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“Oh, Philip! Philip! how you sting me !" cried could only shako her head and continue to weep. Frank, wildly. “Oh, Father above, it is I who Clara continued have been weak! What have I been doing? While “As for Percy Bryan, you noed not trouble your I fancied that Philip was not strong, not perfect self about him! Men always recover from affairs enough for me, I have been descending, descending of that sort; and, after a while, he will go back to till I fear I cannot reach him!"

Sarah Ashton, who is dying for love all this while; It was a bitter hour for Frank Cushman, but and then there will be an end to his trouble." beneficial: she learned that even the strongest fail Frank heard but one sentence : “ Sarah Ashton when trusting in themselves.

dying with love for him !” Now she must write to Philip; not much-she “Why, you know, I told you Percy was despecould not trust herself—but a few lines, just to show rately enamored before you came; and every one him how far she was beneath the Frank he pictured. thought it would be a match.”

“Oh, Clara! Clara ! have I caused all this misery, “DEAR PHILIP: I am glad you disobeyed me. I too? You spoke so jestingly of his attentions to am glad you wrote. Your letter has saved me, I Sarah, that I did not dream of their truth; espetrust. I had sadly departed from your ideal ; you cially as I never saw him with her." would no longer have recognized me. I was dream- “No; that is the thing. From the first moment ing, and the bright flowers in my path were luring he saw you, he was fascinated. So cheer up now! me on to a dreadful vortex! A few more steps, and How could you know that you were whiling him I had been lost to you forever, unfit for your new from another ?” born self! You will wonder at this ; well you may; "He was not worthy of her; so false, so fickle!" but I cannot explain till we meet. A few weeks cried Frank. . more, and I leave this bewildering maze for a purer “I do not believe she will hold that opinion atmosphere for my home! I am stretching my long," was Clara's reply. arms to it now. I long for it! Can that assurance “If she is what I suppose her, she will scorn comfort you ?"

him!" Frank answered, with spirit; and there the

conversation dropped. “Frank,” said Clara, coming into her room somo hours afterwards, “I fancied, somehow, that Percy Bryan had offered himself this morning. Am I wrong? Your swollen eyes would seem to tell & different story."

CHAPTER VI. “Dear Clara, you have touched on a painful sub

“Good-by, proud world! I'm going home; ject. I shall never marry Percy Bryan."

Thou art not my friend; I am not thine: “ If you do not, it is then because you havo

Too long through weary crowds I roamalready refused him. Frank, you cannot deceive

A river ark on the ocean brine, me; and yet I thought you loved him: you have

Too long I am tossed like the driven foam :

But now, proud world, I'm going home!” given him every encouragement."

Frank put her hands before her face and wept How still Frank Cushman has become lately!" bitterly.

said Amy Bryan to Fanny Ashton. “Ever since “You never would have imagined, then, that I } Percy went to New York so suddenly! I declare, loved another while thus trifling? Oh, faithless! } it is too bad for Percy to flirt so outrageously !" faithless!"

“And Miss Cushman will go back to Ohio with“Loved another, Frank !"

out a husband, after all !" remarked another maiden, “ Yes; and one the noblest—the noblest! And I with somewhat of glee at the thought. left him because I fancied his temper warm, and “Well," exclaimed Fanny, with her usual impetthat it would be imprudent to marry him! Left uosity, “I despise a flirt or a flirtation from my very him to come here and trifle and debase myself ! to { heart! At first, I disliked Frank Cushman, I own mingle in scenes of folly and dissipation, while he it; I misjudged her; and, latterly, her spells, which was striving to make himself my ideal-a guide and Sarah was so eloquent about, have charmed away protector; and now he has risen, and I have fallen my dislike. It does not strike me, moreover, that -oh, so low ! Clara, dear sister, there is nothing she looks like a victim." so hard to bear as the condemnation of your own “No, indeed !" cried Sarah, enthusiastically. heart !”

“Her appearance rather conveys to my mind that “Frank, don't talk so! What have you done ? her thoughts are far away from the gay scenes Nothing, I am sure, to distress you so severely. It around her; she looks chastened and subdued, but is not wrong to join in innocent gayety; and, as for} not sorrowful. I should say that her spirit was flirting, it is what every one does who is beautiful merely waiting for some future happiness—for some or disengaged."

great joy, which yet she feels she does not deserve." What comfort for a remorseful heart! Frank One and all laughed at the beautiful visionary.

