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CHAPTER III.

“He was indeed kind!” said Mary, to fulfil his duties and to follow where her thoughts wandering away upon some- God should lead him.” thing else.

It was true. William had indeed fall. In the absence of the parish rector, en a victim to this very fidelity, -struck Lawrence was called upon to perform the down in the opening of his profession and funeral services at the burial of the stran- usefulness (he was a physician) by a mager. It was a task from which he shrunk; lignant fever which he was supposed to but he had no escape.

have contracted in the cottages of some The little low parlor was half-filled, as of his poor patients. he entered it, by a curious group, a few “Such words can never be traced above of the number, perhaps, drawn thither me,” thought the shuddering rector, “pure by that sympathy which the presence of as I stand before men's eyes; the very sun death always moves.

and wind of heaven would blot them out." By a sudden impulse, Lawrence drew near and bent over the coffin. It was indeed Alice, -Lady Lemwall, -as his heart had too truly told him. The soft WITH very different emotions from blue eyes were closed; the heavy golden those she had so fondly anticipated, Mary hair put away from the white brow; the caught the first glimpse, as the stage aslips which at their last meeting had poured cended the still distant hill, of her new forth such passionate words, such stern home, - a pretty mansion embowered in indignation, such hopeless despair, - honeysuckle and jasmine, with a broad, drawn together in motionless purple level lawn in front. lines; the restless hands folded in waxen They chanced to be the only occupants repose. “ You refuse to help me!” only left in the lumbering vehicle. a week before.

As they alighted, her husband gave her He felt himself falling; a mist came his arm up the gravelled walk. It was before his eyes; he took hold of the table near nightfall, and the air was very sweet which bore the coffin for support.

with the scent of the flowers which borThe first sight which met him again dered the path. was his wife's face opposite, ashy pale, “I trust you will be very happy here, and the murmurs around the room reach- dear Mary,” said her husband, as he led ed his ear, —"How sad !” “How very her across the threshold. sad!” “ It's enough to make the strong- She could find no words to answer ; her est weep; no wonder he's so affected! hand lay passive in the tender clasp of poor young creature!"

his. Was this the coming home to which “I am the resurrection and the life !” she had looked forward with so much Lawrence said this as he entered the joy? A painful doubt, an uneasy fear, graveyard, and the short train of mourn weighed down her spirits. ers — mourners for the hour - filed be- The housekeeper came forward to refore him to the grave. He threw the ceive her, and the servant-maid. first handful of sod against the coffin; an Her husband led her into the cheerful icy chill at the echo struck upon his own parlor, where tea had been laid. She heart. The sunlight, sloping to the west, took off her dusty travelling things, and lay full and bright upon the long mounds sat down to preside at the table. Lawbefore him, glistened above his father's rence noticed, for the first time, her pa!eheadstone, and lit up his brother's tenderness, and was struck by her languid spirepitaph. He had himself chosen the its. Coming home had revived him into words; why did they glimmer before something of his old self; he imputed his him with such frightful distinctness wife's preoccupation to the fatigues of Dow?

her journey. They were at home now, “A faithful son, a true brother, an and yet he was not quite happy. The unwearied friend.

dream of his life was fulfilled, — why this " In his short life, he strove faithfully discontent ?

“How the rector be changed !” said band bent over her pillow to press

his one parishoner to another. “He beant first kiss upon her lips. The danger she at all like himself, since he be married; had passed through had revived somehe all’ys used to be ready to go round thing of his old tenderness.

Lawrence among the sick far and near; his face started; his eyes suddenly sought those was good as medicine by a sick-bed. of his wife. “ It was my mother's Now you may send half a dozen times to name,” she said, gently; “I should like him, and ten to one you'll find him at it for her sake." bome. His sermons, too,

- Missus Lar- What could he urge? He could only kins told

my missus the other Sunday she submit. wouldn't give one of our old Parson The child grew and thrived, - a healthy, Fendley's for six of his!"

rosy creature, full of life and smiles. “Yes, he be changed, that's a fact, in Lawrence felt his heart drawn toward it; more ways than one,” was the response. its imocent sportiveness and love began “It's very strange; such a sweet, kind- to draw him away from his dangerous hearted woman as Mrs. Lawrence should companionship. Mary looked on with a be a help to a man instead of putting him trembling hope. Sinful as since that faback!”

tal hour in which she stood by his side It was true; the young rector was a when the sexton flung up the sod for the changed man. The interests of his par- stranger's grave in the old graveyard she ish, which had once been so dear to his had feared him to be, he was her husband heart, were slipping from his thoughts; still, and love never ceases to hope and the society of his young wife had no pray for its object. In her prayers, she charm to dissipate the gloom which op- asked now that, if it were God's will, the pressed him; he began to seek forgetful- hand of his little child might lead him ness in the few excitements which opened back to a better life. to his situation. He went often to Lemwall house, though Mary, almost from Lord Lemwall was about to marry ; the beginning, refused her share of the in the little hamlet rung with the news. vitations. The viscount welcomed around The bride was a beauty and a belle, him a circle suited to his tastes, composed though now past the first glow of her of gentlemen who figured on the turf, charms; but her broad lands and ample genteel gamblers, fox-hunting squires of investments were of far more importance the county, young, fast men, and into to the viscount, with his already mortthis vortex Lawrence was slowly drawn. gaged estates, than any fileeting fancy He rose high in his patron's favor; he which had helped to bring about his suit. was a curate after Lord Lemwall's own Strangely enough, and contrary to all heart.

