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hum of busy intercourse was suspended, and something | abode, and reluctantly do my feet turn from its threshold. more like devotion than anything I had seen on former May you live to what you seem, even now, to have Sabbaths among the mountains, appeared to charac- hardly begun to anticipate, a green old age: and may terise the place. I believe that there is a deep-rooted your children possess themselves in the patrimony that natural sense of the existence and superintending shall descend to them, at some future day, in the same providence of God implanted in every bosom, -and I do unpretending and praiseworthy manner, that has charnot believe that its impulses are ever entirely wanting, acterised the career of their father. Good bye, Davie, how much soever they may be disregarded by the and Duncan, and Bob, ministers to the creature-comforts thoughtless and the indifferent. This consciousness is of the denizens of White Sulphur! May your gains the secret of human accountability,-and its results, its for the season prove adequate to your respective merits, effects upon the conduct (the outward conduct, at least,) for what were such an establishment without such aid of mankind, may always be relied upon as tending to as yours ? Adieu, one and all, and “may your shathe establishment and preservation of the observances dows never be less !" of religion.

My travelling companions are a member of Congress

from Maryland, a gentleman from Alabama, with New comers to the last. The northerners are begin. whom I have formed quite an agreeable acquaintance, ning to pack up: some to make hasty visits to Salt, and a half dozen Virginians. We shall reach the Red, Sweet, and Gray,—and others to reach home by Thermal waters tomorrow, and my friend and myself the nearest routes. I have heard of some few indefati- will pass some days there, to finish off our experiments gable pleasure hunters, who think seriously of looking upon the healthful qualities of the Virginia Springs. in on the water drinkers at Saratoga and Ballston, and the lingerers by Niagara. I caught a murmur of “commencement” a day or two since,-and some legal gentry are bethinking themselves of special pleas for September and October terms. Young ladies are begin. THE VICISSITUDES OF LIFE, ning to look sad, and young men mad, and their papas and mammas glad, at the near approach of the returning

As portrayed in a Sketch. day. The invalid is sighing that he came so late, or

BY A LADY. rejoicing that he came so opportunely,—and the votary

"What is the tale that I would tell ? Not one. of fortune, fun and fashion, respectively, is lamenting

Of strange adventure, but a common tale that his glories and excitements are so soon to be over.

of woman's wretchedness ; one to be read Yet Virginia is still pouring in her myriads of fair Daily, in many a young and blighted heart.” ones and rare ones,-and the ball seems to a new comer

L. E. L. to be as merrily kept up as ever. But the tide is just

"Le monde est rompli de beaucoup de traverses.” turning, and a few short weeks will witness its last ebbing wave.

Ida V was the breathing portraiture of all that August 12.

poet has sung, or painter embodied. At the time I first For myself, I have for the last ten days been in the knew her, scarce fifteen summers had shed their rapredicament of the poor wight commemorated in that diance over her opening loveliness; she was, as it were, old verse, quoted by Walter Scott, and for aught I know on the vestibule of womanhood, “ beautiful as a sculpthe production of his own muse, who

tor's dream,” with a joyousness rarely varying, burst“ Now fitted the halter,

ing like a fountain from its recesses, gleaming like a Now traversed the cart,

sunbeam over every object that came within its infiuAnd often look leave,

ence, and touching all things with its own golden and Though loth to depart."