“My dear, good sister," said Fanny, good. cared! But Clara knew better; and her attire was naturedly, “I cannot pretend to follow you through the admiration of the room. your misty imaginings; I confine myself to com Once a flower dropped from her hair, and she mon sense, and it is hard enough to get along with ran up into the dressing-room: Fanny and Sarah that sometimos."

were there. And Sarah smiled-perhaps a little contemptu. “I declare, I never saw you look so beautiful in ously—and whispered to herself, as many a young { all my life !" said Fanny, bluntly. “No one would enthusiast has done before, hugging her ideal world

imagine you were suffering from Percy Bryan's still closer, “ They cannot understand me; we feel fickleness. Pray tell me? Do you feel badly ?" so differently !"

Frank opened her bright eyes. Then she com

prehended the whole, and laughed heartily. “Who in the world, Frank, would believe that it } “Poor Miss Cushman ! how much she is to be was the end of March already? The winter has pitied !" she said ; then, recollecting, with a pang, passed so quickly! I wish you would stay the sum- } what Clara had said about Sarah, she spoke gravely, mer out, and go to Newport with us; we shall have looking, however, at Fanny. “I presume it is quite such a splendid time!"

sufficient to tell you I left my lover in Ohio! I am Frank lifted her expressive eyes reproachfully, going back to him." “ Can you press me to stay while Philip waits ?” • Fanny stared.

And Clara laughingly allowed the omnipotence “But Percy Bryan! no woman, who has the of the apology; only, as she observed

slightest regard for her happiness, will marry him! “It was so intolerably stupid, Frank, for you to Believe me; I have studied him thoroughly. I love Philip Arden! I wish he had been at the bot

know he is talented and fascinating; but there is no tom of the Dead Sea, and then you would have mar strength in his character-in his soul. No one ried Percy Bryan, and I should have had a sister could be happy with him through life, unless weak near me. It is too bad to think that all my family and heartless. One might for a time, but not lastare contented to live away from me! I remember ingly." when I was a pet at home.”

She did not once look at Sarah while speaking; “Well, of all women, you are the most difficult to but the fair girl grew pale while she listened, and please! What in the world could you want more sank into a chair behind her sister. than your husband's love? And did you not leave

“Darling! darling!" said Fanny, after Frank all for him ? Yet now you quarrel with your had gone, kneeling, and fondly embracing her; destiny !”

“did you hear? Oh, believe her!" “Oh no! no! I would not exchange it for “Yes, yes, I heard !” cried Sarah, convulsively; worlds !" cried Clara, with a merry laugh. “Harry "and I believe! Sister, I have made a resolution : Hastings for me!"

one can conquer one's self; don't you think so ?" “ And Philip Arden for me!” Frank answered, looking up appealingly. zealously.

“To be sure !" murmured Fanny, stoutly. “There “What in the world are you quarrelling about ?" needs but the will; and I know you have got that, said Mr. Hastings, looking up from his newspaper

sister!" with a comic grimace.

“ Nothing; only Clara is running down her husband," said Frank, demurely. “Oh, Frank, you wretch! what a story!" cried

CHAPTER VII. Clara, with a horrified expression of countenance,

i kneeling by her husband's side, with her arms " And I said, “My cousin Amy, speak, and speak the truth about his neck. “Do you believe her?”

to me; And, though he laughingly expressed his entire

Trust me, cousin, all the current of my being sets to

thee!" » faith in Frank's statement, she did not cease her caresses; and he forgot, while pressing his lips to { "On her pallid cheek and forehead came a color and a his young wife's brow, the "arrival of the steamship

light, Britannia."

As I have seen the rosy red flushing in the northern

night.”-TEXXY8OX. Mrs. Hastings gave a farewell party to her sister.

Never, perhaps, parted a beautiful young maiden Sue had been clasped in a mother's embrace, and from a gay and brilliant circle with such perfect met fondly a sister's kiss; had wept and smiled by delight. Frank was like a stream of light; wher turns, and heard their loving welcomes; and now ever she moved, the merry laugh rose on the air ; Frank Cushman stood alone, still in the centre of wherever she stood, the crowd besieged her.

the room, but with her small hands clasped and her For once, she had given up to Clara the direction eyes drooping. She well knew the rapid step which of her dress. What was dress to her now? They sounded in the hall; but she did not raise her head, might make a complete figure of her, for armht she and her check grew blanched from deep emotion.


