
 plainly showing the severe struggle in her heart be- 
 
70 THREE DAYS IN THE PALACE. 
 
 tween duty and passion. Henceforth she was her 
 country's bride only ; for this parting ended the last 
 matrimonial negotiation in which Elizabeth ever en- 
 gaged. 
 
 The gloom of midnight rested on the lowly cot and 
 the stately palace. In an apartment, hung with rich 
 tapestry, a wan lamp lighted the death-scene of Eng- 
 land's Elizabeth. The dim firelight cast its long 
 grotesque shadows over the ancient hearth of that 
 regal chamber ; the rare hangings and gilded carvings 
 of the old oaken panels, lit by the flickering embers, 
 seemed to the affrighted watchers forms of life. 
 Three days ago, the court physician had announced 
 that the mighty Queen was dying — yet still the sands 
 of life ebbed. It had seemed impossible to that lion- 
 hearted woman that death could lay his cold numbing 
 hand on her heart, and, as she felt his approach nearer 
 and yet nearer, she flung down her gauntlet — thp 
 mighty Queen defying him to the combat. As he 
 grasped the bed, she sprang from its shelter, and 
 most obstinately stood on her feet for fifteen hours, 
 thinking thus to baffle the conqueror. But whether 
 on the cushioned couch, or in the tented field beneath 
 heaven's arch, he is ever near; and, when the ap- 
 pointed moment arrives, quietly stretches forth his 
 hand to the quick soul, and straightway the sinews 
 
THREE DAYS IN THE PALACE. 71 
 
 shrink, the blood stagnates, the heart becomes still ! 
 So at length felt this mighty Queen, as she succumbed 
 to his terrible power ! All her greatness could not 
 avail her to purchase one hour of life ; neither could 
 it quiet the soul's desperate frenzy ! 
 
 Where now was her defiant courage, the dauntless 
 energy to banish from her lonely, unsoothed pillow, 
 the spectres of the past ? One after the other came 
 her murdered victims — from the rack, the gibbet, and 
 the stake — whispering into her ear sentences fraught 
 with doom ! Norfolk, too, was there ; and the once 
 dearly-loved Essex. She, too, who had sought the 
 stranger's holy right — hospitality and protection — 
 Mary of Scotland, her unhappy cousin. 
 
 Slowly the dark hours wore on, bearing the Queen 
 to eternity ! As midnight chimed from the clock of 
 the tower, her once strong spirit became paralyzed, 
 and sunk into a lethargic slumber, from which she 
 never roused ! None knew the moment when the 
 restless spirit passed from its earthly tabernacle. 
 The sonorous bell tolled three ere it was discovered 
 that the Queen had ceased to breathe ! Death had 
 entered the palace ! 
 
THE WIND OF THE WINTER NIGHT. 
 
 A RUSHING of mighty wings, and lo! came the 
 blasts of the North, roaring, howling, buffeting, in 
 wild glee. Their frozen chains were rent, and from 
 the icebound seas and bleak wilds of Siberia they 
 rushed madly forth. As they drove before them the 
 black storm-clouds and drifting snow, they halted to 
 spend their fury on a lovely vine- clad land, seem- 
 ingly embowered in groves of the most delicious 
 fruits and fragrant fields, high with budding grain, 
 whilst here and there between were miniature lakes, 
 whose crystal-like waters lay calm, unruffled as the 
 sleep of infancy. So, we may imagine, lovely and 
 happy was the home of our first parents, before the 
 advent of sin defaced and scattered its beauties. 
 Here all things betokened love, peace, and plenty ; 
 to the prodigality of nature, man had added his 
 handicraft ; stately palaces, rich with architectural 
 glories, reared their marble fronts to the fury of the 
 tempest ; but scarce had it sounded its challenge, in 
 those rushing winds, ere it was subdued ; furious and 
 wrathful as they looked, they slowly fell earthward, 
 
THE WIND OF THE WINTER NIGHT. 73 
 
 first rustling over the wheat-ears, then, lower still, 
 sighing, they swept the tall grass, as from a temple 
 near stepped forth the genius of the place, and thus 
 he spoke: — 
 
 '' Spirits of the North, in vain ye strive to disturb 
 the harmony of our lovely homes. Here, under the 
 new regime^ since man has become convinced that by 
 association alone his terrestrial destiny can be accom- 
 plished as God originally designed it should be, all 
 is happiness and content ; every evil — vices, crimes, 
 diseases, sorrows of every nature— is forever ex- 
 cluded from our charmed circle. And by the purest 
 simplicity, by the greatest economy of means, by dis- 
 tributive justice, has this great transformation of 
 society been effected. Now we live as one people, 
 with the most perfect agreement, proportioning our 
 labor to the wants and inclination of all, thereby not 
 only conforming to the laws of nature, but our own 
 pure organization, which also enables us, as you see, 
 to subdue the wintry winds, to become absolute mas- 
 ters of the surface of our earth ; for in our advanced 
 knowledge of meteorological facts, and the enlarged 
 sphere of our labors, we have so cunningly cultivated 
 the products of mother earth, that by the vegetable 
 growth alone we are enabled skilfully to correct the 
 disturbed electrical equilibrium, and thereby arrest 
 the winter's storm, the summer's hurricane ; and by 
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74 THE WIND OF THE WINTER NIGHT. 
 
 this potent charm we drive you back to the North. 
 Yet, ere you depart, say what are the signs of the 
 times? what have ye seen on your onward course?" 
 
 A dark, scowling form, in obedience to the request, 
 raised his storm-crowned head, and thus replied : — 
 
 ^' Of the times I know naught. To thy power I 
 yield, and thy wise intelligence must draw the inference 
 from the relation we will give. The Northern Lights, 
 in their crimson glory, shot athwart the sky, dimming 
 with their lurid light even the brightness of the Polar 
 Star, as our chains were removed, and the mandate, 
 ' Gret ye forth,' was issued; and from the toppling 
 icebergs we sang a requiem over a gallant band, as, 
 statue-like, they stood on their noble ship, gazing 
 with horror on that waveless sea which held them 
 spellbound on that dread deck to die. We listened 
 to the last cry of their fierce despair; then onward, 
 through those desolate climes where the earth is 
 scarce ever green, where, in mist, and snow, and 
 biting cold, which hugs them in an iron embrace, 
 dwell those unhappy exiles whose destiny is to labor 
 in those icy climes till the throb of the beating pulse 
 shall become faint and numb as the frozen streams 
 around their wretched huts. All things were dead 
 around ; clouds and darkness rested on the desolate 
 moor ; not a moving thing was to be seen; all nature 
 slumbered. The intense cold of that region had con- 
 
THE WIND OF THE WINTER NIGHT. 75 
 
 fined all within doors but one, one wretched, care- 
 worn man, who, with bowed head, and clasped hands, 
 looked forth on nature's desolation; he thought of 
 his happy home, of his glad childhood ; then how 
 love had cast a golden shadow over his manhood, and 
 his treasured bride, and his loved little ones. God, 
 and was such grief real! Sliould he not awaken 
 from this cruel dream, in his happy home, and clasp 
 the wife within his arms, and feel the tender kisses 
 of his darlings on his cheeks, and hear their pleading 
 tones? Alas ! alas ! this living horror was real, was 
 true; in this darkened land, beneath this ungenial 
 sky, far from all he loved, from every human sym- 
 pathy, he must wait the summons to eternity. As I 
 saw the. frozen tear resting on his hollow cheek, I felt 
 that death alone could release the pale slave ; so, in 
 pity, I breathed on his heart and froze its currents; 
 when night fell, the sleet formed him a shroud ; and, 
 as we sang over him a dirge, we knew he was at rest. 
 Then away to the cloud-capped hills of eternal snow, 
 dusky and huge, the eye Avearied in gazing on their 
 heights ; but, in the vale below, lovely with waving 
 trees and fair flocks, was a lonely cottage ; through 
 the latticed casement we saw an aged mountaineer, 
 who, with his little family, was partaking of the even- 
 ing meal. With a wild shout we rushed through the 
 mountain gorges, leaping from crag to crag, startling 
 
76 THE WIND OF THE WINTER NIGHT. 
 
 the bold eagle from his ejrie, and casting headlong, 
 down, down, into yawning depths, a chamois hunter, 
 who had sought refuge from the sudden storm be- 
 neath those icy rocks ; as we mocked with echoes his 
 bitter cry for wife and home, we started an ava- 
 lanche, tumbling, tearing, with deafening crash ; up- 
 rooting trees, in its headlong course, it fell in the 
 vale below, and the lonely cot was buried in the ruins 
 as in some mighty sepulchre ; then 
 
 " Far along, 
 From peak to peak, the rattling crags among, 
 Leaps the live thunder!'^ 
 
 As the storm increased, and the rain poured in 
 torrents, up the mountain side, toiling wearily up- 
 wards, came a gentle girl. Her sweet face was pale 
 as her Alpine snows ; and, as the big tears gushed 
 over it, w^e marvelled what brought one so young and 
 lovely to those giddy heights, where only the wing of 
 the vulture or the sure-footed chamois might find a 
 footing. Yet all unconsciously she wandered on, 
 unheeding the yawning precipices, the beating rain, 
 or the forked lightning ; her heart seemed turned to 
 stone; and as one who, searching for immortality, 
 knows no fear, so she, groping in the dark, passed the 
 spectre Death again and again among those gloomy 
 solitudes. With the unerring prescience of affection, 
 
THE WIND OF THE WINTER NIGHT. 77 
 
 she found him she sought for. There lay the brave 
 hunter, with the mountain stream for his bed, the 
 brown rock for his pillow. There was none other 
 near to watch over his slumbers but her. She 
 wrapt round him her own mantle, and laying her fair 
 cheek on his mute heart, like a wearied child sunk to 
 rest. We heard, in the distance, the cry of the wolf 
 and the vulture ; but she was so fair, so like the sweet 
 flowers which bloom by the clear lake-side, that, 
 though our mission is sorrow and destruction, we 
 would fain preserve her in her purity. We spread over 
 the lover and his bride a snow-white covering, and left 
 them in darkness and loneliness. Then we passed 
 over a battle-field, where lay the still unburied dead ; 
 and I bore on my wing the wailings of the widow, 
 the desolate lamentations of the orphan, to that city 
 where, a few hours before, resounded the cry of 
 Liberty and Freedom, to show those boasters how 
 hollow, how false had been their promises. The 
 voice of human sorrow, as the heart-strings shivered, 
 were alone heard for the tones of the trumpet and 
 the inspiring cry of victory. The shell and the ball 
 had defaced the proud walls of many a stately man- 
 sion, and, in their ruins, they seemed bound afresh 
 to the tyranny of years." 
 
 And the genius answered: '' Thus it is ever. War 
 and antagonism but break hearts and fill graves. 
 
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78 THE WIND OF THE WINTEE NIGHT. 
 
 Not till the entire association of the human race can 
 man be free ; then only will slavery, in all its odious 
 forms, vanish from the earth; then society, freed 
 from its conventional shackles, shall rise superior to 
 the puerile fancies of the day ; then only will nation 
 strive with nation in love and confidence — a war of 
 science and of the fine arts ; and the command given 
 at Creation's dawn, ' increase and multiply ; fill the 
 earth and subdue it,' shall be fulfilled." 
 
LOVE AND MINERVA. 
 
 Night's gems were sparkling in the sky. 
 
 " The young Moon, like a Roman mother, 
 Among her living jewels beamed/^ 
 
 and stooped to dip her silver bow into the fair fount- 
 ain, by whose side, on a couch of moss and fragrant 
 leaves, reclined in pensive mood the blue-eyed Queen 
 of Wisdom. The severe dignity of her high pale brow 
 was softened by the influences of the hour ; the ra- 
 diant eyes, like twin stars, beamed with so pure, so 
 chaste a light, that Love, as he crept from beneath a 
 myrtle hedge, where he had been sleeping, forgot, in 
 gazing at her exquisite loveliness, that it was the 
 stern Pallas whose smiles had captivated him. But, 
 he said to himself, " lovely woman never yet refused 
 me her favor ; I'll e'en try my luck ;" so, very care- 
 lessly he threw himself at her feet, and, as he gazed 
 into her lustrous eyes, in rapturous terms com- 
 mended her fine shape, her hair, her sparkling 
 glances, her rosy lips. The nymph, more pleased by 
 the flattery than she cared to show, blushed, smiled, 
 puckered up her lips, and tried to look more charm- 
 
80 LOVE AND MINEKVA. 
 
 ing. Then Love praised her voice, and said, how de- 
 licious it would be to lie forever in that cool shade, 
 listening to its dulcet tones; and if he but dared clasp 
 her waist, the bliss of the moment would render him 
 constant ever. The goddess sighed, for joy is ever 
 akin to sorrow. She thought of her reputation; but 
 love's fond whispers were sounding in her ear, his 
 shaft piercing her heart. Her wondrous wisdom had 
 taught her no counter-spell against his power ; she 
 looked into the clear fountain, whose shining depths 
 reflected, as in a mirror, her blushing charms, then — 
 for 
 
 " Woman at heart is woman stilF' — 
 
 sunk into Love's clasping embrace, and hid her 
 blushes on his breast ; while from the shade of every 
 tree sprung forth a nymph, some alarmed, some 
 amazed; others struggling with mirth thus to see 
 Wisdom resting in the arms of Love. 
 