etiquette, the viscount begged of his How was it with Mary, — the pale, bride the favor of selecting the minister patient wife? Her bloom was fading; who should perform the ceremony, and his her light spirits had long given place to a selection fell on his old friend, Lawrence. subdued sadness. Lawrence must have The wedding was to take place at Lemnoticed the change; but he thought little wall, and a short tour was to follow on of his own share in bringing it about the continent. Did Lord Lemwall know “ It is a part of my curse!” he thought. of his first wife's death. Lawrence felt • I gave up the rights of an innocent that he did not; the very choice of himwoman to win her, and the love I thought self to solemnize the marriage — he who I had secured to bless my life is turned alo shared the secret. was a proof of to ashes ! 'God is just!”

his ignorance; but he kept silent.

It was a brilliant company which gathIt was in the opening of the second ered in the old church ; the light streamyear of their marriage that a child was ed dimly through the stained windows born to them. “We will call her Alice," over the flashing jewels, the waving murmured the pale mother, as her hus. plumes, the rich satins and velvets. The

viscount looked proud and exultant, as a Since the birth of her child, she had felt bridegroom should; but his eyes were more than ever the width of the gulf restless, and his mouth wore a troubled which from her wedding-day had yawned curve in repose. Lawrence stood up; between her and her husband. If she the bride was before him with her orange- could only speak! - she knew that there flowers and her long Brussels veil shroud was a secret rising darkly between them,ing her stately figure, - for the rich dra- if she could only obtain his confidence ! pery seemed, in that one instant, to his But what was that secret ? Her heart startled fancy like a shroud. The bride- sunk again at the question. No; she groom's eye met his, and fell beneath his dared not ask. look, - partners in guilt.

(To be continued.) “If any man know just cause,” The young rector's voice had a changed and hollow tone; his look went out of

THE INTERLARDING OF FOREIGN WORDS. the distance, beyond the shadows linger

French is oftenest called into service ing up the long aisles, past the stately by ignorant scribblers, Latin comes next, monuments of the old house of Lemwall Greek next, and sometimes German. We which stood grouped around in their cold recall, in this connection, a remark of splendor, to the stranger's grave, the sod William Cullen Bryant to a young man brightened now with early flowers and who was then attached to the Evening new springing grass. Alice, — Lady Post, and who had submitted to Mr. BryLemwall

, — who might have been living ant an article for the paper. The latter, now, but for this bad man's falseness and whose felicity in writing prose is not a his own wicked silence.

whit inferior to that of his poetical effort The air, as the bridal train passed out read the manuscript and commented upon of the church, in its dewy freshness, laden it in substantially these words : -"My with the scents of May, reminded him of young friend, I observe that you have used his own wedding-morn only two years several French expressions in your article. before. What a long period it had grown! I think, if you will study the English He looked down on the wife at his side. language, that you will find it capable of How strangely her bloom had faded : expressing all the ideas that you may Was this the radiant bride of joy and have. I have always found it so, and in - blushes? He sighed, unconsciously. A all that I have written, I do not recall carriage stood in waiting for them; they an instance when I was tempted to use were to share the wedding breakfast, a foreign word, but that, on searching, from whence a part of the company, in- I found a better one in my own lancluding the bride and bridegroom, were guage.” to set out in the noon train for London.

Lawrence ate little. His depression began to be noticed by others of the com- A BEAUTIFUL ILLUSTRATION. — It is said pany beside his silent wife. His patron, of the Icelanders that they scrupulously who, from his distant part of the table, observe the usage of reading the Sacred saw, with conscious eyes, every expres- Scriptures every morning, the whole famsion of his curate, rallied him on his lack ily joining in the singing and prayers. of spirits, and called for a toast. Mirth When the Icelander awakes, he salutes and wit began to flow freely; Lawrence no person until he has saluted God. He drained the sparkling glass again and usually hastens to the door, adores the again. Mary sat by, sorrowful and silent. Author of Nature and Providence, and She was glad when the guests, rose up, then steps back into the dwelling, saying and they were at leave to depart. An to his family, “God grant you a good intense desire pressed upon her as they day!"- What a beautiful illustration is re-entered the carriage ; it was not a sud- this of the Christian obligation on the den thought, but a purpose which had for part of households to recognize and wormany months been cherished in her heart. ship.

THE HENRIAD.

(From the French.)
By Rev. C. F. LeFevre.

Your ancestor's crimes I, reluctant, review.
To you no dishonor the regicide brings,
Their crimes are repaired by your love to your

kings.

CANTO V.

well ;

Argument.

