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swing their branches so heavily about || and tottering column wreathed with it, and cast over it a desolate gloom | luxuriant ivy, her youthful influence even in the brightest hour of sum- || preserved him from desolation, and mer sunshine? Why is it apart from | partially concealed even his decay. those other hillocks, that lie smiling || Throughout the summer evenings ly together, as though it alone were | the churchyard was their favourite excluded from the peaceful commu-resort: for the old man loved to rest nion of the dead?
upon a grave, and survey the wide That grave does not cover one and lovely valley lying at his feet, who withered on the stalk of human made glorious by the setting sun; life, and then quietly dropped from while his spirit would melt within it in the sere and yellow leaf; nor him; as, turning from that magnifione that was plucked by the spoiler cent display of this world's beauty in the bud of infant promise; nor to the surrounding memorials of its yet one who shed the leaves of life perishable nature, he felt himself" a in the full beauty of maturity: it is stranger and a pilgrim upon earth, not the grave of an old person who as all his fathers were." And then sustained life as a burden, and at would his young companion press last welcomed death as a refuge; or near him with the deep affection of of the child who, snatched from the a young and untroubled heart, lay cherishing arms of its parents, was his head on her bosom, and bend followed by them with deep but sin- l over it till her long golden tresses less sorrow: nor is it a matron's mixed with his hoary locks, like sungrave, “whose lovely and pleasant" beams upon mountain 'snows. Then life is embalmed in the memory of would she whisper to him sweet asmany friends. No-it is the memo- surances of her filial love, or sing to rial of a "sleepless soul that perish- him a stanza of some old quiet meloed in its pride;" of one who made dy; till, with the eloquence of a fa.her grave with her own hand, and ded and now tearful eye, he blessed lay down in it without the Christian her as the comfort and the glory of hope of awaking in heaven; and but his age. for the terrible recollections of her But he is now a neglected, deso.. last hours, which the grcy-haired late old man; he has no companion villager sometimes whispers in the in his evening walks; “none to watch ears of thoughtless youth, of one near him," to smile upon him, or to once so fitted to inspire affection and speak kindly. Day after day, or contribute to happiness, we might stormy or fair, or summer or winter, say, in sorrow and in truth, "her me- he haunts that churchyard, and restmorial is perished with her.”
ing against the dark trees which - There is an old man, feeble and shade that lonely corner, sighs bitnearly blind, often wandering about terly over the neglected hillock at the churchyard, but not as he was their feet; and bitterly may he sigh, wont in former and happier days. for his Ellen sleeps in that nameless Then he leaned upon the arm of a solitary grave! fair and affectionate child, who cheer- Alas! how few comprehend the ed him by her smile, and soothed workings of a woman's soul! how him by her tenderness. Like a hoary few know the altitude of virtue which
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it can attain, or the depths of sorrow morbid refinement of feeling, which and degradation into which it can destroys usefulnessand peace by magdescend! The days of a woman's nifying the evils of life, while dimilife glide along in sameness and sere- nishing their many alleviations; daznity, like the tiny waves of a summer zled by the gaudy fictions of imagibrook; her manners wear the same nation, and deluded by the rain flatunperturbed aspect; her habitual teries of her own heart-she turned thoughts and feelings seem to pre- with disgust from the simplicities of serve a like “ noiseless tenour;" nature and the sobrieties of truth; and therefore few suppose that the from the regular routine of common anxieties of ambition, the strivings duties,and the calm enjoyments of eveof passion, or the fierce tumults of ry-day life. Restless, weary, and dispride, disappointment, and despair, contented, she longed for something can possibly exist beneath so quiet that should satisfy the grasp of her a surface. We forget that women || imagination-something that should are essentially capable of feeling every fill the aching void within her heart. passion, good or bad, even more pow Alas! she forgot that this “ infinite erfully than men. We associate them gulf can only be filled by an infinite too much in our thoughts with the and unchanging object!" petty details by which they are sur Thus, by degrees, a complete change rounded, and deem them constitution came over her spirit; a change which ally trifling, because, from education, those who surrounded her could not necessity, and habit, they are con- understand, and with which theretinually placed in contact with tri-fore they could not sympathize. The fles. God forbid that the majority rose faded from her cheek, the smile of females should manifest, or even played less frequently and less sweetknow, the passionate depths of the ly round her lips, sadness too often soul! Comparatively few acquire a shaded her young fair brow; and knowledge which involves the sur- her manners, once so warm and courrender of their happiness, and too teous to all, became cold, abrupt, frequently also the sacrifice of their and reserved. These changes were worth; but those few afford us warn- not the work of a day; though the ings--salutary though terrible instruc necessity of concentrating their histion to the rest of their sex. Ellen tory in a few short sentences makes was one.