THE ANGEL AND THE SPIRIT OF 
 DEATH. 
 
 The shadows of night were gathering over the 
 earth ; the moon, as yet a crescent, cast but a faint 
 light; by its glimmer, one could scarcely fail to 
 perceive — indistinctly, though, 'tis true — two figures 
 which seemed to lean against the old Elm, in Catesby 
 Park ; the old tree still glowing with verdure, re- 
 dolent with perfume, albeit a century's storms had 
 howled around its head. One of those forms was an 
 Angel — one of those bright creations who kneel in 
 adoration before the great White Throne, yet, by the 
 inscrutable will of God, unaware of the sufi'erings to 
 which the sons of humanity are doomed in this pro- 
 bationary state of existence ; the other was the Spirit 
 of Death ; thus they discoursed. First, the Angel 
 spoke, and his voice stole through the hushed evening 
 air like the strains of some old eastern melody : " I 
 have travelled far and wide, over this beautiful w^orld, 
 in the glorious morning, when the sun first peeped 
 from his rosy curtained clouds, gilding everything on 
 which he shone with joy, sowing the grass with 
 
82 THE ANGEL AND THE SPIRIT OF DEATH. 
 
 pearls, and inspiring the lark with new songs. 
 how lovely all nature seemed ! And I saw a young 
 lover. He was in his early youth. In the fervor of 
 first love, he knelt beside the maiden of his choice. 
 Their hopes were glowing and bright, as the tradi- 
 tionary flower which grows wherever the shadow of 
 the rainbow falls. Her cheek vied with the rose ; 
 her lips fragrant as the breath of morning. I wit- 
 nessed their bridal, as the stars danced up the purple 
 sky ; and the tenderness and devotion of a long life 
 will be a foretaste of that heaven which shall suc- 
 ceed. I then passed through a city ; its riches and 
 splendor could not be surpassed ; all spoke of happi- 
 ness and prosperity. I entered, with a group of 
 maidens, a festal hall, where the sunny smile and 
 radiant eye made sweet music. I halted where there 
 was a mighty gathering of the nation ; where the red 
 banner of victory floated triumphantly to the sound 
 of the trumpet and the spirit-stirring drum. It was 
 a gallant sight to see those young brave hearts re- 
 joicing in their country's freedom. I could not re- 
 frain my voice, as their shout unanimously rent the 
 sky — 'Liberty or Death!' Again I paused, in the 
 dim twilight, to listen to the music which appeared, 
 to my rapt senses, strains from Paradise ; it was the 
 Convent vesper hymn ! How peacefully calm ! it 
 breathed the very essence of holiness and content ! 
 
THE ANGEL AND THE SPIRIT OF DEATH. 83 
 
 In sooth, this earth is a very lovely place. Do not, 
 I entreat, pass over her face ! stay thy dark wing ! 
 let not the happiness God himself has created prove 
 by thy presence so evanescent !" Then the Spirit 
 of Death raised his hand, and by so doing cast from 
 before the eyes of the Angel the filmy veil which, 
 when a mere passer over the earth, had obscured his 
 vision, so that he only saw the outward show of mor- 
 tality, and bade him go forth and look into the se- 
 crets of nature, and, when another moon had waned, 
 to meet him there, and say if he should stay his 
 shaft. * * * Again the moon shone fair upon 
 the old Elm, but the form of the Angel was bowed as 
 if with grief ; his face was sad, and most reluctantly 
 he replied to the inquiries of the Spirit of Death : 
 *'Yes, I have been on the mountain-tops, and in the 
 lovely valleys. Alas ! alas ! that happiness should be 
 but outward seeming — gayety but the mask assumed 
 to conceal the breaking heart I The shout of victory, 
 so quickly followed by the anguished cry of pain, 
 the wail of the widow, the orphan's tear ! The gay 
 bridegroom had already mingled in the world's 
 tumult; deserted the home of his young affections 
 and gentle thoughts ; carelessly he spoke of his love 
 as a dream of fairy-land romance; the freshness of 
 youth had forever departed from his heart ; ambition 
 had usurped its place ; he was changed, indeed ; yet 
 
84 THE ANGEL AND THE SPIRIT OF DEATH. 
 
 he souglit to believe the change was in others rather 
 than himself. And his bride ! how sad her looks ! 
 how pale her cheeks ! her brow thoughtful with care ; 
 her lip had forgotten to smile ; sorrow's stamp was on 
 her heart, sealing within it the gushing tenderness of 
 early years ; the charmed words of love could never 
 again loosen the spell ; her affections had become 
 their own grave ! I saw the sweet rose which 
 bloomed in the early morn — 'twas hanging lifeless on 
 its stem, frozen by the cold northern blast. Again 
 I looked on the city, whose prosperity and riches 
 seemed inexhaustible ; an armed legion had swept 
 through its pleasant valleys, and levelled its proud 
 towers in the dust. The cry of battle met my ear, 
 even on the plain where so recently the hymn of the 
 vestal band ascended unto God. Then — but for a 
 moment — I was charmed by a minstrel's voice ; but 
 I scanned his heart ; there was sorrow and wasting 
 care within it ; hope had lured him with giddy, empty 
 promises of fame ; and the checked frown and hidden 
 sigh strove to be unseen, unheard. He deemed it 
 sufiQcient,' if the world knew not the misery to which 
 he had sold himself. Sad, sad lesson for the heart 
 to learn ! And the gay, the young — they are ever 
 striving after the unattainable, or playing with straws 
 — trampling on the few flowers which bloom on their 
 path — only at length rendered conscious by the 
 
THE ANGEL AND THE SPIRIT OF DEATH. 85 
 
 thorns which pierce their feet ! And even the bright 
 sunshine is chased away by the rolling thunder and 
 the driving rain. 
 
 " Alas ! 'tis all but outward show — 
 The sunshine of yon green earth below." 
 
 Spirit of Death ! your flight over the earth is in- 
 deed a mission of mercy. The wretched and way- 
 worn pray for thy coming. Stay not thy shaft, for 
 it speeds the weary spirit home. 
 
JEPHTHA'S DAUGHTER. 
 
 ** Since our country, our God, my sire ! 
 Demand that thy daughter expire ! 
 Since thy triumph was bought by thy vow, 
 Strike the bosom that's bared for thee now I" 
 
 Cold and pale broke the" gray light of morning 
 over horseman and foot, their helmets and breast- 
 plates gleaming with gold ; the crimson banners, in- 
 scribed with many a sacred device, flaunting in the 
 misty air — the glistening spears and dancing plumes 
 stretching dusk and shapeless in the distance far 
 beyond the eye's reach. 
 
 'Twas the vast army of the Israelites, led by their 
 chosen captain, the mighty Jephtha, as he thus stood 
 a little aside, supporting his only child, his beloved 
 Miriam. Not a sound of revelry or shouting laughter 
 was heard along the ranks, so deeply they respected 
 the sorrow of that fair girl. Yes, she was fair as the 
 white jasmine ; as she half leant on her father's breast, 
 one could not but mark her stately grace as she 
 bowed her gem-encircled brow; the troubled flashing 
 of her brilliant eye, the tremulous lip, the sigh vainly 
 
jephtha's daughter. 87 
 
 checked, all spoke the heart's agony at this first 
 separation from him who had been father, mother, 
 friend. * * * j^^^ Jephtha led the army of 
 Israel, and, as he journeyed, he raised his voice in 
 prayer, that God would be with them in the coming 
 fray — that He would bring him back a conqueror ; 
 and then he cried: "Whatsoever thing shall first 
 meet me on my return, that thing shall be the Lord's, 
 and I will ofi*er it as a burnt-ofi°ering." Now Jephtha 
 had left with Miriam, to solace the days of absence, 
 one to whom she had been betrothed, on whom she 
 had bestowed the first love of her young heart, and, 
 with him for companion, she wandered out, night 
 after night, at the soft hour when the setting sun 
 closes his portals, shutting out the magic of daylight, 
 giving instead hues which shadow forth the glory of 
 heaven, to watch for the promised messenger to tell 
 of Jephtha's return. How bright in ethereal beauty 
 appeared those hours, as, hand clasped in hand, in 
 silence, they sauntered on, gazing into each other's 
 eyes for answers to questions their hearts had framed, 
 forgetting in their strong sympathy the words had 
 been unuttered by their lips ! Then, looking upwards 
 to the crowds of stars— some so shadowy pale, others 
 radiant with golden light — blessed God for creating 
 this beautiful world. At length came one who told 
 of Jephtha's return; he was even then at hand. 
 
00 JEPHTHA S DAUGHTER. 
 
 Miriam called together her maidens, saying, " Array 
 thyselves in purple, that we may go welcome my 
 father." Then, carrying branches of the citron, the 
 palm, and the myrtle, scattering flowers in the path, 
 dancing to the sound of the timbrels, they went forth 
 to meet him. Soon they heard the trumpet's tone ; 
 then the clash of the cymbals; then rose, in the dis- 
 tance, the banner of Jephtha, whose majestic form 
 appeared riding at the head of the victorious army. 
 "With a light step, and a glance bright with happi- 
 ness, Miriam sprang towards him. No welcoming 
 word, no kindly kiss greeted her. He turned from 
 her with a deadly sickness ; for he bethought him of 
 his rash vow, as he beheld at his feet his darling 
 child, whom he had thus devoted to destruction. 
 "My father, you weep! why is this? Alas! that 
 tears should fall, when all are blest by your return; 
 and now you rend your clothes ! Speak, that I may 
 share your grief." 
 
 " My daughter, my heart is very sad. I have 
 vowed unto the Lord what, I fear, has been most 
 rash. Listen, my child," and he told her of his vow. 
 
 With a convulsive start, she sprang aside from his 
 encfrcling arm, while the life-blood rushed in crimson 
 torrents to cheek and brow; then, receding, left them 
 deathlike in pallor. Her lips became white and cold, 
 and, with outstretched arm, as though to ward off 
 
jephtha's daughter. 89 
 
 some shape of horror, with rigid form, suppressed 
 breath, and eyes straining and staring as though 
 every nerve was stretched to its utmost tension, she 
 presented a ghastly aspect of despair. In that 
 moment she had bidden adieu to life, to hope, to hap- 
 piness forever. The pangs of death were in that 
 moment's utter agony. In all the wide world, there 
 was not even one straw at which her drowning soul 
 could catch to save her from the terrible fate which 
 menaced. She cast her eyes upward. The sun was 
 shining brightly; the very weeds beneath her feet 
 were redolent with his bright beams ; the breeze 
 swept through the myrtles, leaving echoes of sweet 
 words spoken beneath their shade. All was fair ; all 
 nature full of grace. She alone was desolate ; on her 
 soul rested the shadow Avhich made all earth seem 
 shrouded in gloom. Slowly the tears gathered in the 
 strained eyes; the mouth lost its rigidity ; the hand 
 relaxed, and fell to her side ; the struggle was over. 
 She had been so strictly taught the duty of obe- 
 dience, that to rebel from that stern vow never once 
 occurred to her. She met her father's anxious eyes 
 with a faint smile, as she replied: " Do with me as 
 thou wilt; give me but a little while to cast aside 
 this keen bitterness at the thought of death and the 
 tomb. I will retire to solitude, there to prepare for 
 the hour in which I shall go hence." Trembling and 
 
90 jephtha's daughter. 
 
 pale, she drew her veil over her face, and, supported 
 by her maidens, she passed from before them on to a 
 mountain cave that, in happier days, had been a fa- 
 vorite resort. There she thought she could best pre- 
 pare her soul for God ; and she prayed Him to give 
 her strength to endure; to look calmly on the dusky 
 form of death ; to think, without horror, of the separa- 
 tion of soul and body — the great mystery of eternity. 
 * * * Miriam sojourned in the mountains 
 nigh unto two months. One night, with mind o'er- 
 worn with grief and watching, she had, in utter for- 
 getfulness of time and place (in her great despair), 
 flung herself on the ground, hiding her face in the 
 tall rank grass, when she was startled by a footstep 
 near. She raised her eyes, so beautiful in their tear- 
 ful brilliancy, and met the sorrowing gaze of her be- 
 trothed. 
 
