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We see the hint thrown out in some paper of the quicken any livelier interest-wore imperturbably the day, that the slackened sympathy for Kossuth, in dignity and familiarity of his first manner. Washington, is attributable mainly to the influence One day-so the story runs-conversation turned of the diplomatic circles of that city. We fear there upon a recent marriage, in which the bridegroom was may be a great deal of truth in this hint: our enthu- some thirty years the lady's senior. The General in siasm finds volume in every-day chit-chat, and din round, honest way, inveighed against the man as a ner-table talk; it lives by such fat feeding as gossip deceiver of innocence, and avowed strongly his beliel supplies ; and gossip finds its direction in the salons that such inequality of age was not only preposterous, of the most popular of entertainers.

but wicked. Washington has a peculiar and shifting social Poor Mademoiselle Odier!-her fond heart feeding character-made up in its winter elements of every so long blindly on hope, lighted by romance and love, rariety of manner and of opinion. This manner and could not bear the sudden shock. She grew pale these opinions, however, are very apt to revolve paler still, and, to the surprise of the few friends who agreeably to what is fixed at the metropolis; and were present-sainted. since the diplomatic circles of the capital are almost Even yet the General lived in ignorance; and ihe only permanent social foci of habit and gossip, it would perhaps have died in ignorance, had not some is but natural there should be a convergence toward kind friend made known to him the state of Mlle their action. The fact is by no means flattering; but we Odier's feelings. The General was too gallant a man greatly fear that it is pointed with a great deal of truth. to be conquered in loving; and the issue was, in a

Our readers will observe, however, that we account week, an acknov:ledged troth of the banker's daughter in this way only for the slackened tone of talk, and with the General Cavaignac. of salon enthusiasm; nor do we imagine that any Upon the evening preceding the change of the parlor influences whatever of the capital can modify Republic, they were together-father, daughter, and to any considerable degree, either legislative, or lover-at the first presentation of a new play. The moral action.

marriage was fixed for the week to come. But in

view of the unsettled state of affairs, the General Of Paris, now that she has fallen again into one advised a postponement. The next morning he was of her political paroxysms, there is little gayety to a prisoner, on his way to Ham. be noted. And yet it is most surprising how that He wrote-the gossips tell us-a touching letter to swift-blooded people will play the fiddle on the bar. Mademoiselle Odier, giving up all claim upon her, as ricades! Never-the papers tell us-were the recep- a prisoner, which he had so proudly boasted while tions at the Elysée more numerously attended, and free, and assuring her of his unabated devotion. never were the dresses richer, or the jewels more She wrote-the gossips tell us that he was dearer ostentatiously displayed.

to her now than ever. Some half dozen brilliant soirées were, it seems, on So the matter stands; with the exception thal the tapis at the date of Louis Napoleon's manœuvre; Cavaignac has been freed, and that the day of mar the invitations had been sent, and upon the evenings riage is again a matter of consultation. appointed-a week or more subsequent to the turn May they have a long life, and a happy one of the magic lantern-the guests presented them longer and happier than the life of the Republic' selves before closed doors. The occupants and intended hosts were, it seems, of that timid class living The drawing of the “ Lottery of Gold" was the along the Faubourg St. Honoré and the Faubourg St. event of Paris which preceded the coup-d'état. Some Ger nain, who imagined themselves, their titles, and seven millions of tickets had been sold at, a franc their wealth, safer under the wing of Kirg Leopold each; and the highest prize was, if we mistake not, of Belgium, than under the shadow of the new-feath- a sum equal to a hundred thousand dollars. Interest ered eagle. A thriving romance or two, they cay, was of course intense; and the National Circus, where belonged to the quiet movements of the Republic. the lots were drawn, was crowded to its utmost ca Thus, the papers make us a pleasant story out of pacity. The papers give varying accounts as to the CAVAIGNAC and his prospective bride, Mademoiselle fortunate holder of the ticket drawing the first prize. ODIER. And if we furbish up for the reading of our one account represents her as a poor washerwoman. country clients, we venture to say that we shall keep and another, as a street porter. A story is told of one as near the truth as one half of the letter-writers. poor fellow who, by a mistaken reading of one figure,