In the church, at all times, have recluses been The besieged are hard pressed. Discord excites known,

James Clement to leave Paris and assassinate United and governed by laws of their own; the king. She calls from the depths of hell From the rest of mankind by their views set the demon Fanaticism, who conducts the parricide. Sacrifice of the Leaguers to the in- apart, fernal spirits. Henry III. is assassinated. To the Lord consecrating the life and the heart ; Sentiments of Henry IV. He is acknowl. Content from the world in seclusion to dwell, edged by tbe army.

To the pleasures of life they have bid a fare In the mean time, advanced those machines from whose womb

Solicitous but that their peace be preserved, Sure death to the rebels was destined to come; They have fled from mankind, whom they else From a hundred brass mouths issued fire and might have served. balls

The State has for some thought it fit to apply, That broke through their ramparts and battered To enlighten the church, and the pulpit supply; their walls.

But often, their talents by flattery fired,
The sins of the world they denounce have ac-

quired. The Sixteen with their rage and the skill of In their quiet ambition, they parties have Mayenne,

gained ; The insolent bearing of mutinous men,

Of their intrigues, some countries have justly The flaming appeals of the lawyers of State, –

complained. All checked not the progress of Henry the Thus, in mortal affairs, by a fatal abuse, Great.

The choicest of blessings assume a bad use. Conquest followed, with rapid advances, his

course ; Threats from Philip and Rome were no longer The church has, in Spain, a sect long mainof force.

tained, The thunders which Rome from the Vatican Who the name of Dominican from their founder hurled

obtained ; Were spent in the air, and alarmed not the Employed, from their birth, in the humblest. world.

things, From the tardy support of the old king of They at length found a place in the palace of Spain,

kings. The besieged, in their strait, no assistance could Undiminished in zeal, though their power was gain ;

less, The troops were all scattered, and ravaging They Aourished in France, where they found France ;

free access, But in succoring Paris they made no advance. Protected by kings, and unsullied in name, The perfidious monarch, if the League should Till Clement, the traitor, had blasted their expire,

fame. Hoped an easier conquest himself to acquire ; From his earliest age, in recluse solitude, And the League, thus deceived by a friendship Clement nourished a piety austere and rude. so feigned,

Weak-minded, devout, and easy to sway, A master instead of an ally had gained ; By the stream of rebellion he was soon borne When a son of the church was by false zeal in- &way. spired,

In the heart of this young man, infernal DisAnd the course of events a new aspect acquired. cord You now who in Paris in safety repose, The venom that flows from her mouth largely And the stream of whose life in tranquillity poured. flows,

With his blasphemous vows, as prostrate he lay Your pardon I crave, if, to history true, At his altar, he wearied the heavens each day.

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It is said, while with sackcloth and ashes ar- | By his voice, in past years, human victims rayed,

were brought; This horrible prayer at the altar he made :- And the shades of the oaks where the Druids

reside " Thou who scourgest the tyrant, and thy Tell the terrible tale of his fierce homicide. church dost protect,

From the capitol's height, on the pagans he How long shall thy chosen ones suffer neglect ?

called Shall a king to foul murder and perjury given

With murderous sword on the Christians to Thy sanction receive and the blessing of hea

fall. ven?

When the cross at last rose o’er the capitol's Thy rod, mighty God, our faith sorely tries ; dome, On thy enemies, deign in thy vengeance to rise! He entered the church from the ashes of Rome ; Stay the current of death that so freely has In the heart of the Christians, he breathed his filowed !

fierce flame, Save us from a king in thy vengeance bestowed! And those who were martyrs persecutors beCome and, beaven-insulted, bow down in thy wrath!

He created in London a turbulent band, 4 Let Destruction, thy angel, march on in thy And laid on the monarch his own bloody hand. path!

In Madrid, in Lisbon, those customs obtain, Descend ! let this army, to sacrilege given,

Where Israelites yearly are butchered and slain, By thy hot thunderbolts all in pieces be riven! Or led, by the priest, with great pomp to the May chiefs, soldiers, and king a common fate

stake,

For refusing their ancient faith to forsake. And fall as the leaf at the sport of the wind ! And the Catholic League, to thy glory and This Fanatic Zeal, with its mission in view, praise,

The robes has assumed of a ministry true; On their bodies yet bleeding, hymns of honor But, renouncing the sacred vestments this time, shall raise."

It assumes & new dress to commit & new

crime. These words Discord hears, as she flies through On boldness and craft for success it relies, the air,

And borrows the features and bearing of And to hell bears the vows of this blasphemous Guise, prayer.

That magnificent Guise who with majesty beamIn an instant, she brings, from the regions of ed, woe,

And the sovereign of monarchs and empires The fiercest of tyrants their gloomy depths know.

seemed. He comes ; and Fanatical Zeal is his name. Even death could not crush out the power he This unnatural child from religion first came ;

swayed, Who destroys with the arms to defend her he And France was for long years a battle-ground wears,

made, And the bosom that cherishes cruelly tears. That helmet, the ensign of conquest he wears ;

In his hand, the sword ready for murder he It was he that, in Raba, on the banks of the

bears ; Arnon,

His side, even now, shows the mark of the The descendants led forth of the hapless Am.

wound, When the hero in Blois his assassins had found,

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