 " My Miriam ! and is it thus we meet ? I come to 
 bear thee hence. Nay, raise not thy hand so im- 
 ploringly to stay my speech. Is not our Grod with 
 us ? Has He not said, ' Thou shalt not kill' ? What 
 right has Jephtha thus to dispose of thee ? Even now 
 a fleet steed waits at the entrance to the grove, to 
 bear us, far beyond these mountains, to a home so 
 beautiful and bright an angel might dwell there. 
 Secluded from aught of evil, my arm shall be thy 
 protection, my bosom thy shelter. Nay, I will not 
 
jephtha's daughter. 91 
 
 leave thee. I cannot endure this life-long misery ; 
 long years without thee — never to see thee — never 
 to hear thy sweet voice pronounce my name — never 
 more to feel the loving clasp of thy hand ! Have I 
 no power 
 
 * To snatch the loveliest of earth's daughters from 
 A doom my soul sickens at?'^' 
 
 " Oease, cease ; you rive my heart. Thou knowest 
 how dearly thou art loved ; thou movest me to bitter 
 sorrow, although thou canst not make me falter in 
 my duty. Seek not to change my purpose; rather 
 strengthen my failing courage by thy fortitude. 
 Nay, clasp me not ; 'tis in vain. I cannot consent." 
 
 One desperate prayer to Heaven for aid, one wild 
 caress — and she was gone. * ^ ^ 
 
 The hour had arrived; 'twas a sultry summer's day ; 
 the sun looked dimly through the dark purple clouds, 
 as if he mourned the mistaken enthusiasm that had 
 assembled that great multitude. Slowly approached 
 Miriam ; her face colorless as the mountain snow ; her 
 raven hair, freed from clasp or band, fell to her feet; 
 her white robe hung loosely round her lovely form ; 
 its purity and simplicity well accorded with her an- 
 gelic beauty. 
 
 A deep silence reigned around as Jephtha met her. 
 He was much changed ; his sunken eyes and haggard 
 face bespoke the agony of his mind; for, though he 
 
92 jephtha's daughter. ' 
 
 conceived he had no right to retract from the per- 
 formance of his vow, his very soul trembled as the 
 angel of death shook his wing over that dear head. 
 
 " 0, my daughter! my daughter ! gladly would I 
 die for thee ; gladly give my life for thine, if so my 
 vow could be fulfilled." 
 
 Slowly the words came from the pale, half-closed 
 lips. 
 
 " Farewell, my father ! I have bidden adieu to all 
 I held dear. It matters little, a few years longer — 
 a pang more or less. Prepare the pile !" 
 
 She seemed stunned ; more like one who had ceased 
 to feel than the yet living, breathing, and unhappy 
 girl. With a heart bursting with agony, Jephtha led 
 her on — on to where the pile of sweetly-scented wood 
 reared its dark shadow, like a bird of prey swooping 
 to seize a dove. With an unfaltering step she 
 ascended ; and as Jephtha applied the burning torch, 
 a cry from ten thousand voices rent the heavens, 
 while the clouds, with giant blackness, poured forth 
 their torrents, that they might sweep away the relics 
 of so foul a sacrifice. Down, down poured the fu- 
 rious rain, as though the vials of wrath were again 
 opened over the devoted earth, and the howling wind 
 scattered the funeral brands ; but Death had risen 
 over the pile, and the pure spirit of Miriam was nest- 
 ling within her mother's bosom in paradise. 
 
THE CONVICT. 
 
 November was near its close ; all day long tlie 
 leaden-hued clouds had been driving across the sky, 
 weeping torrents of rain ; the wind howled and 
 moaned like a weird thing through the tall masts of 
 the old ship ; the black, angry-looking waves dashed 
 over the deck, drenching with their cold spray the 
 wretched crowd that there huddled together, strain- 
 ing their eyes to catch a last view of the white cliffs 
 of Albion, fast disappearing in the distance. There 
 were amongst that band gray-haired men, on whose 
 brows time had set his impress, yet they were scoff- 
 ingly defiant in sin ; others looked sorrowfully to- 
 wards their once happy homes, and the big tears 
 rolled down their furrowed cheeks, for they thought 
 of the dear ones lost to them forever. Men, too, 
 were there, mere boys in years, yet old in crime, 
 who smiled as they gazed ; to them, sin-dyed, exile 
 from home, fatherland, presented but little of sorrow ; 
 gold, the only guerdon they prized, could be gained 
 in any land by craft and daring. It was a convict 
 ship, with its freight of human souls, journeying to 
 
94 THE CONVICT. 
 
 that far land to which the outraged laws of their 
 country had condemned them. 
 
 Crouching close to the vessel's side, far as possible 
 from contact with those rough, rude men, was a fe- 
 male, a child in years, although her slender form had 
 attained the perfection of womanly grace. The tiny 
 hands were clasped so tightly that each blue vein 
 swelled out as though it would burst beneath the 
 pressure of the iron chain that bound them. The 
 upraised, pale, suffering face, so rigid with woe, 
 seemed as if one pang more would transform it, like 
 Niobe's, to stone ; but the large black eyes, so full 
 of passion, of power, with their strange, wild look, 
 almost burned the white cheek o'er which they 
 flashed. What could that child have done to incur 
 the felon's lot ? to be thus sent far from friends and 
 home, to sorrow and misery, none near to soothe the 
 bitter agony, to bathe the fevered brow, to see the 
 flush of youth fade from her cheek, or shed a tear 
 over her grave? Weeks sped, bearing the convicts, 
 through storm and sunshine, to their new homes. 
 The men, .some of them, were even more reckless 
 with jibe and jeer than when they started; even 
 those few who had wept on leaving home had become 
 merry, beguiling the toilsome hours with anticipa- 
 tions of the' future — how they would build a new 
 home in the wild, by some pleasant murmuring 
 
THE CONVICT. 95 
 
 brook, where the birds of spring should come to 
 them, bearing messages of love from the absent ; 
 thus cheered, they would commence life anew. Only 
 she, that fair child, bowed down with shame, remem- 
 bered the past ; yet she neither wept nor prayed ; 
 she shrank from all companionship ; her eye was 
 ever bent on the ground, or watching the far-off 
 billows that were bearing her from all she held dear. 
 Day by day she withered ; the blight on her young 
 heart was eating away her life. 
 
 One day she called me to her, and in a sweet, low 
 voice, thanked me for the little kindnesses it had 
 been in my power to bestow; then besought me, when 
 I returned to my home, to visit her old father. 
 " Take," said she, " this curl, my only remembrance ; 
 give it to him ; he will cherish it for my sake ; and 
 tell him" — here her voice faltered — "my prayer, my 
 dying prayer, was for him." 
 
 Need I say I promised all she desired, and then 
 tried somewhat to cheer, to console her; but in vain. 
 Alas ! poor mourner ! for her there was no future. 
 
 Next morn, as I ascended to the deck for my usual 
 stroll, I observed a coffin lying there — a white pine 
 coffin, merely a few boards nailed together; and they 
 inclosed that once perfect form ; that strangely fair 
 face was shrouded forever. Pitying men raised the 
 coffin, prayers were read, a momentary pause, a 
 
yb THE CONVICT. 
 
 plunge, causing the very heart to sicken, and the 
 convict had found a grave beneath the surge of the 
 wild sea. 
 
 Some years later, on returning to England, I in- 
 quired the history of that fair girl. A few words 
 told her life. She was the daughter of an opulent . 
 farmer, who had centred all his pride, his worldly 
 hopes in her, his only child. Possessing ample 
 means, she was sent to a neighboring academy,, where 
 she acquired an intellectual culture that totally un- 
 fitted her for the sphere in life in which she was des- 
 tined to move. Thus, completely isolated from all 
 companions of her own age, her rare beauty and 
 many accomplishments united with circumstances to 
 effect her ruin. 
 
 A stranger visited her forest home— one of rank 
 far above her own, beautiful as Antinous, skilled in 
 all arts to win a female heart. Why linger over a 
 tale the same in all ages ? Love's commencement is 
 ever a fairy fancy, a glittering network of costly 
 gems; but its ending is despair and death. So Alice 
 found it ; she saw the eyes whose light she worship- 
 ped grow cold ; she heard the voice, so loved, grow 
 strange, and utter bitter, taunting words in reply to 
 fond entreaties, or, worse still, mockingly laugh at 
 her pleadings. He had striven to infuse into her 
 soul the scepticism and dark sinful thoughts that 
 
THE CONVICT. 97 
 
 formed Ms nature; failing this, he left her. For- 
 saken, yet fond, day after day she watched for his 
 return, arraying herself in the dresses he was wont 
 to admire, twining amid her curls the freshest flowers, 
 thus wearing the semblance of hope and joy, while 
 despair crushed her heart. It was long before she 
 could believe that he whom she had so loved could 
 thus wrong, betray her ; but a season came when 
 stern realities forced themselves upon her, dispelling 
 forevermore all day-dreams, and thrusting her into 
 the battle-ground of life. She was about to become 
 a mother ; yet the holy name of wife she dared not 
 claim. Who can tell of the terrible awakening ? 
 The darkness of the grave gathered round, as she 
 thought of the finger of scorn that would soon point 
 to her disgrace. The river's side was near; anguish 
 and terror had driven the light of reason from her 
 mind ; and there, beneath a cloudless sky, in sum- 
 mer's festal month, she had, with a burst of weeping, 
 placed her basket-cradled babe in the silver tide. 
 The water-flags stayed its course, though not its 
 death ; it was taken from the winding river, and the 
 mother's doom was sealed. 
 
 Strange reasoning ! the plea of insanity was deem- 
 ed sufiicient cause to change the death-penalty to 
 exile. Better far the cold sod resting on that loving 
 heart than severance of all earth's ties. Her crime 
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98 THE CONVICT. 
 
 was knovm to all ; her deep woe, the more than 
 mortal agony, were known but to herself and God, 
 and He is ever merciful. That young heart, with all 
 its weight of sin and penitence, now rests beneath 
 the wave ; the gale sings over it an eternal dirge ; 
 while he, the wronger, the betrayer, lives amongst 
 England's noble ones, courted and honored. Who 
 can read the ways of the Most High ? 
 
LOVE AND HOPE. 
 
 A aiRL stood on the pebbly beach, and looked on 
 the summer sea ; its blue waves, dotted with foam, 
 played round her feet. As she gazed on that other 
 sky, with its golden and purple clouds, reflected in 
 ocean's waters, fanciful imaginings wove round her 
 their charmed spell. Suddenly, a youth clad in se- 
 raphic beauty stood beside her; eyes brilliant as the 
 evening star pierced her soul ; his lip was like the 
 scarlet tinted rose ; snowy wings, trembling in the 
 evening breeze, casting off sparkling jets of light, 
 hung by his side ; his voice was sweet as Israfel's. 
 "Maiden, from my home on Olympus, I saw thy rare 
 purity of face and form ; youth has thrown round 
 thee his evergreen ; even now thine eyes, beautiful 
 as the wild Merlin's, answer my every glance ; thou 
 shalt be mine ; we will sip the dews from the flowers 
 of life, bathe in glorious sunlight ; when the darken- 
 ing clouds spread out their skirts, heralding the 
 tempest, we will flee to brighter skies, to sing our 
 jubilate." He clasped her unresisting form to his 
 breast ; by that electric touch, warmth and new life 
 
100 LOVE AND HOPE. 
 
 sprung in her soul; heaven was brought down to 
 earth ; life was half a dream, all poetry ; the free 
 zephyrs marvelled at her wondrous loveliness, and, 
 enamored of the crimsoned cheek, kissed it with a 
 lover's freedom. And love set his fiery seal upon 
 her heart ; it withered, like a leaf before the breath 
 of the south wind, beneath that burning impress. 
 Yet she clung to him, calling the chains with which 
 he had bound her rainbow links ; then, for love is of 
 changeful mood, wailed, wept, and frantically called 
 upon his name — when he would again charm her with 
 the spell of his dazzling beauty, and again bewilder 
 her with dreams, and doubts, and fears. At length 
 came a time when love wearied of his toy ; she had 
 been to him ever but a wild flower, blooming by the 
 way-side ; her beauty and fragrance had attracted and 
 charmed; for a day, he had enshrined her in his heart, 
 then flung her to the wind to perish. '' Nay, dearest," 
 said he, " weep not ; I but try a sail on the sunny 
 sea; ere thou canst miss me, I shall return; mourn 
 not." Alas ! the girl had learned to doubt his pro- 
 mises; the heavy tears gathered in her eyes, as she 
 bade him farewell. Then arose the storm and the 
 darkness ; the booming thunder echoed from the dark 
 rocks, the rain descended in torrents on her unpro- 
 tected head ; there was no shelter near. Overpowered 
 by grief, she flung herself on the wet sand, and gave 
 
LOVE AND HOPE. 101 
 
 vent to her despair. As her lamentations mingled 
 with the storm, and her brain seemed rent with 
 agony, she felt a cool hand pressing on her burning 
 brow; Hope, the bright boy, was standing before her, 
 bidding her dry her tears — Love would return anon. 
 "See," said he ; "the storm and the darkness are 
 passing away; already the moon's silvery light forms 
 a glittering pathway across the sea, for the return 
 of Love's light bark." Thus did Hope cheer her faint- 
 ing heart, promising also to remain her companion. 
 Many a weary moment he charmed away with his 
 sportive fancies ; oft, too,^at the sunset hour, he would 
 wreathe for her hawthorn spray and white lilies, to 
 crown Love on his return. Then he would point to 
 a speck on the distant waters, and tell her it was 
 Love's bark. But at length Hope grew tired of his 
 companion ; so one cloudy, dark, stormy day, when 
 most needed, he fled also. 
 
