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wreaths around their hats; and maidens dressed in white, with beautiful flowers for the bride. There, too, were old men leaning upon their staves, and matronly ladies in scarlet petticoats and black bodices, with high-crowned caps, white as the drifted snow. And, beside all these, were troops of frolicsome children, that only seemed to want the wings to carry them up into the summer air among the birds and butterflies.

Thus they had gathered in the chapel, and were waiting anxiously, when the sound of a carriage was heard. All were tip-toe with expectation, when the doors were thrown wide open, and Antonio, — looking more like a lord than many a man that wears a coronet, with the beautiful Lady Geraldine leaning upon his arm, came straight forward to the altar. There were winks and nods, and expressions of wonder, that could by no means be suppressed.

Mother Myrtleby stood up on the very tips of her wooden shoes, and waved her great palm-leaf fan wildly. She waited till the ceremony was finished, till she was sure that it was ended, and then she fainted!

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REQUIEM.

BY MRS. L. H. SIGOURNEY.

"Until the day break, and the shadows flee away."

SOLOMON.

WE'VE laid thee down, my darling, on thy pillow dark and cold,

And winter in his snowy sheets thy cherished form doth fold;

But spring shall haste with balmy tear the mournful spot to tread,

And bid her budding violets weave their broidery round thy bed;

And summer shall remember thee, with all her wealth of bloom,

And autumn hang his berries sere around thy vineclad tomb;

So here, while peaceful nature's gift enrich thy

burial clay,

Rest "till the day shall break, and the shadows flee

away."

"Tis lonely here, my darling, though many dwell

around,

In costly cell of marble, or cloister 'neath the

ground;

Yet none unseal the stony eye, or heave the rigid

breast,

Or stretch the hand to welcome the coming of a

guest;

But the archangel's trumpet call shall rouse the slumbering throng,

And from their beds the saints arise, and swell salvation's song;

And so, there, in the glorious hope of that rejoicing day,

Rest "till the morning break, and the shadows flee

away."

A NARRATIVE WITH A MORAL.

BY H. GREELEY.

THE incidents in the following narration are recorded simply and exactly as the facts occurred, save the necessary variations of names and places, to conceal from the public the actors in the drama, all of whom are yet alive, save the one in whom the interest more immediately and painfully centres.

Some ten years ago, Teague Malone, a friendless Irish immigrant, hanging about a petty village of Pennsylvania, wherein he had found work for a few days as an excavator, in open day beat in the skull of a grocer of that village, under circumstances which naturally excited the most intense and general abhorrence. The grocer had never harmed nor threatened him, and was not known to have given him any provocation whatever, unless a possible refusal to credit one who was most unlikely ever to pay could be deemed a provocation. The

murderer was immediately arrested; the victim hardly survived the outrage an hour; the culprit was speedily arraigned, tried, convicted, and sentenced to execution; no serious defence having been attempted, and no interest manifested in his behalf. There being no fear of acquittal, and no money expended or proffered in his behalf, the trial hardly lasted an hour; and the judge sentenced him to execution at an early day, without objection from any quarter, and amidst the hearty congratulations of the hundreds in attendance on the court, that in their county justice was not yet bereft of its sword or its frown, but that murder could there receive its merited punishment, and not be screened by the qualms of a morbid and vicious sentimentality, which had sympathy in excess for the worthless murderer, but none for his innocent victim.

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The court was adjourned; the judge departed on his circuit; the convict was left in prison, awaiting the day appointed for his strangulation. friendly voice was raised in his behalf, either to question the justice of his sentence or implore executive clemency to stay its execution; and the hour of doom was rapidly approaching, when some

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