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WITH spirit undismayed she kneels in prayer,

With quivering lip she breathes to heaven her yow, Her hands are clasped, and her long, shining hair

Waves in luxuriance round her polished brow;
While day's last lingering ray steals faintly by
Revealing in its flight her calm, deep agony.
With done to soothe her wo in that dark cell,

Slowly has passed each sad and dreary hour;
But o'er her spirit Earth can hold no spell,

The world has lost for her its charmed power;
And all her thoughts, imbued with light divine,
Rise like sweet incense to a holier shrine.
In chains she suffers for her country's wrong,

And ever fearless of her own dark doom,
The burning thoughts that round her thickly throng

Bear not a trace of cowardice or gloom; The matchless pride that lingers on her brow, Tells of the daring might her soul is gathering now.

No mother with her gentle hand is near,

To soothe her wo and soften her distress, And to pour forth for her a fervent prayer

That the Eternal One his child will bless, To cheer her soul with words of holy faith, And stand untiréd, soothe and watch the dying breath. But as the eagle in its fearless flight,

Pursues with tireless wing its viewless way;
And gazes with a fixed, unwavering sight,

Upon the bright and glorious source of day;
So does her noble spirit undismayed
Look upward to that God who ever gives it aid.
'Tis well! for hark, the fearful hour has come,

And deep and loud the death-bell tolleth now,
Those tones so thrilling call her to her home,

Death's shadow falleth fast upon her brow; The crowd, the scaffold, one calm look on high, And the freed spirit soars beyond the dark blue sky.

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| lightness-arms entwining, and rosy lips parted

with smiles that would vanquish St. Anthony, Tea was over ere Horace came down stairs, -gently and lightly round and round they notwithstanding the repeated summons of the float. For a moment or two the delighted housekeeper—and to his credit be it said, his old uncle contents himself with humming the appearance was now much more becoming the air, and beating time with hand and foot, then society of such charming young ladies, than skimming into the circle, he throws his arm the negligent attire in which he paid his first round little Meggie, and away they twirl with devoirs.

the rest-twirling, whirling, rising, sinking, As he drew near the open door of the par-round and round—and faster Gabriella touches lour, a skilful hand swept over the keys of the the keys, and faster fly the merry waltzers. piano, as if to test its tone and finish, and then, Now they take a wider circuit, and nearerabove the music of gay voices arose the en- ever nearer to the spot where Horace stands livening air of a waltz, and by the time Horace entranced, they come circling on, their floating entered the room, the whole bevy of fair girls ringlets mingling with his breath, and bright were tripping it like so many fays to the lively eyes gazing roguishly into his, as round and music,_all, except the charming musician, round they circle past—while round and round Gabriella, who, with her head bent archly over in bewildering maze the brains of Horace are one shoulder, while her fingers swiftly swept the circling too! Are these beautiful forms real keys, nodded gaily to the dancers as they flew he sees before him? Do such fair beings indeed past her in the giddy waltz. Round and round exist; and like the maidens of old who enticed on twinkling feet they airily glide-forms all the angels from their pure abode, are these bewitching forms about to turn him from the would cause us all much chagrin—is it not so, cloud-land in which he had so long loitered ? girls ?”. But the gay measure suddenly ceases,--and “True, Constance I am sure my visit instead panting and laughing, each fair waltzer sank of being a pleasure, will only be a vexation, if down.

Cousin Horace sacrifices his own enjoyment!” " Whe-w-w-you good for nothing little said Kate. rogues, you have made my old head spin like “And so will mine-indeed it will !” cried a top-steady-steady-take care-there I am another. safe !” cried the old gentleman plunging down “And mine,” added a third, “and besides, upon a corner of the sofa. “Ah! are you there, our dear uncle is so kind, and has so many Mr. Diogenes ?-why where's your tub ?” ad- plans for our amusement, that I really don't dressing Horace.

see any necessity for Cousin Horace to waste And as if for the first time aware of his a single moment upon us !” presence, six pair of bewitching eyes turned | “You see how it is—so banish all restraint, full upon our hero.

and let not another minute of your valuable “ I have been a silent spectator of your en- time be thrown away,” said Constance in a joyment, fair cousins," said Horace, bowing to grave and decided manner. the lovely circle.