gorgeous hues. I have gazed on her with that intenBut every thing must have an end, and a fortnight at sity of admiration, which “outstrips our faint expresWhite Sulphur, as well as every thing else. So good- sion,” and never have I turned from the contemplation of bye, pleasant walks and shades, delightful drives, happy her brightness of beauty without an involuntary sigh, crowd of friends, blue hills, green forests, and deep val. a sickness of soul, lest a temple so glorious might be lies. Farewell Hygeia! May you for years continue to scathed by the rude blasts of adversity, crushed beneath administer health and happiness to the myriads that the avalanche of “life's dark gift.” I have sometimes cluster annually around your delicious fountain. Adieu, hoped, that unlike all that is most fair and bright, she most gallant master of the festivities at White Sulphur! would know no sorrow; that time, with its accompaWell have you earned the wreath of fame that this sea- nying mutations, would bring unchanging bliss and son will add to those already won, and which even yet gladness to her, that "like the long sunny lapse of a verdantly grace your smiling brow. It has been yours summer day's light,” existence would never be shato take the loveliest and the fairest of the daughters of dowed to her ; but close as gloriously and auspiciously Columbia by the hand, and to bid them welcome to the as it had dawned. enjoyments of this happy valley. May you return to Idolized by all who knew her, followed by the lingeryour home in contentment, and continue as heretofore ing gaze of admiration, caressed by her friends, it would to renew your youth for future harvests in the field of have been strange had Ida V dreamed life's book gallantry. Good Colonel, fare you well! And mine held, amid its pure leaves, one gift of darkness; the host of the fountain, patriarch of the Sulphur valley, phantoms of sorrow had never invaded the beautiful adieu! Pleasantly have I sojourned in your delightful scenes the world held out to her. Her feelings, though

Moliere.

deeply tinctured with gladness, were, however, not the echo of fortune's waywardness murmured within without that usual accompaniment of a gifted mind- the lottering walls of its decaying palaces. Six months keen sensibility. She was morbidly alive to neglect had fled, and I hailed a letter from Ida, which told me from those she loved, and I have seen the tear bright- herself and her father were domesticated in the intereste ening the lustre of her soft dark eye, laving the blooming family of an Englishman, who was residing in an and gloss of her young pure cheek, as her heart whis-elegant and picturesque villa near Naples. She dwelt pered the suspicion of alienation on the part of those lo with rapture on their new friends, and from the spirit whose affection she clung ; but it was only momentary. of her letter I learned the lady of the mansion, Mrs. The cloud passed off to make succeeding sunshine more Clifford, was a genuine and practical christian, whose sparkling, and she was again wreathed in smiles--the piety threw its halo round their circle, gleaned from personification of "youth and hope and joy."