For two or three years, it seems that General Ca- imagined himself the fortunate possessor of the for vaignac has been a constant visitor at the house of tune. He invited his friends to a feast, and indulged the rich banker, M. ODIER. He was regarded as a in all sorts of joyous folly. The quick revulsion of friend of the family, and wore the honors of a friend; feeling, when the truth appeared, was too much for the • that is to say, he had such opportunities of conversa- poor fellow's brain, and he is now in the mad-house tion, and for attention in respect to the daughter of Another equally unfortunate issue is reported of a the house, as is rarely accorded to Paris ladies in poor seamstress, who had spent the earnings of years their teens. The General looks a man of fifty- amounting to six or seven hundred francs, upon the he may be less ; but he has a noble carriage, a fine chance of a prize, and drew-nothing. She, too, has face, and a manner full of dignity and gentleness. lost both money and mind. The affair, however, has The pretty blonde (for Mlle. Odier is so described), had the fortunate result of taming down wild expect. was not slow to appreciate the captivating qualities ancies, and of destroying the taste for such labor of the General. Moreover, there belonged to her hating schemes of profit. It were devoutly to be character a romantic tinge, which was lighted up by hoped, that a little of the distaste for moneyed lotteries, the story of the General's bravery, and of the daunt would breed a distaste in the French mind for polit. less way in which he bore himself through the mur. ical lotteries. derous days of June. In short, she liked him better than she thought.

As for affairs at home, they budge on in much the The General, on the other hand, somewhat fixed old fashion. The town is not over-gay-partly through in his bachelor habitude, and counting himself only fatigues of Jast winter, which are not yet wholly for a fatherly friend, who could not hope, if he dared, to I gotten-partly through a little Wall-street depletion,

letter from the colonel; sale of his commission; l What! Did that Christmas never really come himself sold up; then Mr. Aminidab, Mr. Blow when we and the priceless pearl who was our man, Burdon's Hotel, Insolvent Court, a year's young choice were received, after the happiest remand; and, an after life embittered by the con of totally impossible marriages, by the two united sciousness of wasted time and talents, and wan families previously at daggers-drawn on our actonly-neglected opportunities.

count? When brothers and sisters in law who My informant pointed out many duplicates of had always been rather cool to us before our rethe gentleman in the dressing-gown. Also, lationship was effected, perfectly doted on us, divers Goverment clerks, who had attempted and when fathers and mothers overwhelmed us to imitate the nobs in a small way, and had only with unlimited incomes ? Was that Christmas succeeded to the extent of sharing the same dinner never really eaten, after which we arose, prison; a mild gray-headed old gentleman who and generously and eloquently rendered honor to always managed to get committed for contempt our late rival, present in the company, then and of count; and the one inevitable baronet of a there exchanging friendship and forgiveness, and debtor's prison, who is traditionally supposed to founding an attachment, not to be surpassed in have eight thousand a year, and to stop in prison Greek or Roman story, which subsisted until because he likes it—though, to say the truth, this death? Has that same rival long ceased to care for baronet looked, to me, as if he didn't like it at all. that same priceless pearl, and married for money,

I was sick of all these, and of every thing else and become usurious ? Above all, do we really in Whitecross-street, before nine o'clock, when I know, now, that we should probably have been was at liberty to retire to my cold ward. So miserable if we had won and worn the pearl, and ended my Christmas-day-my first, and, I hope that we are better without her? and believe, my last Christmas-day in prison. That Christmas when we had recently achieved

Next morning my welcome friend arrived and so much fame; when we had been carried in set me free. I paid the gate-fees, and I gave the triumph somewhere, for doing something great turnkeys a crown, and I gave the prisoners un- and good; when we had won an honored and bounded beer. I kept New Year's day in com- ennobled name, and arrived and were received at pany with a pretty cousin with glossy black hair, home in a shower of tears of joy ; is it possible who was to have dined with me on Christmas- that that Christmas has not come yet? day, and who took such pity on me that she And is our life here, at the best, so constituted shortly became Mrs. Prupper. Our eldest boy that, pausing as we advance at such a noticeable was born, by a curious coincidence, next Christ mile-stone in the track as this great birthday, we mas-day-which I kept very jovially, with the look back on the things that never were, as natudoctor, after it was all over, and we didn't christen rally and full as gravely as on the things that him Whitecross.

have been and are gone, or have been and still

are? If it be so, and so it seems to be, must we WHAT CHRISTMAS IS, AS WE GROW come to the conclusion, that life is little better OLDER.