"And here,” cried Kate, demurely handing “ Indeed; but not a participator, of course,” | him a little silver candlestick, “is a light remarked Gabriella.

-and now do, dear cousin, return to your “ Why of course not,” added Kate; “our books, and give yourself no trouble about us.” folly can only be annoying to our cousin."

In vain Horace tried to speak—in vain he “ You wrong me, Miss Mansfield,” said Ho-essayed to refute the charges they were heaprace; “I assure you that in the present instance ing upon him-his tongue refused all utterance. I believe the spectator enjoyed even more than He looked to his father for assistance—but just the performers."

| at that moment the old gentleman was engaged “ And you 'll dance with me next time, Cou- in a desperate battle with a horned-beetle, sin Horace, won't you ?” cried little Meggie, which with flying handkerchief he was chasing the youngest of the six fair girls, not yet in from corner to corner-and so poor Horace her teens, tripping across the room, and catch-suffered himself to be bowed and courtesied out, ing his hand. “Come, Constance is going to by his kind considerate cousins ! play for us."

Then such a peal of joyous mirth as followed “For shame, Meggie !” exclaimed Constance him up the study stairs ! what could it mean? gravely, lifting her finger in reproval—"how " Ah, doubtless," he thought, “ they are laughcan you thus annoy your cousin!”

ing at some droll sally of my father.” “Pray do excuse the child—she is very Poor Horace ! thoughtless—I beg you will not heed her foolish Sleep was almost a stranger to his eyes that request. Fie, Meggie!" added Gabriella. night-his pillow haunted by the strangest vi

“Never trouble yourselves, girls," exclaimed sions. Was he bewitched? for the room seemed Mr. Mansfield; "not even the charmed fiddle I filled with light airy figures. read about when a boy, were it in the hands of old Orpheus himself, could make our solemn

“They stood beside his head,

Smiling thoughts, with hair dispread! scholar here cut a single caper !"

The moonshine seemed dishevelled.” Horace felt exceedingly annoyed. “Is there not a charm more potent here, my dear father?” Or, if he closed his eyes, he saw them still floathe said, smiling at little Meg.

ing around him, and bright eyes like shooting “Ah yes, you will dance—there, I knew you stars were continually darting across his vision, would. Constance-Kate-Cousin Horace will while like the murmur of forest brooks were dance !” exultingly cried the little gipsy. the gentle voices whispering in his ears. And

Constance arose, and taking the little girl when at length he slept, he dreamed of the glitby the hand drew her away, saying, at the tering harem of the Veiled Prophet-of the same time, in a most grave and earnest manner, bewitching Zelica, and of the still more fasciwhich her laughing eyes more than half belied, nating indwellers upon Calypso's enchanted

“ Cousin Horace, as we are to be the guests isle. of my dear uncle for some weeks, we trust you will not out of any courtesy to us, neglect or forego those pleasures so much more congenial

OHAPTER IV. to you-we know the study, not the drawingroom, is the spot where you most love to be, and A SUNBEAM stole a kiss from the brow of therefore to feel that our presence here compels Horace and awoke him, while at the same you, through politeness merely, to forsake it, I moment a chorus of merry voices came up from

beneath his window, reminding the half-be- one side, the good lady hastily patted down wildered student that it was not all a dream- stairs. the visions of the night.