every passing incident subject for gratitude to an Mr. V-, who had emigrated to America shortly Almighty Being, and the brightness of whose faith subsequent to Ida's birth, was an European, and it was shone with unflickering lustre amid the mists of Romish beneath the starry skies of Italy, encompassed by all superstition which environed her. To one whose susthat is most beautiful and seductive in nature, that Ida ceptibility was extreme, who inhaled, as it were, the V— first awoke to wayward life. Her mother had sentiments and principles of those whom she loved, and closed her eyes in death almost immediately after with whom she associated, this blessed example was giving birth to her only child, and the feeble wail of not without its influences. Thoughtfulness perceptibly her infant voice stilled the bursting anguish of her imbued the tone of Ida's communications, and usurped father's grief, as it reminded him that although the gradually the place of that light-heartedness and spor. ruthless spoiler had invaded his hearth, it had not live gaiety, which had so characterised them. I was borne thence all his "household gods." Time, whose not therefore surprised to hear, before a year had passed, obliviating tide effaces the memory of the keenest that she had renounced the “gilded hollowness” of the grief, was not without its balm to the lacerated feelings world's pleasures, for the hope of imperishable and of Mr. V-; and before the smiles and caresses of his eternal joys. infant daughter, whose features wore the impress of its The term of their residence in Italy, though considemother's loveliness, the first agony of sorrow melted. rably prolonged after this event, was now drawing to a He blessed heaven that he was not desolate, and the close. Mr. V— found himself so renovated in health, "lightly-fibred sprays” of his affection clung to the he bethought him of returning to America, which, though unconscious babe, with a tenacity the greater that he but the land of his adoption, was loved by him far better had nought else to love. As I have before said, he than the sunny cline which had smiled alike on his hapfixed his residence in America, in a retired and beauti- piness and misfortunes. It was early in April that I re. ful spot, which he took pleasure in ornamenting with ceived from Ida intelligence of their intended embarkaclassic elegance. Beneath the watchful care of her tion for the United States, naming the probable time of doating father, Ida sprang to womanhood, adorned with their arrival, and conjuring me to meet them at their own all the graces of her sex, gifted with a rare beauty, and home. It is not to be supposed I was deaf to these soliher mind enriched with all those charms of literature, citations, and at the appointed time I found myself near which, like the “glittering glory' of the fabled talis. Mr. V-'s residence. May-gladsome, laughing man, dazzled, but not to deceive. Though deprived May—“the bride of the summer, and child of the of the gentle and elevating influences of a mother's love, spring," with her fairy gifts of sunshine and flowers, a mother's care, she was as femininely soft and refined, had shaken her sparkling wreath over the smiling landas shrinkingly timid, as though she had been nurtured scape, and every object had waked into life beneath the beneath its beams. Her whole soul seemed concen- touch of her golden wand. I had scarce lime lo cast a trated in her father, and there was a beautiful and glance towards these bursting beauties, for the carriage touching blending of confiding devotion, playsul tender- was bearing me rapidly to the house. On the portico I ness and worshipping deference, in her deportment beheld Ida waiting to embrace me; a moment more and towards him, none predominating, but mingling in har. I was encircled in her arms-from her I turned to greet monious concord. Amid the shades and retirement of her father, who, with paternal fondness, drew me to his her own home, commenced the intimacy of that friend bosom, and imprinted a kiss upon my brow. ship between us, which after years so strongly ce Oh, ye hours of happiness! ye days of youthful joy! mented; but the imperative demands of duty soon ye are sunk into the ashes of the past! ye are shrouded called me from the enjoyment of personal communion, beneath its dark pall-hidden within its hollow chan. and with a tearful eye and sad heart, I tore myself from nels, but your fragrance has not departed with your the parting embrace of Ida.

freshnessTime passed on, bearing many changes. The health of Mr. V became precarious, and he was induced

“Summer's breath, or spring,

A flower—a leaf,” to remove for a time to Italy. During their sojourn there, which was prolonged to nearly two years, I oft conspire to unseal the fount of memory, whose heard often from Ida; she seemed, with the enthusiasm waters come gushing forth like rich music bursting into inseparable from her temperament, to have burst upon a requiem for that fale which consigns the brightest to a new existence in this land of poetry and romance, earliest decay. where every object glows with beauty beneath a sky After the first salutations were over, I followed my always bathed in light, where the whisper of past gran. friend to the saloon, where my attention was immedeur is borne on its balmy breezes; the tale of departed diately arrested by a pale, romantic looking girl, who glory written on its crumbling monuments of empire ; I was seated in a recess of the apartment, seemingly ab

sorbed in the pages of a book which rested on a table sion clothing her lightest words, which added unspeaka. before her. Her profile was turned towards me as I bly to her attractions. In short, she was no longer the entered, and struck me painfully with its attenuated laughing, rosy girl, sporting so heedlessly in life's path, and spirit-like appearance. Her features were beauti- but the regally, intellectually, beautiful woman, who fully and classically chiselled, and though “ the rose of felt a more exalted destiny awaited her than butterflyyouth” had apparently been prematurely blighted in like to be lured by the gorgeous hues of every flower the dark, luxuriant tresses of her hair, which hung like which blossomed around her. a cloud around her, in the delicately pencilled and curved Before I had been an inmate of Mr. V-'s housebrows, the pure forehead and perfectly formed mouth, hold many days, "a heart's hushed secret” was whisthere lingered, if not the bloom of beauty, its breathing pered in my ear, and I learned Ida was betrolhed. soul.