Philip Arden threw open the door, and rushed overlooking the Muskingum. The good, the praytowards her, but then he stopped before he had ing mother was there, peaceful and serene; and received the wished embrace, frozen with a name. Carry, who had protested so loudly against the long less terror. He remembered her last words: “We visit, which was now accomplished, flitting about sball know, when first our eyes meet, whether the restlessly as usual, and smiling whiles upon her sis. breath of the world hath changed our love."

ter, who looked so beautiful, so peaceful, so full of But she did not look up. Did she fear, then, to } repose at last. And beside Frank was Philip, just show him she was changed ?

as handsome, yet not quite so stormy-looking as six “Frank,” he said, huskily, “is it so ?”

months before. Now, his Still she bowed her head, growing perceptibly

“Spirit had to manhood grown;" paler.

“Frank, oh, speak!” he continued, hoarsely, with and knowledge had for once brought happiness. a convulsive spasm about his chiselled lips. “Fear What saith the best of books about he who ruleth not to look on me; for the worst must be better his own spirit ? Frank knew, else she had not than this horrid silence.”

smiled so sweetly, so confidingly, upon her chosen It did seen as though she tried to obey him; but husband. the full lids might have been marble, so coldly, so immovably they fell over her dark eyes : she passed her small fingers over them once or twice, as though striving to dispel this nightmare rigidity, then

CHAPTER VIII. gasped painfully. Instantly he came near her, though with a broken,

“There is a gentle element, and man uneven step. He passed his arm

May breathe it with a calm, unruffled soul, supportingly

And drink its living waters till his heart around her, and her beautiful head sunk upon his

Is pure: and this is human happiness."-WILLIS. shoulder, still with its pale and suffering features, with its drooping lids and long black lashes resting

“We are not made to wander on the wing! on the wan cheek.

But, if we would be happy, we must bring

Our buoyant hearts to a plain and simple school." “Be calm, Frank,” he whispered; “I forgive yon." And he touched with his lips her cold brow.

“FRANK CUSHMAN,” cried Carry, rushing into her That touch! Now, at last, her eyes slowly un sister's home, some months later—“Frank Cushman, closed, and she raised them to those sad ones above { here is a letter from Clara! Quick, read! mother her, and in them, though at first he shrank, fearing { wants to hear the news, and I 'm appointed reto know too certainly his misery, he read a tale

porter!” which sent back the warm blood to his heart, and “My name is not Frank Cushman!” replied her lent new strength to his nerveless frame.

sister, half playfully; yet with a little pride, too, in And over Frank Cushman's face there seemed to the new title which she had borne for two whole steal a light, swiftly and more swiftly lighting up weeks--the wife of Philip Arden: and the happy the wild, dark eye, the pale cheek, and marble lips,

wife, the trusting, the respecting wife ; for each of which were parted now to give utterance to her these feelings mantled on her glowing cheek and broken words.

beamed from her expressive eyes. "Oh, Philip, I am true! Look upon me and } Carry laughed, and tossed her bonnet aside as say—but I am worthless. There was a cloud upon

she did so. my hopes; I could not look, though I strove to. “I declare, you are so snug, so comfortable here, Oh, it was dreadful—that feeling—that anguish! Frank—Mrs. Arden, I mean—that I could spend I feared you would leave me, while I could not raise { the evening, only mother was peremptory. So read, my eyes; and I thought, “Must I lose all, when { quick, read !" happiness seemed certain, with one so noble and so But Frank was already absorbed in the epistlo true ? »

before her, and nothing could arouse her, save her "Dearest, how could you? Oh, faithless !” Philip husband's step upon the gravel-walk before the whispered, fondly.

house. " I could not help it. I did strive ; but the mad “Oh, Philip !" she cried, springing to meet him, Dess, the wildness stole upon me so suddenly; all with the letter in her hand, "only think-poor Percy seemed so vague, so unreal! I knew that you were Bryan! I declare, it is too bad! I almost pity him! there, and I soʻundeserving--but oh, to lose you! See what Clara says !" resigning to his hands the letAnd will that not be, after all ? Can you still love ter she was too modest to read herself. But we will me when you hear all my weakness ?" And Frank, } not withhold from our readers the part which conrelieved by this brief expression of her feelings, cerns our heroines : wept freely on his shoulder.