When Horace entered the breakfast parlour, Yes, there they were, the whole happy troop, they were all assembled around the table, and in the most bewitching morning dresses, enjoy- all busily discussing their plans for the day's ing to their bent this lovely summer morning amusement. in the country. Without a saddle, bonny Kate A seat had been reserved for him between had sprung upon the back of his favourite pony, his father and Meggie, and with a cheerplayfully patting his arched neck and coaxing ful smile, his hair brushed so, after Mrs. Dihim to a fleet gallop over the greensward-and mity's model, Horace advanced to the breakfast now away, away they bound across the lawn, table. His morning salutation was returned shaking down the glittering dew drops from the with the most bland politeness by each smiling old elms, and the long beautiful hair of Kate girl, and the conversation his presence had but floating in luxuriant abandon on the soft breezy slightly interrupted, resumed. air. Constance, the stately, dignified Con- “Uncle, I am of Kate's mind,” said Constance. stance, mounted on the brink of the horse- “A sail on the lake this lovely morning will be trough, is clapping her hands at the gambols of perfectly enchanting. I will take my sketchsome half-dozen little porkers in the pig-sty, book, for I know there must be some charming and tossing green apples into the voracious scenes for the pencil.” mouth of Madame Mere. Gabriella, with her “Do you propose a sail this morning ?” asked neat pink gingham carefully tucked up around Horace. her cunning little ankles, has seated herself “We have thought of it,” replied Constance, upon the milking-stool, taking a lesson from with a slight bend of her queenly head. the tall, laughing Irish girl, while at a little “Now is it a very romantic spot, uncle ?" distance Bessie and Lucy surrounded by a said Kate with an arch face; “is it a sweet noisy chattering brood of fowls, from the state- place for lovers ? Are there any melancholy ly turkey to the tiniest unfledged chicken, are willows sweeping the translucent surface with scattering among them handfuls of the yellow their graceful branches ?”. grain, which they have just brought in their “Plenty of them, you jade, and plenty of aprons from the corn-crib. A merry shout- golden pickerel and fine speckled trout, which and from a little thicket out springs merry is more to my fancy," answered Mr. Mansfield. Meggie, with a long fish-pole trailing after her, “And mine too,” cried Gabriella; “so while and in her hand a bunch of shining trout, while Con' draws from nature for the entertainment with a loud halloo” the old gentleman him- of the imagination, I will draw those same fish self follows close behind her, crying out from the bosom of the lake for the better en

Ah, you mischievous monkey, will you spoil tertainment of our appetites !" my best rod, and run away with my fish to “At what hour do we go ?” asked Bessie; boot !”

“ for my part, I am impatient to be off!” “New times these, Mr. Horace !" said Mrs. “About nine, I think,” replied her uncle. Dimity, close at the elbow of the student, ere “We will row to the opposite shore, ramble he was aware of her presence-for be it owned, about awhile, lunch, and be back in time for his senses were all absorbed by the novel and dinner. Put up some gimcracks, Mrs. Dimity, beautiful scene from his window, where con- for the girls, and something a little more subcealed by a half-closed blind, he had been look stantial for me." ing out upon the cheerful abandon of his fair "Excuse me, father,” interrupted Horace, cousins. “Dear me, it makes me think of my “ if I suggest the afternoon as the best time for young days, Mr. Horace, just to see and hear the sail; the shadows which then rest upon the them pretty creatures! I thought I'd just lake and the woody slope beyond are most look in to see if you were fit to be seen, for beautiful, and will present more attraction for breakfast is almost ready. Now, don't go down my cousin's pencil than the hour you propose." in that old dressing-gown again. Hark-ha, ha, “Why, the girls prefer the morning, you see, ha,-well I do declare, just hear them happy Horace, and it makes not a jot's difference to young things! Oh Mr. Horace, look out there, me," answered Mr. Mansfield. and study them beautiful works of God, and 1 “Nor to me certainly," continued Horace ; let your old books writ by men's hands alone. “any hour you prefer, fair ladies." Bless their hearts—well, well, I must go down, “0, of course, it can make no difference to or that careless Bridget will send in the broiled you !" said Gabriella twirling her spoon. chickens wrong side up. Now do pray put on “Not in the least," chimed in Kate; “ for your coat like a Christian, and brush your you will most probably be wandering amid hair-so, there !—and suiting the action to the Pyramids, or searching out the source of the word, by pushing her own gray locks on the Nile, or gliding down the yellow Tiber, while we float merrily, merrily, merrily float | a mischievous glance at Horace, who stood o'er the waters blue' of this beautiful lake uncle biting his lips with ill-concealed vexation. tells of !”