The recital was too eloquently told to be forgotten, and As Mr. V-called “Nina," she raised her lus- I remember with vividness the tumult of feelings which trous eyes, with an expression of such sadness and crowded my bosom, as I first hearkened to that tale melancholy, that I was forcibly reminded of the poetical from the friend I had loved so long and so truly. There words of a certain authoress, and mentally applied was the voice of joy for her coming happiness—the them to the fair stranger before me. “If in her depres-whisper of hope, that her sky might ever be as bright sion she resembles night, it is night wearing her stars.” as now, mingling with other thick-coming fancies, which Slowly and gracefully she approached us. Mr. V-I thrust from me, not choosing to mar the sunlight of the presented her to me, and as she returned my greeting, I future, by lowering forebodings. almost slarted; her soft low voice floated so like melody " It was after we had been in Italy about eight from her lips. She was dressed in deep black, which, months, and in the family of Mr. Clifford,” said Ida added to the almost unearthly purity of her complexion — "that I first saw Gerald Beaumont. The inand her mourning habiliments, (with a richly gemmed creasing danger of my father's malady, which had crucifix which hung on her breast,) told its own tale. induced us to remove from Naples, where we had After we were seated, Nina returned to her table and established ourselves upon our arrival at Italy, and book, and on Ida crossing the room to speak to her, Mr. accept the polite and kind offer of our English friends, V— briefly told me she was of Italian parentage, was not mitigated for several months, and my time almost noble lineage, and had received her education was unremittingly engrossed for many long weeks in within the walls of a convent, from which she had been attendance on him. The duties of the sick chamber emancipated, an enthusiast in the Catholic religion. were lightened by my inestimable friend, Mrs. ClifHigh-born, surrounded by the glittering fascinations of ford, and it was in those vigils, those hours of watching, rank and wealth, himself and daughter had formed her beside my dear father's pillow, that I first learned to acquaintance. Her suavity of manner and superior appreciate and admire the principles of piety, unmurintelligence, had contributed towards the continuance of muring resignation, and trusting faith, which she took that acquaintance ; soon it sprang into friendship, and pains to infuse into my soul. I have adverted to this the successive calamities which had deprived her of change in my letters to you. Mrs. Clifford's whole friends, fortune, and even a home, in the little space of a deportment was the most beautiful exemplification of few weeks, had increased the interest he had conceived all that is hallowed in our blessed religion of which it for her. The peculiar desolation of her situation, en is possible to conceive, and I cannot pass over this couraged him to offer her his guardianship and a home period when I first awoke to a sense of my depravity, in his house; an offer which she had readily and thank and subsequently grasped the fulfilment of the most fully accepted. This information added to the feeling precious promise, without adding this merited tribute to of sympathy with which I already began to regard the my spiritual guide. fair Catholic-and every hour tended to augment the "The violence of my father's symptoms yielded before interest I entertained for her.

the remedies which were employed, and though he was From the contemplation of Nina's subdued loveli- still unable to quit his chamber, I could sometimes ness, I turned lowards my friend, to see if time's wing resign my duties near him for the enjoyment of a had brushed aside one flower of that beauty which used refreshing ramble over the beautiful grounds of Clifford to come over the beholder like "a burst of sunlight." villa. One day I had returned from such an excursion, She was now at my side, pouring forth her enthusiasm and before ascending to my father, I had thrown myself of admiration for the land she had so recently quitted. listlessly and languidly in the embrace of a luxurious She was still beautiful, I saw at a glance, and as I gazed fauteuil which stood in the library. I had scarce into her face as she continued to speak, and watched recovered from the fatigue of my walk, and was prethe " thousand blushing apparitions" which swept so paring to seek my father's room, when an advancing changingly over her cheek, varying with every feeling footstep startled me, and before I had time to arise she expressed, I lamented not the partial decay of that from my seat, the door of the apartment was thrown unfading bloom which had given to her early girlhood open. A tall and elegant looking young man, in a traits flashing brilliancy. Her smile was sweet, but not so velling dress, entered. He was evidently as much frequent as formerly, and on the polished fairness of surprised at beholding me so unceremoniously estabher lovely brow, thought had made itself a beautiful lished, as I had been at the interruption. I instantly resting place. The rays of gladness which had so arose, hastily returning the courtly salutation of the unceasingly danced in her beaming eyes, were shadowed young stranger, and retreated through a door opposite by the depth of tenderness which reposed there so the one near which he still continued standing. It was sweetly. There was, too, an irresistible softness and not till the dinner hour approached, and I repaired to fascination of manner about her—a poetry of expres.I the drawing room, that I learned the new comer was