than a dream, and little worth the loves and BY CHARLES DICKENS.

strivings that we crowd into it? TIME was, with most of us, when Christmas- No! Far be such miscalled philosophy from

1 day encircling all our limited world like a us, dear Reader, on Christmas-day! Nearer magic ring, left nothing out for us to miss or and closer to our hearts be the Christmas spirit, seek ; bound together all our home enjoyments, which is the spirit of active usefulness, perseveraffections, and hopes; grouped every thing and ance, cheerful discharge of duty, kindness, and every one around the Christmas fire ; and made forbearance! It is in the last virtues especially, the little picture shining in our bright young that we are, or should be, strengthened by the eyes, complete.

unaccomplished visions of our youth; for who Time came, perhaps, all so soon! when our shall say that they are not our teachers to deal thoughts overleaped that narrow boundary; when gently even with the impalpable nothings of the there was some one (very dear, we thought then, earth! very beautiful, and absolutely perfect) wanting to Therefore, as we grow older, let us be more the fullness of our happiness; when we were thankful that the circle of our Christmas associawanting too (or we thought so, which did just as tions and of the lessons that they bring, expands! well) at the Christmas hearth by which that some Let us welcome every one of them, and summon one sat; and when we intertwined with every them to take their places by the Christmas hearth. wreath and garland of our life that some one's | Welcome, old aspirations, glittering creatures name.

of an ardent fancy, to your shelter underneath That was the time for the bright visionary the holly! We know you, and have not outlived Christmases which have long arisen from us to you yet. Welcome, old projects and old loves, sh)w faintly, after summer rain, in the palest however fleeting, to your nooks among the steadier edges of the rainbow! That was the time for lights that burn around us. Welcome, all that the beatified enjoyment of the things that were to was ever real to our hearts; and for the earnest be, and never were, and yet the things that were ness that made you real, thanks to Heaven! Do so real in our resolute hope that it would be hard we build no Christmas castles in the clouds now? to say, now, what realities achieved since, have Let our thoughts, fluttering like butterflies among been stronger!

these flowers of children, bear witness! Before

this boy, there stretches out a Future, brighter much I could have wished to kiss them once, but than we ever looked on in our old romantic time, that I died contented and had done my duty !". but brigh, with honor and with truth. Around Or there was another, over whom they read the this little head on which the sunny curls lie heap- words, “Therefore we commit his body to the ed, the graces sport, as prettily, as airily, as when dark !” and so consigned him to the lonely ocean, there was no scythe within the reach of Time to and sailed on. Or there was another who lay shear away the curls of our first-love. Upon down to his rest in the dark shadow of great another girl's face near it-placider but smiling forests, and, on earth, awoke no more. O shall bright a quiet and contented little face, we see they not, from sand and sea and forest, be brought Home fairly written. Shining from the word, as home at such a time! rays shine from a star, we see how, when our There was a dear girl-almost a woman-never graves are old, other hopes than ours are young, to be one who made a mourning Christmas in other hearts than ours are moved; how other a house of joy, and went her trackless way to the ways are smoothed; how other happiness blooms, silent City. Do we recollect her, worn out, faintly ripens, and decays_no, not decays, for other whispering what could not be heard, and falling homes and other bands of children, not yet in into that last sleep for weariness? O look upon being nor for ages yet to be, arise, and bloom, and her now! O look upon her beauty, her serenity, ripen to the end of all!

her changeless youth, her happiness! The Welcome, every thing! Welcome, alike what daughter of Jairus was recalled to life, to die ; has been, and what never was, and what we hope but she, more blest, has heard the same voice, may be, to your shelter underneath the holly, to saying unto her, “Arise forever !" your places round the Christmas fire, where what We had a friend who was our friend from is sits open-hearted! In yonder shadow, do we early days, with whom we often pictured the see obtruding furtively upon the blaze, an enemy's changes that were to come upon our lives, and face? By Christmas-day we do forgive him! merrily imagined how we would speak, and walk, If the injury he has done us may admit of such and think, and talk, when we came to be old. companionship, let him come here and take his His destined habitation in the City of the Dead place. If otherwise, unhappily, let him go hence, received him in his prime. Shall he be shut out assured that we will never injure nor accuse him. from our Christmas remembrance? Would his On this day, we shut out nothing !