 *' And only those who know can tell 
 What love is after hope's farewell." 
 
 When the maiden realized her loneliness, she neither 
 wept nor sighed ; the time for tears had gone by ; she 
 closed her eyes, and prayed for death. Lo ! one ap- 
 proached, a female form, tall and shadowy pale, yet 
 wearing more than mortal beauty on her brow ; the 
 mistlike arms were extended embracingly towards 
 
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102 LOVE AND HOPE. 
 
 her ; the mournful eyes wore the expression a mother's 
 might wear as she looks on a dearly-loved, long-lost 
 child. The golden curls, streaming on the wind, were 
 cinctured with nightshade blossoms. " My child, I 
 wait for thee ; lay thy head on my breast ; its coldness 
 will allay thy heart's fever, cool thy burning brain, 
 and give thee peace so profound, impassive, that thou 
 wilt give no thought to the world that has so grieved 
 thee. In my embrace, thou shalt know a repose 
 Love could never have given thee." The girl up- 
 raised her tear-stained face, and cast a troubled 
 glance over the sea, striving in vain to see the dis- 
 tant speck towards which Hope had ever pointed. 
 Huge black shadows, like far-off phantoms, alone 
 rested on the wave. The caressing arms of Death 
 received her fainting form. On that cold, quiet breast, 
 the weary one found rest. 
 
SKETCH FEOM LIFE, 
 
 When I first knew Margaret M , slie was but 
 
 a petted, lovely child, the darling of her grand- 
 parents, to whose protection she had been consigned 
 on the death of her mother. A father's love she had 
 never known— the fiat which had summoned him to 
 the realms of bliss had gone forth before her infant 
 eyes had opened on this world. Yet, though these 
 deepest of all afflictions had thus early fallen on her 
 young spirit, they had saddened and shaded, but not 
 wholly obscured its light. True, she was rarely seen 
 to laugh, but then her smile was so beautiful, so full 
 of truthfulness and love, it almost made one imagine 
 a seraph from on high, in the fulfilment of some 
 heavenly mission, had for a brief space animated her 
 lovely form. At times she was sportive as the 
 mountain roe, and would bound over the hills and 
 through the valleys of her native home, stopping at 
 one cottage to give old Betsy the bouquet of violets 
 gathered in her rambles expressly for her, knowing 
 her fondness for flowers ; next at the hut situated by 
 the old chestnut-tree down in the valley, to leave the 
 
104 SKETCH FROM LIFE. 
 
 basket of eggs and fruit, a present to her pretty little 
 namesake, the wood-cutter's daughter ; then taking 
 the ruined mill on her way home, an hour would be 
 spent in reading the Bible to poor old John, who had 
 grown so blind that he knew not day from night ; 
 then trip home to be ready to place the cushioned 
 stool for grandmamma's feet, and hand grandpa his 
 spectacles. Thus early, both at home and abroad, 
 were her kindnesses and attentions bestowed on the 
 aged and weary. Dearly did I love her, young as I 
 was. Years rolled on, and I departed to a foreign 
 clime, where, amid the turmoils and cares of business, 
 Margaret passed not before my mind's eye ; but when 
 the departing sunbeams tinted with gorgeous colors 
 the western sky, and my spirit became infused with 
 the might, the majesty of beauty, or when some of 
 the loveliest conceptions of genius were presented to 
 my sight in forms of rare sculpture or glorious paint- 
 ings, whose depth of coloring and lifelike tints caused 
 my heart to thrill with rapture, then blest memory 
 restored th^ past — the "happy, happy hours of child- 
 hood" were again enacted over, and Margaret was 
 unforgotten. 
 
 Once more I trod the halls of my fathers ; the 
 embraces of relatives, the congratulations of friends 
 scarce over before I hastened to visit my little play- 
 mate. She was grown to womanhood ; but a fearful 
 
SKETCH FROM LIFE. 105 
 
 change had come over her ; the Angel of Death had 
 o'ershadowed her with his dark wing — his herald 
 Consumption, in its loveliest form, had visited her. 
 As I smoothed back from her high marble brow the 
 bright glossy ringlets of auburn hair, and looked into 
 the clear depths of her dark eyes, I murmured at 
 the decree; I cried aloud, in the fulness of my 
 heart's agony, she was too lovely, too pure — oh, my 
 God ! — too good to die, too beautiful to lie in the cold 
 dark tomb ! 
 
 Day by day I was at her side. Oscar, her brother, 
 was home from West Point, where he had been for 
 about a year ; he, and her young sister Josephine, 
 and myself alternately, read to her during the long 
 dreamy hours of August. Terrible was Oscar's 
 grief if one but hinted at the possibility of his 
 sister's death ; he clung to her with more than a 
 brother's love ; every feeling of his soul seemed 
 centred in that form, wasted almost to transpa- 
 rency ; the very thought of laying her in the earth 
 was fraught with madness. Often, at the evening 
 hour, she would recline on a couch, her head pillowed 
 on his breast ; Josephine at her feet, seated on a low 
 ottoman, her harp before her, drawing forth low, 
 ravishing notes of melody, till the tears would glisten 
 in the soft eyes of Margaret, and she would bid her 
 repeat again and again the enchanting strain. Hours 
 
106 SKETCH FROM LIFE. 
 
 have so passed, and, as we watched the smile flit over 
 her flushed cheek, Oscar would whisper — '^Margaret 
 is better; she will yet be spared to us; Death cannot 
 touch with his serpent fangs a creature so fair." 
 But even while the words were on his lips, she would 
 turn on him her eyes glittering with bright unearthly 
 rays, and shudder with pain : he sickened and lost 
 all hope, for he felt he had indeed been cheating 
 himself with delusive dreams. 
 
 'Twas a tranquil evening" in autumn : the sun was 
 rapidly sinking to rest; not a cloud marred the soft 
 light of the sky, not a leaf stirred on the still 
 branches. I had wheeled the couch, from which 
 Margaret now seldom rose, close to the open window ; 
 I gazed on her wasted features, and the desolating 
 certainty that we must soon part, for the first time 
 was fully understood by me in all its anguish and 
 misery. The rose I had given her in the morning 
 had fallen from her hair ; its leaves were withered, 
 scattered over the floor. I gathered them up and 
 passionately pressed them to my lips. I knelt beside 
 her, and whispered — " Margaret, beloved, you will 
 not leave me ? You will not die ?" 
 
 A smile of inefi'able sweetness passed over her 
 countenance. She extended to me her hand, and 
 replied — " Mourn not, dearest, that I cannot live ; 
 my fate has been wisely ordered. I have suffered 
 
SKETCH FROM LIFE. 107 
 
 much and acutely. See the flower you gave me ; 
 it was beautiful, yet it is dead. Is it not a type of 
 me? ' 
 
 ' Though with fond and gentle care 
 Its bright leaves were shaded, 
 Decay was still there.^ 
 
 And look, dearest ; the sun has nearly sunk behind 
 the hill. Pray with me that the light may linger yet 
 a little while to guide me to my home, for I feel I 
 am dying — yet am happy, with your hand clasped in 
 
 mine — words of love " Her voice failed. I 
 
 caught her sinking in my arms; her eyes were closed. 
 Oh, God, was this death? What would I not have 
 given to be able to restore animation to that frail 
 form ? Bitter, bitter tears, wrung from the heart, 
 which seldom course over the cheek of manhood, 
 sprang to my eyes. Oh, but for one more glance, one 
 other word ! In vain. There she lay, cold and pale, 
 alike unconscious of my misery, and the deep, endur- 
 ing grief of Oscar and Josephine, who had been 
 summoned by my cries. Soon the aged grand- 
 parents, who had so idolized her, aunts and uncles, 
 were all standing round the low couch ; and, as the 
 wail of sorrow ascended to the throne of the Most 
 High, the old pastor, who had held Margaret at the 
 baptismal fount, slowly entered the apartment. With 
 faltering steps, he approached the lifeless form ; in 
 
108 SKETCH FROM LIFE. 
 
 silence he pressed each trembling hand, then bade 
 them join with him in prayer. Never shall I forget 
 the soul-stirring eloquence of that devout man. 
 With humility and fervor, he besought God that the 
 spirit which had animated the stiffening clay might 
 not depart from its earthly tenement till it had 
 vouchsafed some sign, some token to mourning 
 friends that her faith had been built on the " Rock 
 of Ages." Trusting his prayer to the intercession 
 of His glorious Son, he rose from his knees. A 
 moment scarce elapsed before Margaret opened her 
 eyes : entire consciousness returned ; she recognized 
 
 the good Mr. L , spoke of her willingness to die, 
 
 of her faith and trust in Christ's redeeming love, 
 whose arm then sustained her, again bade us all 
 farewell, and her pure spirit took its flight to God. 
 
THE LEGEND OF THE BLACK DEATH. 
 
 Spring was abroad in the valleys and on the 
 mountain-tops; the groves of ice-trees passed away 
 in the warm embrace of the sun; the birch-wood and 
 other forest-trees clothed themselves in tender green; 
 the little streams, again freed, became sparkling crys- 
 tals singing on their way, while on their banks grew 
 nodding flowers of glittering whiteness, like the snows 
 that still crowned the tall mountains ; far above over 
 their heads flew the soft blue clouds, chased by the 
 south wind. The lark sang loud and clear as he 
 soared on tireless wing; the insects brushed their tiny 
 pinions, then somewhat drowsily essayed a flight. 
 Nature seemed fully roused from the torpor of winter; 
 yet a strange stillness rested on all; a shadow dark- 
 ened hall and cottage, flowing stream, and fragrant 
 wood-flower. 'Twas the silence, the shadow of 
 death. A pestilence, called the "Black Death," had 
 rode on the wind over Norway, staying her steps in 
 the loveliest valleys, kissing, with her foul lips, the 
 fairest and noblest children of the north. Sore dis- 
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110 THE LEGEND OF THE BLACK DEATH. 
 
 may filled their hearts ; they cried unto Heaven with 
 a loud voice, that the scourge might depart. Still 
 the evil one lingered; passing from cot to cot, ■where- 
 soever she cast her glance, Death, who followed in 
 her train, set his mark. Now it happened that, in a 
 certain valley, on a bright morning in this fair spring- 
 time, a young peasant, of the name of Engstrom, rose 
 from the stupor in which he had long lain, and, open- 
 ing his eyes, looked around him. On the ground, close 
 by his couch, as though fallen' from utter exhaustion 
 while ministering to him, lay the dead body of his 
 mother. The remains of his young sister, her sweet 
 innocent face purpled by the destroyer, was stretched 
 beside her. The fire had burnt out on the hearth ; he 
 was fainting for food, so he arose and went forth to 
 search for the living, and to satisfy the cravings of 
 nature. He stood on the door-stone, wondering at the 
 solitude, the stillness. Their trim little garden, that at 
 this season was wont to bear the signs of busy labor, all 
 quiet, deserted ; no sound of cheerful horn, calling the 
 cattle together for feeding, greeted his ear, nor merry 
 youthful voices chanting national airs to the hum of 
 the busy wheel ; there was but the song of the birds, 
 the ripple of the spring that gushed forth in the 
 shadow of the brown rock, and the beating of his own 
 heart, From cottage to cottage all was the same ; 
 all were atifF in death ; none were spared. 
 
THE LEGEND OF THE BLACK DEATH. Ill 
 
 " For the angel of Death spread his wings on the blast, 
 And the eyes of the sleepers wax'd deadly and chill, 
 And their hearts but once heaved, and forever grew still." 
 