From the heart's urn."

Gerald Beaumont, the nephew of Mr. Clifford, who was communion increased the feelings of interest with which making his continental tour, and had arrived at the seat I regarded her, for I could not bear to think that her of his uncle, intending to spend some time with his youth and bloom and gladness of heart should be imrelatives.

molated to superstition, and after I had become a parti“I will not dwell,” continued Ida,“ on the progress cipator in that peace which passeth understanding,' I of my acquaintance with Gerald Beaumont, but hasten conceived the hope of her conversion. Since that period to speak of that event which has conspired to affect my my efforts to exhibit to her the purity and beauty of future destiny. My father was enabled soon after our holy religion, in hues which might disclose the Gerald's arrival, to join the social circle of our kind glaring inconsistency of her professed faith, have been friends, and I was exposed to all the fascinating influ. unceasing. I had the influences of early education to ences of the young Englishman's society. In this man- combat, than which, you know, none cling with a more ner weeks fled, and before I was aware, the hope that I tenacious grasp. I now hope she is only a nominal was beloved seemed inextricably interwoven with my Catholic, though she has not openly abjured her faith." happiness. The soul of tenderness which was con. Ida now ceased speaking, and the subject of Nina's veyed in the lone in which Gerald addressed me, the history was never after revived by me, for there was a deep affection which spoke in his very look, were sacredness in the sorrows of the beautiful Italian, on enough to brighten the dimness of that hope. Yet no which I forbore to intrude farther. magical words, “small, still, but sweet,' had bid me The moments passed with "a dove's wing," the sin. revel in the depth of bliss I had dared to image--no gularly interesting Catholic girl entwining herself murmured vow had shown me my dream was reality. around me slowly, but surely. She joined us occaMy father had long been anxious to visit Rome; thither sionally in our strolls, sang to us sometimes in her own he now purposed going, and the day before the one sweet, low, thrilling tones, the lays of her “far-off appointed for our departure from our hospitable friends, land,” in its melting, rich and glowing language, accomwooed by the balmy breath of summer's eve, I had panying herself on her harp, the only relic of her strayed to the tiny lake which spread its silvery ex- departed grandeur which she retained—but she was panse amid the embowering shades of Clifford villa. more frequently secluded in the solitude of her own Gerald followed me, and before we sought our friends, apartment, holding converse with her sad thoughts, I had been told I was beloved with a passion unswerv- bathing the memory of the past with such tears, ing and undying. Amid the hush of nature's repose;

"As rain the hoarded agonies of years amid the glories of parting day,' we plighted our troth. My father confirmed it with his blessing. Our union was deferred till my return to America, and accompa. She seemed not insensible to my proffered affection, nied by Gerald, we spent the remainder of our stay in and before many weeks the chill of reserve had faded Italy, partly at Rome, partly at Naples. A few weeks from our intercourse, and we were friends. I passed previous to our departure for the United States, Gerald many quiet and happy hours with her: when sometimes sailed for England in order to make some arrangements she would revert with tearful sadness to her past sor. preparatory to changing his place of residence ; for he rows, in the tone of resignation, humility and faith, has yielded to my wishes to fix his home here. He is which pervaded these conversations, I recognized not an orphan, and has no ties which this decision would the sentiments I had been taught to expect from the