love have so excluded us? Lost friend, lost “Pause," says a low voice. “Nothing ? child, lost parent, sister, brother, husband, wife, Think!"

we will not so discard you! You shall hold your “On Christmas-day, we will shut out from cherished places in our Christmas hearts, and our fireside, nothing."

by our Christmas fires; and in the season of · Not the shadow of a vast city where the immortal hope, and on the birthday of immortal withered leaves are lying deep?" the voice re- mercy, we will shut out nothing! plies. “Not the shadow that darkens the whole The winter sun goes down over town and vilglobe? Not the shadow of the City of the Dead?” lage ; on the sea it makes a rosy path, as if the

Not even that. Of all days in the year, we Sacred tread were fresh upon the water. A few will turn our faces toward that city upon Christ-more moments, and it sinks, and night comes on, mas-day, and from its silent hosts bring those and lights begin to sparkle in the prospect. On we loved, among us. City of the Dead, in the the hill-side beyond the shapelessly diffused town, blessed name wherein we are gathered together and in the quiet keeping of the trees that gird at this time, and in the Presence that is here the village-steeple, remembrances are cut in stone, among us according to the promise, we will planted in common flowers, growing in grass, receive, and not dismiss, thy people who are dear entwined with lowly brambles around many a to us!

mound of earth. In town and village, there are Yes. We can look upon these children-angels doors and windows closed against the weather, that alight, so solemnly, so beautifully, among there are flaming logs heaped high, there are joythe living children by the fire, and can bear to ful faces, there is healthy music of voices. Be think how they departed from us. Entertaining all ungentleness and harm excluded from the angels unawares, as the Patriarchs did, the play- temples of the Household Gods, but be those reful children are unconscious of their guests; but membrances admitted with tender encouragewe can see them--can see a radiant arm around ment! They are of the time and all its comfortone favorite neck, as if there were a tempting of ing and peaceful reassurances; and of the histhat child away. Among the celestial figures tory that reunited even upon earth the living and there is one, a poor mis-shapen boy on earth, of the dead; and of the broad beneficence and gooda glorious beauty now, of whom his dying mo- ness that too many men have tried to tear to narther said it grieved her much to leave him here, row shreds. alone, for so many years as it was likely would elapse before he came to her-being such a little

| HELEN CORRIE.-LEAVES FROM THE child. But he went quickly, and was laid upon NOTE-BOOK OF A CURATE. her breast, and in her hand she leads him. TAVING devoted myself to the service of Him

There was a gallant boy, who fell, far away, 11 who said unto the demoniac and the leper, upon a burning sand beneath a burning sun, and Be whole,” I go forth daily, treading humbly said, “ Tell them at home, with my last love, how in the pathway of my self-appointed mission. through the dreary regions, the close and crowd-' “Come in, sir,” she said hurriedly; "there is ed streets, that exist like a plague ground in the one within will be glad to see you ;" and, tumvery heart of the wealthy town of 1

ing, she led me through a winding passage into They have an atmosphere of their own, those a dreary room, whose blackened floor of stone dilapidated courts, those noisome alleys, those bore strong evidence that the flood chafed and dark nooks where the tenements are green with darkened beneath it. damp, where the breath grows faint, and the head In an old arm-chair beside the rusty and almost throbs with an oppressive pain ; and yet, amid fireless grate, sat, or rather lay, a pale and fragile the horrors of such abodes, hundreds of our fel creature, a wreck of blighted loveliness. low-creatures act the sad tragedy of life, and the “Helen,” said the woman, placing the light gay crowd beyond sweep onward, without a on a rough table near her, “here is the minister thought of those who perish daily for want of come to see you." the bread of eternal life. Oh! cast it upon those The person she addressed attempted to rise, darkened waters, and it shall be found again after but the effort was too much, and she sank back, many days. There we see human nature in all as if exhausted by it. A blush mantled over her its unvailed and degraded nakedness—the vile cheek, and gave to her large dark eyes a faint passions, the brutal coarseness, the corroding and fading lustre. She had been beautiful, very malice, the undisguised licentiousness. Oh, ye beautiful; but the delicate features were sharp who look on and abhor, who pass like the Phar ened and attenuated, the exquisite symmetry of isee, and condemn the wretch by the wayside, her form worn by want and illness to a mere pause, and look within : education, circumstances, | outline of its former graceful proportions ; yet, have refined and elevated your thoughts and ac- even amid the squalid wretchedness that surtions; but blessed are those who shall never rounded her, an air of by-gone superiority gave know by fearful experience how want and de a nameless interest to her appearance, and I apgradation can blunt the finest sympathies, and proached her with a respectful sympathy that change, nay, brutalize the moral being.