 The companions whom he had seen but a few days 
 before in buoyant health now stark livid corses; so 
 quickly had they been stricken down, there was none 
 left to mourn. Blank despair sat on his brow as he 
 turned from scenes of horror. ! frail are the links 
 that bind us to life, when the chains of affection are 
 broken thus by death; when we see those on whom 
 we have bestowed our all of love and trust lying 
 before us, the same, and yet how changed by a few 
 passing hours, insensible to our grief, unknowing our 
 passionate agony ! then the thousand dreams of youth 
 and hope depart forever, and life becomes a weariness, 
 a pain. Engstrom climbed the steep mountain-path ; 
 his native land, like a rich flower-garden, spread 
 widely in the distance ; he gazed, and the tears flowed 
 from his haggard eyes, for all its beauties could not 
 drive from his memory his once happy home, the 
 tender mother, whose loving care made that home a 
 paradise ; sweet sister, loved friends, all were gone ; 
 where they once dwelt, now lay those loathliest sem- 
 blances of humanity that had so affrighted him. A 
 heavy plunge into space would rid him of all misery, 
 reunite him with the lost, for he fully believed he only 
 was living in all the world. At this moment, a low 
 
112 THE LEGEND OF THE BLACK DEATH. 
 
 pitiful ■whine arrested his rash deed; his faithful dog, 
 unnoticed, had followed his footsteps, and now with 
 upraised calm brown eyes seemed to ask, why so 
 little faith ? Then, again, he wondered if death had 
 spared but him; and the sweet witchcraft of love 
 whispered, perchance his bride, his betrothed, Marie 
 Steinhart, lived. Hastily he descended the acclivity, 
 determining not to know rest till he had sought for 
 her. Mile after mile his weary feet had trod; even- 
 ing was drawing nigh; dark and heavy the boughs of 
 the pine forest interlaced above his head; the blast 
 moaned drearily, as if in wrath; huge shapeless sha- 
 dows gathered round; but he cast his eyes toward 
 heaven, and breathed a prayer for help. Now the 
 light became clearer, for he entered the valley where 
 Marie dwelt — still that appalling silence. The tall 
 fir-trees, dark and gloomy, stirred not a branch ; the 
 rapid river rushed on between its high banks without 
 a sound — there was no sign of life. Then, with a 
 mighty cry, Engstrom flung himself on the cold 
 ground to die ; sadly his eyes roamed over the dark- 
 ening landscape ; suddenly he started — could it be, or 
 was he dreaming ? — surely that was a wreath of smoke 
 curling upwards ; some one must be near ; he should 
 clasp a living hand, hear words of sympathy from 
 human lips ; true, it might be a false lure, but tlie 
 evening mist rising ; still, the faint vague fancy that 
 
THE LEGEND OF THE ifeLACK DEATH. 113 
 
 his first surmise was correct possessed him, so onward 
 wdth hope for his guiding star. Kow he approaches 
 the cottage, breathlessly gazes on the curling columns 
 that slowly mingled with the quiet air, then bounding 
 forward (his dog barking as though he understood his 
 master's feelings), he stood upon the threshold, 
 pushed open the door — behold, upon the hearth, clear 
 and beautifully burned the fire that had been his 
 beacon thither. A young maiden stepped forth. 0! 
 joy inexpressible ! it was Marie. She, by the inscru- 
 table will of God, was the only living creature in her 
 valley, after the visit of the " Black Death." Their 
 happiness was too intense for words ; he could only 
 clasp her again and again to his breast, shedding 
 tears of rapture. The following morning, hand in 
 hand, they entered the chapel, where no priest stood 
 before the high altar, nor clouds of incense perfumed 
 the air. God alone was there, their only witness. 
 Trustingly, confidingly they knelt, asking, as if of a 
 father, that He would bless their union ; and the faith, 
 thus humbly plighted in His holy name. He conse- 
 crated and watched over. From this loving, devoted 
 pair, descended the noble generations of fair daugh- 
 ters and brave sons that have peopled Norway unto 
 this day. 
 
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SHADOWS. 
 
 '*THEY COME LIKE SHADOWS, SO DEPART." 
 
 The dark silent night — and yet I fear it not, but 
 love it; my soul goeth forth -with a long mournful 
 wail, into the silent midnight, after companionship. 
 I gaze into space; my heart thrills, for 'tis not alone; 
 some other watcheth, also, the wide solemn heaven ; 
 one with whom my soul holds mysterious affinity. 
 Perchance oceans roll between ; yet, by the heart- 
 throb, I feel 'tis even thus; and a more cheerful spell, 
 like a healing balsam, falls upon me. 
 
 The holy night ! with its gift of thought, restoring 
 gentle hours ; the loved, the lost return again. 
 Again, a thrilling voice breathes into mine ear tales 
 of worlds of light, where the tired spirit may find 
 peace. The calm moonlight in a silver flood falls 
 around me. Leaf and tree, and stately walls, are 
 lighted by the moon's cold rays — how solemn she 
 looks, gliding through the deep blue sky ; now a cloud, 
 purple-tinged, whispering her, counsels a gayer mea- 
 sure. It may not be ; her mission is to give dreams 
 
SHADOWS. 115 
 
 of heaven — to speak of those loved ones who walked 
 awhile on earth, looked on her bright disk, and are 
 now slumbering the sleep that knows no waking. 
 Egypt, in its day of power, she shone on. Calmly, 
 coldly as now, she gilded her giant pyramids ; young 
 brave hearts looked on her, and dreamt and talked 
 of love. Rome and Carthage looked on her, ere they, 
 too, passed away. 
 
 Away with sleep! I love the varied fantasy that 
 round me press when the day vanisheth. I like the 
 feeling of loneliness which gives unto the soul power 
 to pierce the dim future, to annihilate space, and to 
 traverse on lightning wings the realms of boundless 
 thought. Sparkling, glistening, moaning, lies before 
 me the mighty ocean, bearing on its bosom the less- 
 ening sail of the beloved wanderer. I hear the 
 dear familiar tones murmuring my name ; but now 
 the wild wind passes, and though 'tis perfumed with 
 the breath of summer, the odor of forest wild-flowers 
 still clinging to its wings, albeit it has a sad note : 
 it speaks of storm and tempest. 
 
 Now, Memory, wave thy wand, that the storm and 
 the darkness may depart ! Sweep away the bitter 
 toilsome memories of the day, and give to the night 
 its haunted power 1 Let me wander in Fancy's fairy 
 realm. 
 
 Lo! I see a little child wandering on the sea beach; 
 
116 SHADOWS. 
 
 he is all alone. How wildly beautiful is the scene. 
 Dark high rocks cast their fantastic shadows far out 
 on the sea, alternating with streams of light on the 
 dancing waves. The boy still loiters, heedlessly 
 gathering sea-shells, and still the waves rise higher 
 and higher on the sands ; he seems to have no fear. 
 Ah ! now I see, by his azure wings, he is no habitant 
 of earth. It is Love, resting awhile. He ever sports 
 and plays ; he opens to the parched, wearied soul, a 
 glimpse of Eden ; he promises Paradise — then leaves 
 the stubborn heart, that will not forget, to wither 
 with grief — to discover, too late, his fair promises 
 were but lures that lead to death. Away — away — 
 tempter ! I will walk on the wave-worn shore, and 
 the winds of night shall be the only music mine ear 
 heedeth, till the struggling soul breaks the bonds that 
 enthral, and, on soaring pinions, unveils the mystery 
 of Eternity. 
 
THE LAMENT OF THE ROSE-BUSH. 
 
 On the banks of a lovely stream grew a white rose- 
 bush. So loaded was it with blossoms, that its leaves 
 touched the tiny waves that sang and danced so 
 merrily in the early sunbeams. Ah ! those were 
 happy hours for the sweet rose-bush. No anticipa- 
 tions of the future darkened her hopes ; no cares or 
 sorrows clouded the joyous present. 
 
 As one by one her buds expanded, filling the air 
 around with perfume, feelings of gratified pride ani- 
 mated her bosom. How glorious to her appeared the 
 heavens above, the bright sun, the earth which gave 
 her birth, and her beautiful flower sisters, that grew 
 close to the water's edge — the tall foxglove, its loose 
 purple bells seeming filled with diamonds ; Hope's 
 sweet gem, the forget-me-not; and the humble violet, 
 so modestly hid beneath its clustering leaves. 
 
 The western breeze wantoned by; and, after sport- 
 ing for awhile in loving dalliance amid her foliage, bore 
 on his wings a portion of her fragrance to the little 
 cottage, but a stone's throw off. How it gladdened 
 the hearts of its inmates ; for it recalled the memory 
 
118 THE LAMENT OP THE ROSE-BUSH. 
 
 of the past — the promise of their only, their beloved 
 son ; he would return to dwell with them when the 
 roses bloomed. How anxiously, tearfully, yet cheered 
 and upheld by hope, had they watched the old rose- 
 bush ! and now he would soon be with them ; again 
 tread the haunts of his childhood ; for the white 
 blossoms hung in the stream. How beautiful was 
 that old bush to them ; how graceful her branches ; 
 and then how gayly she bowed her head, with its 
 fragrant treasures, down to the very waters. And 
 the stream hushed its singing, to gaze and wonder at 
 her exceeding beauty. 
 
 When their son returned, he accompanied them to 
 admire their favorite ; but, alas ! already the roses 
 had begun to fall; the ground was strewn with their 
 leaves; their aroma was fast departing. The rose- 
 bush drew together her branches, and sullenly folded 
 them round her fading treasures. Her melancholy 
 moans saddened the hearts of her friends. A shower 
 had fallen, and as she flung from her the glittering 
 drops, mingled with them were her fast-falling tears ; 
 while a sweet low voice, seemingly from the centre 
 of the bush, thus spoke: "Why, oh! cruel fate, 
 have you thus despoiled me of my beauty ? My blos- 
 soms, my sole source of happiness, scattered at my 
 feet ; their petals withering, their fragrance fled ! 
 Could you not spare to me my loved ones ? In what 
 
THE LAMENT OF THE EOSE-BUSH. 119 
 
 have I oiFended ? Did I not spread my branclies to 
 the sun, that the sin of sullenness might not mar 
 their beauty ? Have I ever withheld from the toil- 
 worn wayfarer my refreshing perfume ? Have not- 
 all alike been gladdened by my loveliness ? Why 
 have you, then, destroyed me ? And, as she shud- 
 dered, a fresh shower of rose-leaves fell to the 
 ground ; and her old friends bowed down their heads 
 and wept. 
 
 A form, as of an angel, stood before them, 
 
 — -" With Imir of light, 
 And dazzling eyes of glory/ 
 
 on whose clear brow shone immortality ; thus she ad- 
 dressed the mourners : — 
 
 " Know ye not, sad ones, the law^s of nature are 
 irrevocable, and must be obeyed ? The blossoms, 
 so dearly loved, must fade and die ; but they shall 
 live again. A little while — another season — and the 
 bush will become arrayed in new l^eliness, Fresh 
 flowers will put forth from her bosom; again her 
 breath will be precious odor. Murmur not, there- 
 fore, loved ones, that the flowers must die, for the 
 benignant Deity, who, during their evanescent exist- 
 ence, lavished upon them the graces you mourn, will 
 anew raise them, in beauty and fragrance, that they 
 may become sweet, although silent messengers of 
 
120 THE LAMENT OF THE ROSE-BUSH. 
 
 peace and love, from heaven to the dwellers on earth ; 
 for this end were they created." 
 
 The angel spread her dewy wings, and passed from 
 their sight ; and the rose-bush hung her head ; but 
 she sorrowed no more, for she knew the words of the 
 angel were truth. 
 
THE GUARDIAN ANGEL. 
 
 A MAIDEN, lovely and youthful, lay on a couch of 
 death ; friends stood around, and freely were tears 
 shed and sighs breathed; yet the Conqueror took the 
 "worn spirit by the hand, and to the sounds of sweet 
 music, led her up through the starry air to that 
 home of peace prepared from the beginning of the 
 world. She had loved with all the deep and pas- 
 sionate idolatry the heart can know but once ; but 
 the light that shone around her proved, in its 
 evanescent splendor," a false meteor, that, when its 
 brightness passed, rendered the darkness more drear 
 and wretched. 
 
 "This ever has been woman's fate — to love, 
 To know one summer day of happiness, 
 And then to be most wretched \" 
 
 Months passed on, flowers grew over her grave, 
 and birds sang above it; but the gentle spirit of her 
 who slept beneath had received its mission — to watch 
 o'er him loved best on earth : and as a shadow she 
 oft stood revealed in the blue light of morning, or 
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122 THE GUARDIAN ANGEL. 
 
