of her intellectual gifts, her exquisite beauty, her inimitable grace, his heart sunk within him, for how could falsehood dwell with so much perfection? "Ask Grace Leydon!" continued Captain Sabretash; "ask Grace Leydon if I have told you a word more than the simple, unvarnished truth." "How may I believe the one when thus compelled to doubt the other?" asked the Colonel. "Doubt Grace Leydon!" exclaimed his companion, "why you might as well doubt the existence of the sun in heaven. She is all truth-all purity. Surely you must have seen enough of her vestal-like life to know that if ever there was a true-hearted woman upon earth, it is she. If Rose Somers had but half the mental graces and moral virtues of her cousin Grace, she would be an angel." Colonel Middleton did ask Grey Leydon; but not till long afterwards. His decision of character forbade him to grieve over an unworthy object, and the moment Rose ceased to be the noble-minded being he had imagined her, he ceased to cherish his affection for her. An interview, characterized on his part by grave earnestness and sad remonstrance, and on hers by flippancy and heartlessness, terminated all intercourse between the beautiful Rose and her high-minded lover. In less than three weeks after the rupture between them, Baron de Stutenhoff had the satisfaction of leading to the altar the "belle of the season;" but long ere the honey-moon was over, he learned to his great chagrin, that the anticipated riches of his bride were to be found somewhere in the vicinity of his own large estates in dream-land. A quarrel was the immediate result of the discovery, and while the noble Baron betook him to the life of a Chevalier d'Industrie," travelling from city to city, the brilliant Rose was compelled to return to her mother's dull country residence in the character of a deserted wife. Colonel Middleton did ask Grace Leydon; after he had learned that she was the true author and owner of the gifted volume which Rose had falsely claimed, after he had awakened from his dream of beauty to a sense of purity and sincerity, after he had learned the value of a truthful spirit and a loving heart, he asked Grace Leydon to share his future lot in life, and she became his wife-his happy and noble-minded wifecarrying into the home of her husband the talents and the virtues which had been the solace and resources of her hours of loneliness. APRIL, 1842. B B 266 BELLS.. "How many a tale their music tells."-Moore. THE distant bells! the distant bells! I hear them faint and low, And Fancy, with her magic spells, The billowy sounds. so deeply fraught Stir many a sad and pleasing thought, The school-day bell! the school-day bell! And of those sunny days so well, Of free and joyous mirth: The hour of bright, unfettered glee; The heart's fresh spring and bloom The merry bells! the merry bells! And Peace, what calls the warrior crowd The vesper bell! the vesper bell! Of the soft twilight time, 'Tis mingling with the wave's light swell Its hushed and gentle chime. The curfew of the dying day The herald of the night Ah! many a soul hath wing'd its way The sabbath bells! the sabbath bells! And thousands breathe the pious prayer, Pure incense! wafted through the air The tolling bell! the tolling bell! How mournful is the heart When strikes that slow and measured knell, But yet though sad that requiem note Its melancholy strain Is the last link when spirits float To their own homes again. 1 THE ABBEY CHAPEL. A FRAGMENT. THE Vesper prayers were said, and the last hymn I'VE a secret to tell thee, but hush! not here- I'll seek, to whisper it in thine ear, Some shore where the Spirit of Silence sleeps ; Nor fay can hear the fountain's gush; Where, if but a note her night-bird sighs, The rose saith, chiding him," Hush, sweet, hush!" There 'mid the deep silence of that hour, The flowers that on the Nile-stream blush, Si ts ever thus-his only song To earth and heav'n still "Hush, all, hush!" APRIL brings with it its usual mélange of spring and winter toilets; the heavy part of the latter is indeed laid aside, furred cloaks have disappeared, muffs are rarely seen, but the boa keeps its place, and the shawl or wadded mantelet has replaced the cloak. Shawls are indeed likely to be very much in vogue during the whole of the spring, and thanks to our Gracious |