| seemed strange to my very self. How have I shuddered to hear the fearful mirth After a few explanatory sentences respecting with whose wild laughter blasphemy and ob- my visit, to which she assented by a humble yet scenity were mingled—that mockery of my sacred silent movement of acquiescence, I commenced profession, which I knew too well lurked under reading the earnest prayers which the occasion the over-strained assumption of reverence for my called for. As I proceeded, the faint chorus of a words, when I was permitted to utter them, and drinking song came upon my ears from some far the shout of derision that followed too often my recesses of this mysterious abode ; doors were departing steps, knowing that those immortal suddenly opened and closed with a vault-like souls must one day render up their account; and echo, and a hoarse voice called on the woman humbly have I prayed, that my still unwearied who had admitted me; she started suddenly from zeal might yet be permitted to scatter forth the her knees, and, with the paleness of fear on her good seed which the cares and anxieties should countenance, left the room. After a moment's not choke, nor the stony soil refuse!

hesitating pause, the invalid spoke in a voico Passing one evening through one of those whose low flute-like tones stole upon the heart dilapidated streets, to which the doors, half torn like aerial music. from their hinges, and the broken windows, ad. “I thank you," she said, “ for this kind visit, mitting the raw, cold, gusty winds, gave so com- those soothing prayers. Oh, how often in my fortless an aspect, I turned at a sudden angle wanderings have I longed to listen to such words! into a district which I had never before visited. Cast out, like an Indian pariah, from the pale of Through the low arch of a half-ruined bridge, a human fellowship, I had almost forgotten how to turbid stream rolled rapidly on, augmented by pray; but you have shed the healing balm of rethe late rains. A strange-looking building, part-ligion once more upon my seared and blighted ly formed of wood, black and decaying with age heart, and I can weep glad tears of penitence, and and damp, leaned heavily over the passing wa- dare to hope for pardon." ters; it was composed of many stories, which After this burst of excitement, she grew more were approached by a wooden stair and shed-like calm, and our conversation assumed a devotional gallery without, and evidently occupied by many yet placid tenor, until she drew from her bosom families. The lamenting wail of neglected chil- a small packet, and gave it to me with a tremdren and the din of contention were heard within. bling hand. Hesitating on the threshold, I leant over the “Read it, sir," she said ; "it is the sad history bridge, and perceived an extensive area beneath of a life of sorrow. Have pity as you trace the the ancient tenement; many low-browed doors, record of human frailty, and remember that you over whose broken steps the water washed and are the servant of the Merciful !" rippled, became distinguishable. As I gazed, one She paused, and her cheek grew paler, as if her of them suddenly opened, and a pale haggard ear caught an unwelcome but well-known sound. woman appeared, shading a flickering light with A quick step was soon heard in the passage, and her hand. I descended the few slippery wooden a man entered, bearing a light; he stood a mosteps leading to the strange abodes, and ap-ment on the threshold, as if surprised, and then proached her. As I advanced, she appeared to hastily approached us. A model of manly beauty, recognize me.

his haughty features bore the prevailing characteristics of the gipsy blood-the rich olive cheek, imagination at once. Unaccustomed to the world, the lustrous eyes, the long silky raven hair, the I looked upon him as the very mould of form;' light and flexible form, the step lithe and grace- a new and blissful enchantment seemed to pervade ful as the leopard's; yet were all these perfec- my being in his presence and my girlish fancy tions marred by an air of reckless licentiousness. dignified the delusion with the name of love? My His attire, which strangely mingled the rich and father was delighted with his society; he possessgaudy with the worn and faded, added to the ed an inexhaustible fund of anecdotes and strange ruffianism of his appearance ; and as he cast a adventures, was an excellent musician, and had stern look on the pale girl, who shrank beneath the agreeable tact of accommodating himself to his eye, I read at once the mournful secret of the mood of the moment. He was a constant her despair. With rough words he bade me be- visiter, and at length became almost domesticated gone, and, as the beseeching eye of his victim | in our household. Known to us by the name of glanced meaningly toward the door, I departed, Corrie, he spoke of himself as the son of a noblo with a silent prayer in my heart for the betrayer house, who, to indulge a poetic temperament, and the erring.