 ■was heard in the moan of the night- wind, when the 
 dew^ fell heaviest; although to the careless and worldly 
 one the shadow seemed but a passing cloud over the 
 sun's brightness ; the moan of the night-wind but 
 the sighing of the breeze among the pines. To him, 
 Mary's dancing step and bird-like voice w^ere forever 
 stilled ; if his thoughts followed her at all, it was but 
 to the narrow grave, over which blossomed the early 
 rose. She was already forgotten ; yet her sweet 
 guardianship over the loved one, despite the sorrow 
 his cold forgetfulness had caused her, was unceasing. 
 When he mingled with the young and fair, and whis- 
 pered winning flatteries to not unwilling ears, a low 
 sweet voice, deep in his heart, bade him not crush 
 the wild-flowers of youth, and cause the young eyes 
 to o'errun with tears, by false w^ords. Then the 
 voice borrowed Memory's tone, and recalled the fond 
 trusting heart, now cold in its grass-grown bed, mid 
 darkness and decay ; and with a shudder he passed 
 by. When^ in the festal hall, the wine- cup, mant- 
 ling with light, was drained again and again, and the 
 crimsoning cheek and the flash of the brilliant eye 
 told a sad tale to the fond spirit near, a profiled out- 
 line on the wall startled the inebriate, and the spark- 
 ling cup was rudely dashed aside. When wandering 
 amid the haunts of vice, fascinated by their false 
 gayety — for misery ever wears a mask — a word, a 
 
THE GUAEDIAN ANGEL. 123 
 
 tone of music, a perfumed air, drove the present 
 from before him, presenting in its stead his early 
 years of innocence and truth ; then, by that link of 
 the past, the guardian angel led him from the false 
 and the frail. When, through her gentle ministry, 
 pure thoughts rested within his soul, then Mary's 
 spirit rejoiced, and, with the tenderness of earthly 
 love united to a diviner nature, led him with low and 
 gentle tones away from the revel, first to see unnoted 
 beauties in the silvery moonlight in diamond sparkles 
 dancing on the waters ; then in the fair earth, 
 changing but ever beautiful, presenting the same 
 variety of charms, whether wrapped in its snowy 
 mantle or arrayed in sunbeams, crowned and 
 wreathed with summer's regalia of flowers. Then 
 upward directing his gaze to that starry sky, where, 
 within its charmed portals, a glad welcome awaited 
 him from those dear ones gone before. Thus ever 
 by his side, restraining his wavering footsteps, ward- 
 ing off the rough gale of misfortune, soothing hours 
 of solitude by sweet thoughts and fancies, softening 
 the, hand of sorrow, teaching him not to build his 
 hopes on earth's fragile soil, was her mission merci- 
 fully accomplished in the summer sunshine and the 
 winter rain, and ever pointing heavenwards. 
 
A VISION. 
 
 "I HAD A DREAM, WHICH WAS NOT ALL A DREAM." 
 
 I STOOD within the entrance of an ancient temple ; 
 Time had passed from his youth since the shrine had 
 been raised, for the roof was gone and half the 
 pillars worn away. The broken columns were twined 
 with wreathing ivy and wild grape, their clusters of 
 topaz-colored fruit hanging in rich profusion over 
 the ruined archway ; flocks of doves and wild pigeons, 
 that had built their nests in the eaves, flew to and 
 fro, and, with melancholy cooings, disturbed the lone 
 solitude. Looking afar, I descried a multitude of 
 armed men approaching, presenting an array of wav- 
 ing plumea and streaming banners indescribably 
 brilliant. From their midst there came a man, his 
 face beaming with enthusiasm, lit with the fires of a 
 glorious soul, the personation of a hero ; having 
 marshalled his troops, in eloquent accents he bade 
 them strike for the freedom of their hearths. He told 
 them of old histories when Poland was free, ere the 
 furious blast of war had beat down their homes, and 
 
A VISION. 125 
 
 darkened their firesides ; the ruthless invader, fierce 
 "with conquest, had defiled their maidens, and cast 
 them dying by the road-side ; the aged sire, scarce 
 cold on the bier, dragged forth to satiate the fury of 
 their bloodhounds ; even the smiling innocence of 
 the tender infant was no protection from bitter 
 cruelty ; whole towns and villages given to the flames ; 
 mortal eyes could not look on such desolation and 
 ruin unmoved. In the very hopelessness of despair, 
 man had risen from his mighty wrongs, and, with pale 
 lips, swore to be revenged or die. My nerves were 
 roused to their utmost tension, in my sympathy for 
 those gallant men ; involuntarily, I invoked the spirits 
 of the immortal dead — 
 
 " Ye that at Marathon and Leuctra bled, 
 Friends of the world, restore your swords to man, 
 Fight in the sacred cause and lead the van." 
 
 Suddenly, I saw a cloud of dust rising, I heard the 
 trampling of hoofs. Behold ! Wrapped in furs, with 
 banners dripping snow, came Russia's cohorts. I saw 
 the brave chieftain prepare for battle; while afar off, 
 in the clouds, sat Peace, resting her white wings. 
 Sadly she gazed on those warlike preparations and 
 the men who so desecrated her name. In vain, alas ! 
 in vain the lofty courage, the high resolve of those 
 devoted patriots ; the volleyed thunder, that with 
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126 A VISION. 
 
 deafening crash shook the earth, and mingled with 
 the sweet odor of rose and myrtle that floated on the 
 gale, was the knell of not one, but thousands of brave 
 departing souls ; rank after rank fell bleeding to the 
 earth. Soon, the roll of the drum was alone heard, 
 where so short a time before went up to high heaven 
 the shouts of liberty. Poland was dead. Russia 
 had crushed the burning hearts of her sons with the 
 ice of death ; she existed no longer on the earth. 
 A little while, and, like a mist, all the well-trained 
 columns of the haughty victors, the heaps of dying 
 and dead, all passed like a wreath of smoke, and deep 
 silence rested on the plain as before. — With quick 
 but noiseless steps, I turned to re-enter the temple. 
 Before I could do so, another mighty army arrested 
 my attention. The young leader, with form tall, 
 powerful as the young pine ere 'tis bent by the 
 winter's storm ; dark flashing eyes, like the summer's 
 lightning, stood foremost of the throng, shouting his 
 war-cry, in answer to the trumpet's salute of the foe. 
 I prayed that victory might smile on his banners. 
 Peace, too, bent a pitying gaze on the youth. The 
 battalions under his command were composed of 
 warriors from every clime. Those arrayed against 
 them, with snowy plumes, their spear heads glittering 
 in the sun, were led by one who wore a mitre, and 
 carried in his hand the sceptre of the church, for 
 
A VISION. 127 
 
 lovely Italic was the plain again to become a battle- 
 field. Now the din of war pealed on the air ; the 
 crash of steel, the rush of the deadly ball; hand to 
 hand, foot to foot, was the attack, overpowering, 
 terrible as the winged hurricane. Soon the crimson 
 banners were borne headlong to the earth ; trampled 
 and torn, they pillowed the heads of the dying, and 
 drank up their ebbing lifeblood. Yictory seemed 
 on the side of the young captain, when, behold ! the 
 soldiers of France, republican France, poured into 
 the plain, and, uniting their forces against that now 
 little band, completed their rout. The fight was 
 ended; the mitred ruler extended the sceptre of the 
 church anew over Italia's vine-clad land, and again 
 freedom slumbered. — Once more, I saw a motley crew 
 contending for the possession of a painted bedizened 
 female they called Liberty. As party after party 
 rushed into the melee, shouting wildly, the gay lady 
 would coquettishly cast aside her veil, so as to dis- 
 play to the admiring crowd her gem- encircled brow 
 and radiant eyes, AYhich smiled approval. The smiles 
 were showered on all ; each panting soldier thought 
 the beaming glance was for him. Then I saw the 
 crown she wore was of false brilliants, false as her 
 smiles, and I knew her as the arch-fiend called Mis- 
 rule, who had assumed the garb and seeming of 
 Liberty ; she but mocked and led those wild spirits 
 
128 A VISION. 
 
 to destruction. Again was the desperate strife re- 
 newed, again the lovely plain became a slaughter pit. 
 Soon came a single horseman, unattended. Fear- 
 lessly he rode amid those armed reckless men ; with 
 the fierce courage of a dauntless soul, the power of 
 indomitable will alone, he constrained those vacillat- 
 ing spirits; with eyes stern with resolve, he beat 
 down their banners, and taking to his bosom the 
 purple-vestured female, became at once ruler and dic- 
 tator. The throne of the Bourbons was trampled 
 beneath the feet of the spoiler ; and Erance, poor 
 France — with her brain of fire, heart of fear, her 
 ardent enthusiasm and noble feelings, was constrained 
 to pay the bitter penalty of want of unity in her 
 leaders and the frivolity of her people. To my 
 wondering inquiries for an explanation of these 
 strange sights. Peace, with her lute-like voice, replied, 
 " You have witnessed a phantasm of the past, some- 
 times voucjisafed to mortal sight to teach mankind a 
 lesson. The soul, the godlike principle within, still 
 remembering Eden, with its scented gales, pants for 
 the freshness and the beauty, freedom's blessed in- 
 fluence alone can confer ; Liberty, that shall go forth 
 to earth's dark places, releasing the captive, and dis- 
 tributing with liberal hand food and clothing to the 
 homeless beggar ; Freedom, that with mighty hand 
 shall dash the king from his throne, and shiver to 
 
A VISION. 129 
 
 atoms his broken sceptre ; these have been the 
 thoughts all powerful, that have caused man, again 
 and again, to burst the iron chain of tyranny, and, 
 casting care and sorrow to the winds, have striven, 
 aye, through oceans of blood, to attain that glorious 
 boon. But not yet is the hour; man must rise higher 
 in his intellectual nature, before the dark films of 
 earth can pass away, and the bright sunbeam of 
 truth reveal the utter worthlessness of rank and dis- 
 tinction. On that holy morn, when republicanism 
 shall dawn on the world ; when blind, deluded man, 
 freed from the shackles of error, shall look on his 
 fellow-man as brother, war and oppression shall flee 
 away; the fragrant incense of love and charity shall 
 ascend as a perfume to heaven ; just and equal laws, 
 preventing oppression, dispensing freely to all nations 
 fair and beautiful gifts, their motto Liberty, shall ex- 
 tend, with charmed influence, from the frozen climes 
 of the north to the burning sands of Africa, and all 
 the sons of humanity shall awake. 
 
 *' Soon, soon shall the thrones that blot the world, 
 Like the Orleans, into the dust he hurled, 
 And the word roll on like a hurricane's breath. 
 Till the farthest slave hears what it saith. 
 Arise, arise, be free.^^ 
 
THE TWIN SOULS. 
 
 There was music in heaven, as two white-winged 
 spirits left the throne; and, tarrying not for the faint 
 star-rays to fade in the crimson light that heralded 
 the day-god, floated adown the golden flood, towards 
 that world an atoning love had redeemed from sin. 
 There was joy and gladness on the earth in two 
 darkened chambers, where the rose-colored curtains 
 were closely drawn. Softly on the single ray of 
 sunlight, streaming obliquely through the crack in 
 the shutters, entered the pure, snow-white spirits, 
 and nestled within the hearts of the two infant 
 cherubs, holy and innocent as doves, that lay sleep- 
 ing within their little cots. There they lay, sweetly 
 smiling ; for, though weary leagues separated them 
 in their earthly homes, the same love -memories 
 lingered with both, and the remembrance of Eden's 
 bowers, and its entrancing harmonies, radiated amid 
 the dimples on their cheeks. The one, a fair girl, 
 lived on beneath a gentle mother's guardianship, 
 nurtured in kindliness and love, till her soul became 
 an echo, answering to all in nature that was pure 
 
THE TWIN SOULS. 131 
 
 and lovely. Yet, though she shook oif the soil and 
 the stain which clings to earth's pleasures, she still 
 was uncontent — 'She sorrowed for her twin com- 
 panion — for that young, bright-winged spirit, who, 
 in that far-off time, had mingled with her in blest 
 communion. Their homes were far apart, and years 
 passed on, and only in dreams did they glide to each 
 other's embrace ; but, then, with the soul's intelli- 
 gence, they met ; hand clasping hand, cheek pressed 
 to cheek, they felt the bliss of loving — they quaffed 
 the cup of immortality. Then, again, with unfolded 
 wings, they together traversed the universe, till 
 humanity's wants dissolved the vision, and they 
 arose, trembling — not with fear, but with sorrow — 
 that the dream had fled. And it came to pass, that, 
 on the evening of a day of unusual disquiet, the 
 young girl met the idol of her dreams. It was at 
 a gay revel, where mirth and laughter held their 
 merry sway ; but, despite the levity which reigned 
 around, the maiden felt the presence of the loved 
 one hallowed the hall ; fain would her heart have 
 bounded forth to rest at his feet, to bask in the 
 divine light of that wildering smile. She cared not 
 that in the world's seeming they met but as strangers; 
 she knew the haze of mortality alone prevented soul 
 meeting soul in a clasping embrace. A mysterious 
 sense of happiness pervaded her being, revealing 
 
132 THE TWIN SOULS. 
 
 itself in playful blushes, as she strove, by various 
 .graces, to awaken his remembrances ; but, alas ! he 
 had too much mingled with the world; and its gross 
 contact, sin-defiled, had brushed the purity from the 
 spirit's pinions; and, though he gazed with tenderness 
 on the lovely girl, whose hand he clasped, he felt not 
 that mystic assurance of recognition, which the girl, 
 with woman's subtler instincts, felt in all its exquisite 
 rapture. He looked on her, and passed by ; whilst 
 she, for long, long months, lived but on the thought 
 of that night ; in fond worship she hoped and waited 
 for him whom she had enshrined within her heart, 
 musing on the proud smile, recalling the treasured 
 words, and again thrilling at the memory of that 
 lingering touch. Sad perversity of woman's heart ; 
 thus loving and trusting him who had already for- 
 gotten her very existence. The maiden had been 
 long betrothed to one till now she deemed she loved ; 
 too late had the heart revealed itself; she prayed 
 him who had her troth-plight to forgive the wrong 
 she had unwittingly done him ; the bond that united 
 them was rent. In that fatal hour, when she met 
 that soul-fraught glance, her fate was sealed ; and 
 her warm heart, with all its fresh affections, restlessly 
 waited for him who recked not of the rich offering 
 woman's faith and love proffered. Years passed on, 
 and the maiden dwelt alone ; all her kindred were 
 