Soon after, we bade adieu to our cherished Catholic, but those of the genuine and humble Chrisfriends, to the bright land which had fostered my dawn- tian, receiving chastenings with that unmurmuring ing happiness, and in a few more days we were bound gentleness and meekness which spring from unmixed ing 'o'er the glad waters of the dark blue sea.' My love of an Almighty Being. last letters from Gerald hold out to me the hope of his Nor did the arrival of Gerald Beaumont, which hapspeedy arrival in America."

pened about this time, interrupt our tête-à-léles. 'Tis “But Ida,” said I, after a moment's pause, “what true, Ida was less frequently with us, but then we could can you tell me of Nina ? My imagination has not been not regret it, she seemed so happy with Gerald ; indeed idle in picturing the history of one whose very glance is I could not wonder at the idolatry of that affection he fraught with magical interest.”

had waked in the bosom of my young friend; there was "Poor Nina!" sighed Ida,“ her history is one, as far something so indescribably fascinating about him. It as I know, of fearful grief, and its pages bear sad testi- was not the symmetry of feature which rendered him mony to the oft reiterated truth of earth's mutability. so strikingly, so intensely handsome, though his were When we first knew her, she was encompassed by by no means defective; it was rather the glowing, luxury and pomp, glowing in all the fascinations of speaking expression of the large, dark, lustrous eyes, beauty, and the incense of flattery and adulation was the stamp of towering intellect, of “ inborn nobleness," wafted to her shrine by all who knew her. With the which reposed so proudly on the broad, pale brow; sunshine of fortune this homage has departed. The and then the deep, touching melancholy, which at times sorrows of her heart are written on her brow in inef- shaded his countenance, seized so on one's interest, and faceable characters; the flowers of life have withered the rich tones of his voice were at times so thrillingly ere its morning has past, and the bitterness of her des sad, one could not help imagining life's morn had not tiny is brooded on by her with an intensity of feeling been cloudless. Be that as it may, 'twas evident he which is blighting her soul's energies. We became loved Ida with enthusiastic passion, and not willing to acquainted with her some months after our arrival in act Mademoiselle De Trop, I left the lovers to seek Italy; our intercourse soon ripened into friendship, and their own enjoyments, and continued to devote myself the circumstance of her being attached to the Romish I to Nina, whose gradually decaying health awakened

sever.

not our apprehensions; the unnatural brilliancy of her the purple heaven of her own Italy," looked down upon eye, and beauty of her rare smile, veiling the progress us, and seemed to smile in mockery of the tale of grief of the destroyer. Meanwhile the preparations for Ida's to which I hearkened, and of whose bitterness I had not marriage continued, and the bridal morn at length dreamed. arrived, being ushered in amid the cloudless brightness “My family name,” said Nina, “is Genovesi, and of heaven, and the flowering verdure of earth. my earliest recollections are blended with my mother

In the radiant glances of Ida, hope spoke, nor were my beautiful mother! My father died while I was yet the jewels sparkling amid the waves of her shining hair a feeble, wailing infant, leaving my mother the possesmore gloriously bright than the smile which seemed sor of a princely estate. Surrounded by all the blanbanqueting on the roses of her young cheek. As I dishments of wealth, youth and beauty, it is not to be gazed on her in irrepressible admiration; as I watched supposed she was without many lovers, who, though the beams of fond affection which fell from the dark, they might not have been indifferent to the first menflashing eye of the lordly-looking bridegroom on the lioned attraction, were nevertheless as likely to have beautiful being at his side, and hearkened to the tones been captivated by her sunny loveliness; for I never of Ida's voice, as tremulous with agitated joy, she pro- remember to have looked on a face on which the soul of nounced the "fitting vows,” I prayed that the golden beauty was more indelibly stamped. Yet she nobly hours which were opening before them might never rejected all these offers, and devoted herself to the care fade before the touch of decay, that no dark worm of me-her only child. She was a zealous Catholic, might prey on the bud of happiness which was unfold- and in the tenets of our national faith I was bred. She ing its leaves in their smiling path.