that appear sudden and rapid, which Reflective, passionate, and proud, I was in reality gradual and slow. -“ emotions were her events." Not Perhaps had Ellen at this critical merely the mistress, but the compa- | period of her life been taken into the nion of her own thoughts, the being world by some judicious friend, and of solitude and reverie, the child of gently introduced to things as they impulse, and the slave of sensibility really are, her mind might yet have while she existed in the real world, recovered its energy and her spirits she could be said to live only in the their tone; but limited to the secluideal one of her own creation. Am- sion of a village, she was debarred bitious, yet unable to appreciate the those little pleasurable excitements, true distinction which should be whether of scene or society, which sought by women; cherishing that were necessary to prevent a mind
stomed to ing
annihilated his misery, that shine
like hers from preying on itself; and lamb left of his little flock; the beaushe yielded with proportionable en- tiful being that, like a star, irradiated thusiasm to the first influence which the gloom of his evening pilgrimage? broke the monotony of her life. That He could not do it, and he made. influence was love; love as it ever those excuses for her inattentions, will be felt and cherished by one of which Ellen's better feelings would Ellen's disposition, in all the delirium not have dared to offer for herself.. and danger of intense passion. But, | At length, however, she discover alas! if she proved in her own expe-ed the fatal truth: that the passion rience the full truth of the observa- which had formed the glory, the tion, that “ love is the whole history happiness, and indeed the whole buof a woman's life,” she equally proved siness of her life, had been but one the justice of its conclusion, “ that of many pastimes to her lover. Ciro it is only an episode in the life of a cumstances separated them, and af man." A complete novice in the stu- ter lingering through all the sickens dy of character, and accustomed to ing changes of cherished, deferred, view every object alternately through and annihilated hope, she knew, in the glare of imagination or the gloom all the fulness of its misery, that she of morbid sensibility, it required lit- was forsaken and forgotten. It is tle exertion to make her the dupe of well known that a strong mind can ą being, who added to seniority of endure a greater portion of mental years a consummate knowledge, not suffering without its producing bodi, merely of books, but of men and ly illness than a weak one can. Many manners, and the world; one, skilled other girls in Ellen's situation would to wear all aspects, suit all charac have had a violent fit of illness, been ters, and speak every language, ex-given over by their doctors, have re, cepting that of simple reality and covered, to the surprise of their truth; one of that class of men who friends; and after looking pale and treat the young hearts they have interesting for a few weeks, would won like baubles, which they admire, I have married some one else, and grow weary of, and fling aside. | lived very comfortably for the re
But Ellen knew not this; and be- mainder of their days. Ellen was guiled by the thousand dreams of not such a character, noe --romantic love, the present and the When she knew that the visions future shone to her ardent eye alike of fancy and the blossoms of hope glorious with happiness and promise. were for ever scattered and destroy"Her soul was paradised by passion;" ed, the stranger would have supevery duty was neglected; every other posed her insensible to the blow. affection superseded by this new and But " the iron had entered into her overwhelming interest. Even her soul.” Throughout the whole of the old kind father felt, and sometimes night on which she received the sighed over the change; for he re- ' confirmation strong," she sat in membered the days when his com- her chamber motionless and solitary; fort was the first and last of Ellen's she neither spoke, nor wept, nor anxieties, and his love her great and sighed; and though every passion sufficient joy. But how could he warred wildly in her bosom, she sat chide his darling, the single ewe- and " made no sign;" and in the
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morning she resumed her station in ' of mind, when the flimsy arguments her family, and went through her' which had cajoled his reason had usual occupations and domestic pur- vanished like evening shadows; when suits with more minuteness and at the sophistries, which had lulled his tention than she had manifested for conscience, rose up like horrible dea considerable time. Many knew the ceits; when the home, friends, dutrial which had befallen her, ' but ties, comforts, even the life itself a none durst offer sympathy; for the moment before so despicable, appride that sparkled in her eye, and peared of an overwhelming importthe deep calm scorn which curled | ance; and when, more terrible than her pale lip, alike defied intrusion | all, he was left to grapple alone and and forbade inquiry. She conversed, altogether with the anguish of his but appeared unconscious of the body and the dying darkness of his meaning of the words she mechani- soul, with the near and unveiled view cally uttered; she smiled, but the of eternity, and the dread of future sweet expression of her smile had and unmitigated vengeance. vanished; she laughed, but the me- The sun was retiring behind the lody of her laugh was gone; her dark hills, like a warrior in the pride whole bearing was high and myste- of victory, and field and stream and rious. Now her whole frame would forest lay glowing beneath them in shudder as at the suggestions of her all the “melancholy magnificence of own thoughts; then again she would the hour," when the old man sought resume the quiet stern determination his beloved child to take their acof her former manner: one moment customed walk in the churchyard. her lip would quiver, and her eye In vain he sought her in her flowerfill with tears of mingled grief and garden, in the arbour of her own tenderness; but the next, her burn- planting, and in his quiet study. At ing cheek, compressed lip, and firm length he tapped playfully at her proud step, bespoke only deep and chamber-door, and receiving no an. unmitigated scorn.