In the soft twilight hour of that day, a happy { "Well, Frank, I dare say you are happy-of groap once more assembled in the cheerful parlor course, I can't disbelieve your protestations : but you know your old cavalier; I am dying to tell you starry throng suffer such a désagrément, and he is about him! I said he would not break his heart : { used up completely. are you not sorry he did not? You bad not been “Sarah Ashton looks more beautiful than ever. gone a month, before he returned to his former { with the health entirely restored, which no one but flame : quite desperately, every one said ; the more me ever noticed was injured. So much the better 80, that he had a rival, one of the finest men you for her prospects, then, which promise brilliantly, ever saw-every inch a man, as my loving husband with this Boston celebrity at her feet !" said when he saw him. Well, Frank--don't laughbut last week poor Percy took another trip to New "Poor Percy ! are you not sorry that he did not York; and, what is more pitiable, or amusing, break his heart ?" Philip repeated, half seriously, whichever you choose to consider it, people seem to } half mischievously, when he had finished reading. understand much more generally the cause of this “I ought to be, I know," Frank answered, with second journey! Frank, you were too delicate by equal mischief ; " but," and her eye exchanged its half! Not one person in twenty would conceal such sudden sparkle for a look more loving, “somehow, an offer as you received. Not that I mean to say my heart is too full of happiness to admit one sad Sarah Ashton enlightened the public as to hers; } sentiment." And then she was silent, in her perfect but her sister Fanny proved an excellent reporter. joy, till startled by her merry sister's voice. Sometimes I feel disposed to give the folks an ink “Well, Frank, you make a beautiful tableau, ling of your conquest; but Harry hushes me up, doubtless, you and your bonny husband; but please adding an incomparable compliment to your incom- { recollect that it is past seven o'clock, and your moparable self.

ther waiting all this while for news from the wan“I fancy Percy will be somewhat at a discount, derer. Dear, but I'm glad, after all, that I'm not if he returns, which is not at all certain. A com- } married! I'm sure I couldn't sit still so long. Are mon man may be refused a dozen times, and no one you not tired to death, Frank ?" think the less of him for that; but let one of your


No records are more interesting than those which cine's tender sensibility met with no responsive tell of the attachments of men of genius--attach-} sympathy in his partner; and Moliere experienced ments often suddenly formed, and yet as remarkable all the bitterness of the jealous doubts and misgivfor their constancy as for their fervency. Years ings which he has so admirably depicted. Yet the may still speed on, but imagination supplies every poet is of all, perhaps, the most capable of strong charm of which they may have robbed the beloved attachments. His warm imagination throws its glow one; the grave may have withdrawn her from other over all that he loves; home, with all its fond assoeyes, but still her pure spirit lingers by her lover's ciations; "the mother who looked on his childhood; side, in the haunts where they so often met.

and the bosom friend dearer than all,” are so imLove at first sight was exemplified in Raphael. pressed upon his feelings that they mingle with His window overlooked the garden of the adjoining every mood of his fancy. True, some critics, of house, and there he saw the lovely girl who amused more ingenuity than judgment, have doubted the herself among her flowers; he saw her lave her real existence of the romantic attachments by which beautiful feet in the lake; he fell passionately in some of the finest poets have been inspired; and love. He soon made his feelings known; his love endeavor to explain as ingenious allegories the imwas not rejected, and she became his wife. He is passioned and pathetic effusions which find their said to have been so passionately enamored of her way to every heart. Beattie-of whom we might beauty, that he never could paint if she were not by have expected better things—sees, in the ardent his side. The lineaments of that fair face still live expressions of Petrarch's devotion to Laura, the in some of his sublime productions; and thus while aspirings of an ambitious spirit for the laureateshe gave inspiration, he conferred immortality. crown; and Dante has been said to have allegorized

Though among poets the most remarkable in his energy in the study of theology under the guise stances of ardent and enduring attachment may be of a passion for Beatrice. But the great charm of found, their marriages have not, generally speaking, Dante's poetry is its deep earnestness and truthfulbeen happy. Milton failed in securing the felicity ness, and thoso touches of tenderness which are of wedded love, which he has so beautifully apostro- scattered throughout his sublime work, like the wild phized. Neither the home of Dante, nor that of} flowers of home unexpectedly met with in drear and Shakspeare, was one of domestic happiness. R&- } remote regions; the facts of an imperishable attach