THE TWIN SOULS. 133 
 
 departed or dead. A profound vehement passion 
 still impelled her to weary heaven with prayers for 
 him whom her spirit still clung to ; — time had sil- 
 vered the raven curls, paled the rose on her cheek, 
 and subdued the lightsome step, whose every pace 
 was grace. Still, in visions, she saw that far-off 
 world of light, and the angel soul that could alone 
 make life lovely. Hope, the enchanter, still spread 
 his illusive scenes before her eyes, dazzling her with 
 his phantasms. In the rich twilight of a summer's 
 eve, the maiden was summoned to soothe a soul about 
 to exchange the agony of life for the bliss of Para- 
 dise. Sorrowing, the maiden knelt by the wretched 
 couch, on which reposed the wan, faded form, of him 
 to whom, in the spring-time of youth, she had conse- 
 crated her affections, and the soul, on the eve of 
 departure, assoiled of its sins, recognized its twin. 
 With a glad cry the maiden flung herself in the arms 
 outstretched to embrace her. She forgot the long 
 years that had intervened ; she forgot the rags and 
 misery that now surrounded him, remembering only 
 that starry night before the throne, in the far-off 
 time ; and, like a tired child, nestled within the arms 
 that so lovingly enfolded her. Not a question was 
 asked or answered ; but, as he pressed her closer to 
 his breast, he whispered, " I am forgiven, beloved, if 
 thou, in thy purity, shrink' st not from my embrace ! 
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134 THE TWIN SOULS. 
 
 Redeeming love will provide a home in eternity." 
 And Peace, inspired by Faith, crept into the maiden's 
 soul, for she felt a spirit, once so pure, 
 
 " Is always pure, ev'n while it errs ; 
 As sunshine broken in the rill, 
 Though turned aside, is sunshine still ;'' 
 
 and, as she bowed in prayer, the soul passed to God ! 
 
SIN AND DEATH. . 
 
 A MOKNING in spring ; all nature seemed to shout 
 for joy ; the very air breathed incense ; the east was 
 gorgeous with rose-hued clouds, heralding the god of 
 day. In an embowered shade, half grotto, half cot, 
 knelt a young female ; her hands meekly clasped on 
 her snowy bosom, her dark eyes upraised, eloquently 
 repeated the prayer her lips murmured. It was 
 Adah, the beautiful, offering her thanksgiving to the 
 Eternal; and as she prayed, her child, her jBrst-born, 
 crept to her feet, and holding up his tiny hands, 
 lisped, " Keep us from evil." 
 
 Her orison ended, she rose, spread the morning's 
 frugal meal, arrayed her boy, and again looked forth 
 most anxiously for Cain. Not long she waited, ere 
 her heart thrilled at his well-known step ; joyously 
 she sprang forward to greet him ; but he thrust her 
 back ; a sullen frown sat upon his brow. 
 
 " Cain — my beloved Cain, what has angered thee 
 again ? Surely an evil spirit counsels thee ; I know 
 thee not in this guise." 
 
 "Go to, Adah. I am sick at heart, wearied of 
 
136 SIN AND DEATH. 
 
 this incessant toil ; for 'tis naught else ; but go, 
 Adah — your household duties claim your attention ; 
 nay — I meant not to be harsh." 
 
 "But, Cain — our morning meal — will you not 
 eat?" . 
 
 " Yes — yes — I had forgotten;" and, seating him- 
 self, he raised the little Enoch to his knee, and gave 
 him to eat of the fruits Adah had placed before 
 them. 
 
 Adah seeing him thus occupied, left him with the 
 child, fondly trusting the innocent gayety of the boy 
 would recall the smiles to his father's face : alas ! 
 her hope was vain ; evil thoughts had so gained the 
 mastery, that love, which is indeed light from 
 heaven, " a spark of that immortal fire with angels 
 shared," — could gain no entrance to his breast. 
 Again he went forth, and the shades of evening had 
 gathered over the earth ere he bent his steps home- 
 ward. Adah sat within her door ; tearfully she 
 mused on the days when Cain was gentle and 
 loving; when, hand in hand, they had been wont to 
 offer sacrifice and prayer to Jehovah ! Now, how 
 changed; silent, careworn, he gave no thought to 
 God — scarce words to her. She could not compre- 
 hend the meaning of the change she mourned. 
 Hark ! she hears his footsteps. 
 
 " Ah, Cain, where hast thou tarried ? I have 
 
SIN AND DEATH. 137 
 
 waited long thj coming; that eternal frown still 
 upon thy brow ? cannot my fond endearments chase 
 the cloud away? Look, then, upon our sleeping 
 boy;" and she drew back the gauze curtain that 
 covered his couch. "See how lovely! his cheeks 
 are dimpled with health ; doth not his innocence and 
 love cheer thee? Kiss him, and pray he may be 
 ever preserved from guile and sin. See, he smiles in 
 his sleep." 
 
 " Smiles; ay, doubtless, he dreameth of paradise, 
 my poor, wronged, disinherited boy !" 
 
 Nay, Cain — nay, speak not thus ; tear such mur- 
 murs from thy heart. Our home surely can be to 
 thee paradise, if thou wilt. Have we not our affection 
 for each other, that must survive all afflictions? 
 And, then, our darling boy and our Eve ? our sweet 
 sister, too ? Surely, Cain, we have much to be 
 thankful for. I cannot think you mean all the im- 
 pious words you utter. But we have talked the 
 night away. I must not forget the message I have 
 been charged with. Our brother Abel bade me say, 
 that, in thy absence, he has built two altars, that, 
 together, ye may offer sacrifice. Doubtless even 
 now he waits for thee." 
 
 " I have none to offer ; let him go alone." 
 
 " Nay, beloved, a gentle and a contrite heart., 
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138 SIN AND DEATH. 
 
 with earth's fairest fruits, are fittest offerings to 
 God." 
 
 "And why should I be gentle? why good and 
 grateful ? I have toiled in the sun, day after day ; 
 for what ? Merely bread ; grovelled in the dust, to 
 expiate my father's sin; but Abel approaches." 
 
 " Good-morrow, brother ; God be with you ; Adah, 
 sweet sister, hail ! Come, Cain, let us forth to sac- 
 rifice ; see, Adah has gone with her young charge 
 to inhale the fragrance of the early morn ; let us go, 
 also." 
 
 "I pray thee, Abel, leave me, and sacrifice alone; 
 God loves thee." 
 
 "And thou, also, art the child of His guardian 
 care." 
 
 "But, Abel, thee He loves most; and 'tis fittest, 
 for thou obey est Him in all things." 
 
 " This is very wrong, brother; thou art the elder. 
 Why, then, this reluctance to take thy due prece- 
 dence in our priesthood ?" 
 
 " Abel, I have resolved to pray no more." 
 
 " I entreat thee, do ; it will calm thy mind." 
 
 "Nothing can calm me now. So leave me; being 
 determined, I but stay thy pious purpose." 
 
 Cain, I will not be gainsaid ; for my sake be pre- 
 vailed on ; choose which altar thou fanciest most, 
 and prepare thine offering.'* 
 
SIN AND DEATH. 139 
 
 "My offering, if it needs must be so, sorely 
 against my will, cannot be of much account ; show 
 me thine." 
 
 " Here they are — a shepherd's lowly offering — the 
 firstlings of my flock." 
 
 " "Well, I till the ground, and will give what it 
 hath given to me. These fruits I place upon what 
 seemeth to me but turf and stone ; and, as I do 
 understand but little of these things, be thou the 
 first to lead the way." 
 
 Then Abel kindled a flame upon his altar, and 
 kneeling besought God to accept his humble offering 
 — nothing in itself, but as the thanksgiving of him 
 who bowed his face before the Giver of all good. 
 And the flame burned with a steady, pure, and 
 bright light, and ascended unto heaven. But Cain, 
 standing erect, shouted forth his impious ravings, 
 insulting the Most High ; and a whirlwind overthrew 
 him, and his altar, scattering the fruits over the 
 ground. Abel — in sorrow, in consternation— en- 
 treated him to pray for forgiveness ; but the evil 
 spirit was still dominant; his anger rose; he attempt- 
 ed to upturn his brother's altar. In vain Abel 
 opposed, and strove to moderate his rage. 
 
 " Stay, brother ; my altar shall be thine, if thou 
 art desirous of offering again, in penitence, and with 
 humbler heart." 
 
140 SIN AND DEATH. 
 
 " Give way, Abel — ^give way." 
 
 " Thou affrightest me, my brother ; what meanest 
 thou?" 
 
 " Stand back from my path ! Dost thou not 
 understand plain words ? Thy God loves blood ! 
 Keep off, or he'll have more !" 
 
 " In His name I stand before thee, and prevent 
 this great sin." 
 
 "For the last time I bid thee stand back — else" 
 — But Abel still resolutely maintained his position ; 
 Cain, frantic with rage, snatched a burning brand, 
 and felled him to the earth! Wearily, painfully, the 
 pale eyes opened, gazed around, then closed for- 
 ever ! 
 
 Death had entered the world ! 
 
 As Cain sat in helpless dismay, looking alternately 
 on Abel, and the blood-stained brand that had given 
 him to that cold embrace, Adah, accompanied by 
 Eve, Zillah, and Adam, came towards him. They had 
 heard voices in contention, and had come to learn 
 the cause. Zillah sprang forward, and, wildly clasp- 
 ing the form of Abel, screamed with affright, "Abel! 
 brother ! husband ! what means this ? Why dost 
 thou not answer me ! What means this stony life- 
 lessness ? God, this blood ! Cain — Cain — speak 
 to me ! Who has done this thing ? Was it some 
 prowling beast, become evil, since our expulsion from 
 
SIN AND DEATH. 141 
 
 Eden ? ! why didst thou not protect him from 
 this violence, and save me from this despair ? My 
 sister Adah, come hither ; father, thou, too, look on 
 thy second born, and see the bitter fruits of Eve's 
 transgression!" and with a burst of anguish, frightful 
 in its intensity, she threw herself on the lifeless body 
 of her husband. 
 
 Sadly Adah strove to draw her away; for she saw 
 in the sorrowful countenance of Adam, and in the 
 indignant glance of Eve, their knowledge of the 
 guilt of Cain. 
 
 " Come, Zillah, my daughter," said Eve, " let us 
 away till he is gone. His presence causes my breast 
 to ache with horror. This bosom, that nourished 
 thy helpless infancy, gave sustenance also to thy 
 brother's murderer ! Come, dear child ; we will 
 return anon. death ! death ! 'twas I that sinned ! 
 Take my life for his ; for I am maddened by this 
 dreadful doom. Hence, fratricide ! Thou hast 
 brought sorrow and desolation on our happy home ! 
 My life will henceforth be a living death ; for thou 
 hast slain thy brother ; and my sin has raised the 
 evil thought within thy soul that hath worked us all 
 this woe ! Canst ever sleep again, and not see 
 before thee thy brother's bleeding corse ? will earth 
 e'er seem fair again, stained as it is with gentle 
 Abel's blood ? Away from my sight ! 
 
142 SIN AND DEATH. 
 
 * May the grass wither from thy feet ! the woods 
 Deny thee shelter ! earth a home ! the dust 
 A grave ! the sun his light ! and heaven her God V " 
 
 "Mother! mother! curse him not. He is my 
 betrothed ; and still thy son. ! make not life bur- 
 densome to him by thy heavy curse ; and thou, my 
 father, wilt not add more bitterness to our already 
 o'erflowing cup. See Zillah, our gentle sister, 
 though distraught with grief, mourning the loss of 
 him she dearly loved, yet speaks to us in kindness." 
 
 " No, Adah, I will not add my curse ; the re- 
 morse that now consumes that proud spirit will prove 
 his deepest punishment. Eve spoke hastily, in the 
 first grief and horror of the dread moment, when she 
 saw the doom foretold in Eden fulfilled — that doom 
 which numbed her heart e'en on the day pronounced, 
 while still the flavor of that delicious fruit, which 
 grew so near and temptingly to our loved home, still 
 clung around her mouth. Go comfort Cain, thy 
 husband; he needs thy soothing words;" and as he 
 spake, he followed Eve, as she led towards their 
 dwelling the grief-stricken Zillah. But Adah re- 
 turned to the side of Cain ; and as she cast her 
 arms round him, stooping to kiss his brow, a voice 
 broke the silence : — 
 
 " Cain! Cain ! where is thy brother Abel ?" 
 