It was very ungrateful, doubtless, in Horace “But, my dear cousin, I have no idea of such not to feel himself perfectly free and comfortaextensive wanderings as you propose for me,” | ble, when his cousins had taken so much pains replied Horace smiling, “for I intend to devote to make him so; but somehow, he never found the morning to your society.”

himself so ill at ease, and instead of going up “Oh, no-no-no!” chimed in every voice; into his study and sitting down to his books, "indeed you must not think of it!"

as he undoubtedly should have done, he strolled " Have you so soon forgotten our conversation forth into the garden, and from thence into the of last evening ?” asked Constance reproach- little grove beyond. But go where he would, fully.

he could not get rid of his tormenting thoughts; "I assure you it will indeed be a happiness, or, if for a moment they turned into their & relief, a—"

wonted channel, his eyes were sure to rest upon “No—not a word, not a word; now really we some dainty footprint in the moist gravel, and will all take the stage to-morrow morning and whew, they were off again in a tangent! leave the Hall and our dear uncle, if you still Poor fellow! it was no place for him where insist upon regarding us in the light of stran- such witching spells were cast on every side; gers !” exclaimed Kate with the greatest ear- and so he once more sought his study, where nestness.

surely no such fantastic visions could gain an “You mistake me entirely, I assure you—” entrance. Ah, it was quite a relief to him to "No-no-no, we will not hear of it!" repose himself once more within its quiet limits;

Again Horace looked to his father for help and turning over the pages of Euclid, he enin this perplexing dilemma, but the nose and deavoured to fix his attention once more upon chin of the old gentleman were buried in his his favourite pursuit. And to prove the praccoffee cup, his head thrown back, and his eyes ticability of a course which may seem so immost pertinaciously fixed upon the ceiling. | practicable, his progress shall be faithfully re

Up sprang the lively girls. “Come, away | ported. for our bonnets, come!” cried Gabriella.

“How perfectly absurd it is for those girls “Dear cousin Horace,” whispered little Meg- to act as they do !” he exclaimed, rapidly gie coming close to him, “ do go with us, now whirling over the leaves. “Ah here it is—let me won't you? Do !”.

see,- let AGKQ be two similar—there is some"Meggie, Meggie!” said Kate putting her thing uncommonly interesting about Gabriellahead in at the door, “come this moment, and parallelopipeds, of which AB and—what superb don't be teasing in this manner; really you eyes Kate has—and, and—let me see-KL are should have been left at home!”

two homologous sides—the wife of Cæsar could “Clever girls, Horace, and make themselves not have been more haughty than the proud at home just as I want to have them,” exclaimed Constance—the ratio of-of-and what a queenMr. Mansfield. “Now some silly conceited things ly step-ratio of—where was I ?--AG, no-Awould have taken airs upon themselves, and no-confound Euclid-away with it !" not been contented with an old fellow like me to beau them about, when such a nice young man as you were to be had; no-no—these

CHAPTER V. girls understand themselves ; don't you enjoy it, eh?”

“ How far did you say it was to the Glen ?” “Perhaps, father, it will be more polite in me asked Gabriella, as they rose from the dinner to make one of your party this morning !” table.

"Pooh, nonsense! don't trouble yourself; you “Only three miles,” replied her uncle. “I know what Constance told you.”

will order out the old carriage, and we'll be " True, but that was fastidiousness. I am there just time enough for a pleasant stroll sure you would prefer my going.”

among the rocks and the babbling brooks, as “Not at all. I am convinced at last that Kate would say, and drive home round by the society is really irksome to you, and now, borders of the lake by moonlight—there will be my dear boy, I am going to let you do as you | romance for you !". please. I have plagued your life out for half a “It will be charming !" cried Kate; “ dear, dozen years, urging you to marriage and all what a nice uncle you are !” and clapping her that sort of thing, but henceforth, you are free two little hands upon his cheeks she gave the to enjoy your silent friends up stairs to your old gentleman a hearty kiss. heart's content."

“ Did you find a subject worthy of your “Come, uncle, we are ready. Good-bye to you, pencil this morning ?” asked Horace, bowing cousin, and a pleasant time!” said Kate, with I to Constance.

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