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ment can be traced throughout his whole poetry. to give him some new interest in life, and at length It is the custom in Florence for friends, accompa- prevailed on him to marry. This made him still more nied by their children, to assemble together on the wretched; he could not if he would, detach his mind first of May, to celebrate the delightful season. A from dwelling on her who had been his early and number of his neighbors had been invited by Folco his only love, and to all his other misfortunes that Portinari to do honor to the day. Dante Alighieri, of an unhappy marriage was added. then a boy of nine years, was among them; young Like the attachment of Dante for Beatrice, that as he was, he was instantly attracted by the loveliness of Petrarch for Laura was the result of a sudden of one amidst the group of children. She was about impression; he had hitherto ridiculed the notion of hiɛ own age, the daughter of the host. Through all the power of love, but he was yet to experience it the vicissitudes of a long and erentful life, that early in its most extreme intensity. He was twenty-three impression was never effaced-he loved her ever when he first saw Laura de Sade, then in her twonaster with an intenseness of passion and unshaken tieth year; he has himself recorded over and over constancy that gave a color to his whole existence { again the exact hour, day, and year; it was at six in the various paths of life which he was destined in the morning on the 6th of April, 1327; it was to tread, her image was ever present, inspiring the at the church of Santa Claire at Avignon. Everydesire for distinction; their early intercourse, like thing connected with that memorable meeting has the sweet May morning on which they had first met, been dwelt on with fond minuteness by the poet; was bright and happy; the purity and artlessness of the dress which she wore, the green robe sprigged youth made it so. The young companions of Bea with violets; every movement, every look was fortrice rallied her on the devotion of the youthful poet, ever treasured in his memory; the celestial beauty and the gay sallies with which she herself treated of her countenance bespoke the purity for which she the ardor of his love, only served to make her the was so remarkable in that age of licentiousness, and more engaging in his eyes. She was induced to in contemplating her loveliness, reverence for virtue bestow her hand elsewhere; more, it has been said, mingled with admiration. Petrarch and Laura often in accordance with duty than inclination ; for it is met in society, and became intimately acquainted; supposed her heart was not insensible to the love of he was charmed with her conversation; she appears the gifted youth, whose devotion, purity, and intel to have been in every way capable of appreciating lectuality might have found their way to one harder Petrareh, and deserving of the influence which she than hers. Dante fell sick and slowly recovered; possessed over him, which was exerted only to exwhether her marriage was a subject of which he alt his sentiments and strengthen his principles; could not bear to think, it is certain that it is not though unhappy in her marriage, true to her vows, once alluded to in his poetry. Beatrice did not she preserved all that purity of thought which gave long survive her marriage; within the year she was such an unspeakable charm to her beauty. The borne to her grave. The anguish of Dante was so { chivalrous spirit of the age encouraged a devotion 'intense, that it brought on a fearful illness, in which to the fair sex, and platonic attachments were the his life was long despaired of. Boccacio mentions fashion of the day, so that the dignity of Laura was that he was so altered by grief that he could scarcely { not compromised when Petrarch made her the object be known. Beatrice occupied all his thoughts; on of his poetical devotions, and the celebrity which he the anniversary of her death, he sat alone thinking { gained by this homage to her charms may have of ber, and portraying “an angel on his tablets." gratified much better feelings than those of vanity; The influence which she had over him was as pow. the faith which she bad pledged, though to an unerful in death as it had been in life-still to be worthy object, she held most sacred; she repressed worthy of loving, and of joining one so good and the feelings of the enthusiastic poet whenever they pare beyond the grave was his constant aim; all appeared transgressing the bounds of friendship. that he desired in renown, all that he wished for Once, when in an unguarded moment he ventured in fame, was to prove himself not undeserving of } to allude to his passion, the look of indignation with having devoted himself to her; in the camp-in the } which she regarded him, and the tone in which she highest diplomatic positions, this was his great ob said, “I am not the person you take me for," overject in all his trials, and they were many and se whelmed him with shame and sorrow. The hope

; this inspired him with a lofty dignity, and less passion, of which he only dared to speak in supported him under insults and injuries which song-and even the allowed indulgence of thus girwould have broken many a proud spirit; but sub {ing it expression, had a fatal effect; his health limed above the concerns of earth, his affection was gradually declined; he grew pale and thin, and the such as might be felt for one translated to a celestial charming vivacity which had been the delight of

bode. By continually dwelling on but one subject, his friends utterly forsook him; he estranged himhis mind became utterly estranged from passing self from the society of his former companions, and events, and he often fell into such fits of abstraction was no longer met with in the circles of which he and despondency that his friends, fearing that his had been the darling. At length he made an effort reason would be completely upset, anxiously sought to conquer feelings that were too powerful to yield,


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