swer, he entered. There indeed was But who can portray the myste- Ellen! there she stood, every limb rious workings of pride, passion, shivering in that warm summer evendoubt, horror, and despair, that ing, while the cold perspiration gacrowd upon one who meditates self- thered on her brow and neck and destruction? Oh! there is not the arms. There she stood; her fair being in existence who may imagine hair dishevelled, her eye wild and to himself, in the wildest and most glazed, and her whole countenance horrible of his dreams, all that must changed with mental and bodily torpass through the soul before it can ture: she might less be said to violently close its earthly career! breathe than gasp; and the very moCould we summon from his scorned tion of her dress shewed how wildly and unholy grave one who has lain her heart throbbed beneath it. " Are down in it with his blood upon his you ill, my child ?" said her father, own head, he only might adequately terrified by her appearance. “Speak paint the emotions of that little hour to me, my love!" continued he with between the action and its conse- increasing agitation, as he perceived quence; he only describe his state the agony depicted on her countenance. Twice she strove to speak, , desire of life, and that overwhelming but each effort was unavailing; no certainty of death, the stinging conwords escaped her parched and qui- | viction of her sin and folly, and the vering lips; at last, grasping his dread of impending judgment! All hand with convulsive energy in her these, in a moment, passed over her cold and clammy fingers, she pointed soul like the ocean-billows in a raging towards the fatal phial, yet upon her storm, sweeping away in their fury table. The hideous tale was told. every refuge of hope, every trace of The old man gave one long miserable consolation! groan, and the next moment fell | But it is time to draw the curtain senseless at his daughter's feet. There over a scene “ too loathly horrible" she stood, now turning her intense for thought or description. Succour gaze upon her father as he lay ex- was ineffectual; comfort unavailing. tended on the ground; and now, | She existed for a few hours in agony upon that setting sun, that bright and despair; and when the morning sky, and brighter earth beneath it, sun arose to gladden and refresh the which she must never, never view earth, all that remained of the once again!
fair and gentle Ellen was a livid and But, oh! the depth of that dark- | distorted corpse. ness within her mind, that sickening
THE RIVAL OF A KING:
A Sketch from olden Tyme. “ By St. Paul, your falcon Alew, firmness with which he walked, plaingaily to-day, Sir Lionel, aye, and ly said, “ Thwart me who list, and kindly returned to her lure; while my rapier shall right me." His whismine, trailing from the earth, cut the kers, which fringed his broad and air but heavily, as if she were yet oily face, bore no small resemblance unhooded."-" And yet,” answered to those of his equally imperative a third falconer, with his bird still but more potent master, for whom upon his fist, “ heavy birds are not indeed Sir Henry Neville had not the least ambitious, young man; and seldom been mistaken. The stripI cannot but marvel that your bird, ling, whom by a frown he had almost as well as yourself, should leave its | bowed to the earth, was no other, in humble mew to peck the stars. Yespite of the degrading comparison have both of ye methinks too much made against him, than the Lord inclination to rival the eagle." This Percy, eldest son of Northumberrejoinder was made by an old man land's duke, a man indeed far supeof the house of Neville, an old fa- rior in lineage to him who now stood vourite of Henry VIII, to a young before him, the rival of a king, but stripling, in a manner which told he who was yet obliged to stand before was not to be contradicted. The that king's favourite with his bonnet speaker was a man of tall stature, vailed. The natural risings of a and at the same time bore a com- proud spirit had caused him to join manding exterior: his bluff inde- the falconers' sportundaunted, for pendent style of speech, and the " he had not as yet encountered Sir