piqued herself on the long line of almost noble ancestry But my eyes unconsciously sought Nina. She stood which we could boast, and failed not to inspire me near the fair bride, and I could not conceive that even with that pride in which she gloried. I was taught to in the flush of health she could have appeared more believe myself all-powerful in the majesty of my titled touchingly lovely. The lustre of her expressive eye kindred, in the accumulated wealth which I was to was not dimmed, and as I looked on her I could not inherit, and in numberless other advantages of which believe the shadow of the tomb was then resting on I was not slow to imagine myself possessed. In short, aught so beautiful. She met my gaze-she read my I grew up a haughty, self-willed, obstinate, overbearing thoughts, and a bright sweet smile wreathed her lip child, and if my mother was aware of my faults, she momentarily; it spoke of the hope of bliss beyond the was too blindly devoted to me to correct them. I grave.

loved my mother with intensity, and I could not believe In the evening, when I repaired to her apartment, she another than herself had ever been gifted with such bore the traces of weeping, and as she extended her superlative beauty. I used to stand for hours gazing hand towards me, the large tears fell glittering on her on her portrait which hung in her dressing-room, and sable dress.

which represented her in the mid-day blaze of her love. “You will not be surprised,” said she, “ that the liness, 'till in the enthusiasm of my admiration, I would scene of happiness I have so recently beheld, has re-exclaim to myself, “Shall I ever be such a woman as called to me my own blighted fortunes; and though I my mother?" To hear myself, therefore, often called do not doubt the justice of that decree, which has thus strikingly like her, to be said to resemble her, as she was darkened my horizon, I sometimes so far yield to my in her girlhood, was a flattering observation ; the perinfirmity as to wish it had been otherwise. Your nicious effects of which were soon visible in the air of unwearying kindness and affection, my dear self-complacency and vanity, which assumed the place bearing so meekly my petulence and ill-humors, have of that innocence and purity and freshness of feeling so endeared you to me beyond the power of words to inseparable from childhood. express."

“At the age of ten years I had the inexpressible mis“Dear Nina,” interrupted I, pressing my lips to her fortune to lose my mother; she was ill but for a short pale, silken cheek, “who could accuse you of ill-humors? period; and when I was taken to see her for the last One, so gentle, so uncomplaining."

time, I could not look towards her without trembling; She smiled gratefully, and continued

for I had never beheld death before. She called me to "If the relation of those calamities which have thus her bedside, and with a sad smile, placed in my hand a depressed me, and thrown their shadows athwart my rich crucifix, saying to mepath, will not tire you, you shall hear it; and when the ''Keep this, my child—remember your mother-be star of prosperity shines gloriously on you, when the faithful to your religion—that holy religion, in which I bright wings of the world's favor are folded around you, die—the blessed Catholic faith.' remember the voice my history breathes. "Lean not “I bowed my youthful head upon the jewelled gift as on earth ;' trust it not; be not lured by its fair, but I responded to my mother's dying charge. I was then false promises; for its golden dreams must vanish, and suffered to kiss her pale cheek, and while she laid her what are the sensations of that bosom, when all it has hand on my head and blessed me long and fervently, loved, all it has rejoiced in, is melting in its grasp, and the first tears I ever remember to have shed stole from a hereafter is disclosed, shrouded in gloom, deep and my eyes. impenetrable ?"

“After this heavy bereavement, which I felt long and As Nina concluded, the glow of enthusiasm bathed sensibly, I was sent to a convent for the completion of with its rich hues her pale cheek,—she looked not like my education. I spent many years in this nursery of the bride of death,—but it passed; for it was but the my faith, and as I hearkened to the beautiful ritual, rush of thought which had stirred the waters of memory. when it rose with rich melody, filling the fretted dome

A gorgeous sky, which Nina said was “not unlikel of the chapel where I was a regular attendant-as I

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