and a romantic passion for rural scenery, had A cold drizzling rain was falling without, and come forth on a solitary pilgrimage, and cast I walked hastily homeward, musing on the strange aside for a while what he called the iron fetters scene in which I had so lately mingled. Seated of exclusive society. How sweet were our moonin my little study, I drew my table near the fire, light ramblings through the deep forest glens; arranged my reading-lamp, and commenced the how fondly we lingered by the Fairies' Well in perusal of the manuscript confided to my charge. the green hollow of the woods, watching the It was written in a delicate Italian hand upon single star that glittered in its pellucid waters ! uncouth and various scraps of paper, and ap- And, oh, what passionate eloquence, what ropeared to have been transcribed with little at- mantic adoration, was poured forth upon my willtempt at arrangement, and at long intervals; buting ear, and thrilled my susceptible heart ! my curiosity added the links to the leading events, “Before my father's eye he appeared gracefully and I gradually entered with deeper interest into courteous to me, but not a word or glance bethe mournful history

trayed the passion which in our secret interviews “How happy was my childhood !" it began.worshiped me as an idol, and enthralled my senses “ I can scarcely remember a grief through all that with the axlency of its homage. This, he told sunny lapse of years. I dwelt in a beautiful me, was necessary for my happiness, as my father abode, uniting the verandas and vine-covered might separate us if he suspected that another porticoes of southern climes with the substantial shared the heart hitherto exclusively his own. in-door comforts of English luxury. The coun- This was my first deception. Fatal transgresstry around was romantic, and I grew up in its ion! I had departed from the path of truth, and sylvan solitudes almost as wild and happy as the my guardian angel grew pale in the presence of birds and fawns that were my companions. the tempter. Winter began to darken the val

"I was motherless. My father, on her death, leys; our fireside circle was enlivened by the had retired from public life, and devoted himself presence of our accomplished guest. On the eve to her child. Idolized by him, my wildest wishes of my natal day, he spoke of the birth-day fetes were unrestrained; the common forms of knowl- he had witnessed during his Continental and edge were eagerly accepted by me, for I had an Oriental rambles, complimented my father on the intuitive talent of acquiring any thing which con- antique beauty and massy richness of the gold tributed to my pleasure ; and I early discovered and silver plate which, rarely used, decorated the that, without learning to read and write, the sideboard in honor of the occasion; and, admirgilded books and enameled desks in my father's ing the pearls adorning my hair and bosom, spoke library would remain to me only as so many so learnedly on the subject of jewels, that my splendid baubles ; but a regular education, a re- | father brought forth from his Indian cabinet my ligious and intellectual course of study, I never mother's bridal jewels, diamonds, and emeralds pursued. I read as I liked, and when I liked. of exquisite lustre and beauty. I had never beI was delicate in appearance, and my father feared fore seen these treasures, and our guest joined to control my spirits, or to rob me of a moment's in the raptures of my admiration. happiness. Fatal affection! How did I repay “They will adorn my daughter,' said my fasuch misjudging love!

ther, with a sigh, as he closed the casket, and "Time flowed brightly on, and I had already retired to place it in its safe receptacle. seen sixteen summers, when the little cloud ap- “Yes, my Helen,' said my lover, they shall peared in the sky that so fearfully darkened my glitter on that fair brow in a prouder scene, when future destiny. In one of our charitable visits to thy beauty shall gladden the eyes of England's the neighboring cottages, we formed an acquaint-nobles, and create envy in her fairest daughters.' ance with a gentleman who had become an in- “I listened with a smile, and, on my father's habitant of our village ; a fall from his horse return, passed another evening of happinessplaced him under the care of our worthy doctor, my last ! and he had hired a small room attached to Ash- “We retired early, and oh, how bright were tree farm, until he recovered from the lingering the dreams that floated around my pillow, how effects of his accident. Handsome, graceful, and sweet the sleep that stole upon me as I painted insinuating in his address, he captivated my ardent the future-an elysium of love and splendor!

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