 With trembling fear, Adah stretched her hands 
 
SIN AND DEATH. 143 
 
 over the proud head, raised so defiantly, as though 
 to protect it ; for she felt it was the voice of the 
 Lord, and she knew He spoke in anger. But Cain 
 threw off the protecting arms that would have 
 shielded him from that just wrath, as he replied, 
 
 " Am I my brother's keeper ?" 
 
 " Nay, Cain, beloved ; listen to me ; thou knowest 
 thou hast sinned. Pray, and thou shalt be forgiven, 
 even for this thou hast done. Thou art too stern ; 
 bend thy knee in penitence. And thou, 0. ! God, be 
 merciful. He is not ever thus, but kind and loving ; 
 ay, and loved his brother well as I did. If there 
 must be punishment, for what I know he bitterly 
 laments, let the suffering fall on my head ; let me 
 redeem him, my lover husband, from the conse- 
 quences of this most foul crime. Listen not to his 
 ravings ; 'tis but sorrow prompts them. Hearken : 
 even now he calls on Abel from the dust — to yon 
 poor lifeless clay — to say how he did love him." 
 
 " Adah, the doom thy husband has incurred, must 
 fall upon his guilty head alone ; thou canst not save 
 him ; he has shed his brother's blood ; and thus I 
 curse him from the earth, which he shall till, and to 
 his labor she shall not yield her strength ; * a fugitive 
 and a vagabond shalt thou be all thy days.' " But 
 Adah cried again for mercy. " ! spare him ! 
 This punishment is greater than he can bear ; for, 
 
144 SIN AND DEATH. 
 
 behold, if thou drivest him away under this heavy 
 ban, it shall come to pass that whoso findeth him 
 shall slay him." 
 
 " Not so; I will set a mark upon his brow, that he 
 may go forth in safety, and on whosoever slayeth 
 him, I will take sevenfold vengeance." 
 
 And behold ! God set a mark upon his brow, which 
 burned into his brain like living coals. Then Cain 
 rushed out with a bitter cry ; but Adah followed, 
 and restrained his flying steps, still counselling re- 
 pentance. 
 
 " Turn aside, Cain, a little while, till I bring our 
 boy; and then, together, we will bid farewell to 
 home, and seek another dwelling-place." Though 
 the wilful heart still rebelled, yet he gave heed to 
 her words, tarrying by the road-side until she 
 brought her boy unto him. Then, in sorrowing sad- 
 ness, they turned their backs forever on Eden. 
 
MEMORY AND HOPE. 
 
 A WOMAN sat beneath a wide-spreading tree ; she 
 leant her head on her hands ; bitter tears coursed 
 down her pale cheeks ; she had bid farewell to one 
 she loved beyond all the treasures of earth, and who 
 had betrayed her trust. Memory was busy with the 
 past ; thought succeeded thought, each more tumult- 
 uous than the' other, like ocean's billows driven by 
 the raging tempest. Now she was again a child, 
 sporting on a wide plain, chasing the golden butter- 
 flies as they rested — now on the broad leaf of the 
 tintless lily — now, again, on the wing, brushing in 
 their flight the dew from the richly-scented clover. 
 Then she knew of life but its infantile joys — now 
 came back the school-girl's days, the long hours of 
 study, in the little close room, when she had so longed 
 to be out in the green fields, among the haymakers, 
 instead of listening to the long prosy discourse of 
 Master Walter. Anon came visions, pure as snow- 
 flakes, deepening to love's own hue, as in their early 
 glory and brightness they floated on. Oh ! she was 
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146 MEMORY AND HOPE. 
 
 happy then ; life seemed fair as a summer's dream, 
 how the recollection of those happy hours tortured 
 her. He, the loved one, was then faithful — true as 
 the ideal her fancy had created. Now, like Noah's 
 weary dove, drooping and travel- worn, her soul could 
 find no resting-place. All was one dark, dreary 
 solitude. The cool breeze fanned her burning tem- 
 ples ; but she saw not that day had passed away ; 
 that night had closed round her with its infinity of 
 stars, gazing so coldly, so unpityingly, on the bitter 
 tears which stained her youthful cheek. She knew 
 naught but her love and her despair. 
 
 " 0! give to me," she cried, "to drink of Lethe's 
 stream, that the remembrance of past pleasure and 
 present pain may alike fade away. I care not to re- 
 call one hour of my life ; the past and the future are 
 the same. Let me live only in the present ; not one 
 hour of brightness has shone upon me ; but, drop by 
 drop has distilled the poisonous Upas — disappoint- 
 ment — which has soon o'erclouded all the sunshine. 
 Not a flower has bloomed on my path, but on its 
 crimson leaves have I discerned the trailing of the 
 serpent. Pass away — pass away — for your memories 
 burn like drops of fire into my heart." 
 
 Lower sank the bowed head, and the tear-drops 
 fell splashing to the earth, to be borne thence, on the 
 wings of zephyrs, to the Recording Angel, to bear 
 
MEMORY AND HOPE. 147 
 
 witness against that recreant one, and bar his en- 
 trance to the halls of light. She felt a hand pressing 
 her shoulder ; and, looking up, she saw standing 
 beside her a form like an angel. Mistlike raiment 
 floated round ; the radiant brow was encircled with 
 a wreath of snowy blossoms, that glistened like 
 moonlight; the eye, so full of light and love, reani- 
 mated her drooping soul. 
 
 "Maiden, I am called Hope ; and though born in 
 heaven, I dwell with the daughters of earth. My 
 mission is now to thee. Bestir thyself ; gird on the 
 armor of courage; let not thy heart faint thus ! what 
 though the fading light of day has already disap- 
 peared beyond those western hills ! will not the mor- 
 row's sun again disperse the clouds of darkness and 
 shed the rosy light over all the earth ? So shall it 
 be with thee. Cast aside this fantasy which has ob- 
 scured thy reason, and live for what is nobler, better 
 — for the good of thy suifering sisters. In acts of 
 kindness and benevolence thou Avilt find peace. I 
 will send to thee my twin sister, Faith. She will 
 instruct thee, with her voice of more than mortal 
 sweetness, to rest thy heart in heaven. There only 
 can its harmonies be restored, and the clouds of 
 sorrow pass from thy soul, which is now benumbed — 
 palsied — by earthly passion," 
 
148 MEMORY AND HOPE, 
 
 As the maiden listened to those gentle accents, she 
 felt the shadows departing from her soul. Hope's 
 inspiring promises gave her new life ; and, with a 
 smile almost like those of other days, she gaye her 
 hand to her heavenly visitant, to lead her to Faith ! 
 
THE MAGDALEN. 
 
 In a gorgeously beautiful room, tlie floor inlaid 
 "with Italian marble, the walls covered with rich folds 
 of drapery, telling many a tale of ancient lore in 
 their inwrought gold and colored silks, the air heavy 
 with perfume, knelt a young female. There were 
 crimson velvet cushions, piled one upon another, 
 near ; yet she recked not of their soft voluptuous- 
 ness. Crouched low on the cold hard stones, her 
 unclosed eye, beautiful as a star, was filled with 
 nameless dread ; the moonlight shone on her bare 
 forehead, from which in agony she had flung back 
 the masses of raven hair, scattering the diamonds, 
 with which it had been braided, over the floor. The 
 myrtle and olive grew close beside the casement, 
 through which swept the music tones and gay con- 
 verse of the festival; yet she heard them not. From 
 bland whispers and flattery, from the sparkling 
 wine-cup and courtly throng, with a feverish, restless 
 soul, craving peace, Mary had sought her stately 
 room. Her heart was indeed sick unto death ; in a 
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150 THE MAGDALEN. 
 
 passionate burst of tears, she vented her deep 
 wretchedness. It was not a momentary grief; no, 
 all the sweet promises of life had fled ; listless, she 
 felt no longer interest in the richness and splendor 
 which surrounded her ; painful memories had driven 
 love and hope afar. A quick step, a movement near, 
 roused her ; a man in the first prime of manhood 
 stood beside her; his arm encircled her waist, his 
 thick clustering curls of golden hair mingled with 
 her own dark braids ; in tones sweeter than harp or 
 lute, he breathed words of impassioned tenderness in 
 her ear; the changing light that sparkled in her eye, 
 the faint rose color that wandered over her cheek, 
 showed she was not unmoved ; yet, as the passing 
 flush faded, as though she hated herself for the 
 excess of happiness his presence caused, a look of 
 contempt and scorn gathered round the perfectly 
 beautiful mouth ; she withdrew from his embrace, 
 clasped her white hands across her heart, as if to 
 stay its bursting throbs, and hurriedly paced the 
 room. ''Think not this is frenzy," she said, "though 
 during the last hour my brain, racked with suff'ering, 
 has seemed as if one pain more would have turned 
 it to madness indeed," and her face became rigid, 
 deathlike, as if from desperateness of pain. Again 
 she spoke : " The stars that now shine calm and 
 bright in yonder blue, had not yet risen when there 
 
THE MAGDALEN. 151 
 
 passed beneath mj window the Prophet, Him whom 
 they call Jesus. Attracted by curiosity, I leaned 
 forth to look on the vast multitude that ever follow 
 Him. At that moment, the crowd became so dense 
 that He paused, and raising His eyes, their glance 
 met mine ; I heard him say, in a clear, distinct 
 voice, " Though thy sins be as scarlet, they shall 
 become white as snow." Instant it seemed as though 
 there had been a plague spot within my soul, which 
 that look had cleansed away. Wondrously beautiful 
 He was. I could have prostrated myself at His feet 
 for one word of blessing, of forgiveness, but the 
 innate pride of my nature, and fear of the rabble 
 restrained me, till He passed from my sight ; then 
 the stars appeared to fade, the lifeblood forsook my 
 heart, my brain was tortured with terror of I know 
 not what — ay, call it fantasy — I know not what it 
 is, I only know from that hour my wasted life has 
 risen in dark array before me, days spent in idleness, 
 in folly ; a thousand fanciful things linking themselves 
 in my imagination, my countless wealth spent in such 
 worthless gauds as these," and she spurned with her 
 foot the costly jewels that had bound her dark hair. 
 Calm, stern, and cold, she continued: " Call you that 
 wild feeling, love, which I have lavished on thee ? 
 rather call it a blight, that would have festered and 
 consumed thy soul's purity. Seest thou yon dark 
 
152 THE MAGDALEN. 
 
 cloud, like a pall, rising over the moon? So would my 
 love have darkened thy life, for it has ever been but 
 
 ' A mingled rush of smoke and flame/ 
 
 ^'Nay, if thou wilt cling to me — as a bird who has 
 escaped from the snare of the fowler — accompany 
 me to that Holy Teacher ; hand in hand, we will 
 kneel, confess our sins, and pray forgiveness. Oh ! 
 I entreat thee, come — see, I have prepared spices and 
 precious oil as gift offerings." He v>'hom she loved 
 smiled derisively at her words ; the affection she had 
 vowed to him seemed very pleasant ; the life they had 
 led, one of light and beauty ; he, at least, desired no 
 other. True, crowds gathered round Him whom she 
 named, but they were principally the poor and lowly ; 
 and that she, who had been worshipped as a queen, 
 alike haughty and beautiful, reckless of sorrow, sin, 
 or shame ; the woman who bowed only to pleasure, 
 should weep tears of bitterness at the feet of the 
 humble, despised Nazarene — it was indeed madness, 
 a momentary frenzy. With this thought, he drew 
 the lovely head to his breast, whispering consoling, 
 soothing words, in fondest terms of endearment, thus 
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 terrors, as he deemed them. Now rose on the still- 
 ness of the midnight hour the shouts, the loud songs 
 of the multitude ; as if the words were a potent 
 
THE MAGDALEN. 153 
 
 spell to draw her thence, she started from his arms. 
 " Farewell, we shall never meet again." One parting 
 look of sadness, and she was gone. Threading the 
 almost deserted streets of the hot, dusty city, heed- 
 ing not the words of mockery that pursued her flying 
 steps, guided alone by those notes of rejoicing that 
 in a thousand echoes floated before her, she at length 
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 by the people, was unable to proceed further. Forc- 
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 "Woman, what would ye?" Her only reply was a 
 gasping sob, as she caught the hem of His garment 
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 to her lips. Just then a door near by was opened, 
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 she had provided, she anointed them with it, wiping 
 off" the soil and stain of the highway with the long 
 glossy braids of her beautiful hair ; tears filled her 
 bright eyes ; thence falling to His feet, assisted her 
 loving, self-appointed task. Her cheek was pale as 
 the lily -bell ; the flush of earthly thought could never 
 
154 THE MAGDALEN. 
 
 more win it from its hopes of heaven. A smile of 
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