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to find any powers in me to get up to it. he'd like to have his wife look pretty well, But all's for the best, at any rate,-- and and he'll get up some blessed text or that's a comfort."

other about it, just as he did that night Just at this moment Mary's clear voice about being brought unto the king in at the door announced that tea was on raiment of needle-work. That is an enthe table.

couraging thought to us sewing-women. " Coming, this very minute," said Miss " But this thing was spoken of after Prissy, bustling up and pulling off her the meeting. Miss Twitchel and Miss spectacles. Then, running across the Jones were talking about it; and they all room, she shut the door mysteriously, and say that there would be the best settingturned to Mrs. Scudder with the air of an out got for her that was ever seen in impending secret. Miss Prissy was sub- Newport, if it should happen. Why, ject to sudden impulses of confidence, in there's reason in it. She ought to have which she was so very cautious that not at least two real good India silks that will the thickest oak-plank door seemed se- stand alone,- and you'll see she'll have cure enough, and her voice dropped to 'em, too; you let me alone for that; and its lowest key. The most important and I was thinking, as I lay awake last night, critical words were entirely omitted, or of a new way of making up, that you will supplied by a knowing wink and a slight say is just the sweetest that ever you did stamp of the foot.

see. And Miss Jones was saying that she In this mood she now approached Mrs. hoped there wouldn't anything happen Scudder, and, holding up her hand on without her knowing it, because her husthe door-side to prevent consequences, if, band's sister in Philadelphia has sent her after all, she should be betrayed into a a new receipt for cake, and she has tried loud word, she said, “I thought I'd just it and it came out beautifully, and she say, Miss Scudder, that, in case Mary says she'll send some in.” should the Doctor,- in case, you

All the time that this stream was flowing, know, there should be a - in the house, Mrs. Scudder stood with the properly reyou must just contrive it so as to give me served air of a discreet matron, who leaves a month's notice, so that I could give you all such matters to Providence, and is not a whole fortnight to fix her up as such a supposed unduly to anticipate the future; good man's

- ought to be. Now I know and, in reply, she warmly pressed Miss how spiritually-minded our blessed Doc- Prissy's hand, and remarked, that no one tor is; but, bless you, Ma'am, he's got could tell what a day might bring forth, eyes. I tell you, Miss Scudder, these - and other general observations on the men, the best of 'em, feel what's what, uncertainty of mortal prospects, which though they don't know much. I saw the form a becoming shield when people do Doctor look at Mary that night I dressed not wish to say more exactly what they her for the wedding-party. I tell you are thinking of.

[To be continued.)


The Mourner lies in the solemn room

Where his Dead hath lately lain;
And in the drear, oppressive gloom,
Death-pallid with the dying moon,

There pass before his brain,

In blended visions manifold,
The present and the days of old.

Fair falls the snow on her grave to-day,

Shrouding her sleep sublime; But he sees in the sunny far-away None among maidens so fair and gay

As she in her sweet spring-time : Where the song and the sport and the revel be, None among maidens so fair as she.

He marks where the perfect crescent dips

Above the heaven of her eyes,
Her beamy hair in soft eclipse,
The red enchantment of her lips,

And all the grace that lies
Dreaming in her neck's pure curve,
With its regal lift and its swanlike swerve.

In pictures which are forever joys,

She cometh to him once more :
Once, with her dainty foot a-poise,
She drives the bird with a merry noise

From her lifted battledoor,
And tosses back, with impatient air,
The ruffled glory of her hair ;

Then gayly draping a painted doll,

To please an eager child ;
Or pacing athwart a stately hall;
Or kneeling at dewy evenfall,

When clouds are crimson-piled,
And all the hushed and scented air
Is tremulous with the voice of prayer ;-

Or standing mute and rapture-bound

The while her sisters sing ;
From voice and lute there floats around
A golden confluence of sound,

Spreading in fairy ring;
And with a beautiful grace and glow
Her head sways to the music's flow.

One night of nights in lustrous June,

She walks with him alone; Through silver glidings of the moon The runnels purl a dreamy tune;

His arm is round her thrown: But looks and sounds far lovelier Thrill on his trancéd soul from her.

And then that rounded bliss, increased

To one consummate hour!
The marriage-robe, the stoléd priest,
The kisses when the rite hath ceased,

And with her heart's rich dower
She standeth by his shielding side,
His wedded wife and his own bright bride!

And then the sacred influence

That flushed her flower to prime!
Through Love's divine omnipotence
She ripened to a mother once,

But once, and for all time:
No higher heaven on him smiled
Than that young mother and her child.

Then all the pleasant household scenes

Through all the latter years ! No murky shadow intervenes,Her gentle aspect only leans

Through the soft mist of tears; Her sweet, warm smile, her welkin glance, There is no speech nor utterance.

O angel form, O darling face,

Slow fading from the shore ! O brave, true heart, whose warmest place Was his alone by Love's sweet grace,

Still, still, forevermore! And now he lonely lieth, broken-hearted; For all the grace and glory have departed.

Snow-cold in sculptured calm she lies,

Apparelled saintly white;
On her sealed lips no sweet replies,
And the blue splendor of her eyes

Gone down in dreamless night;
All empery of Death expressed
In that inexorable rest!

Now leave this fair and holy Thing

Alone with God's dear grace!
Her grave is but the entering
Beneath the shadow of His wing,

Her trusty hiding-place,
Till, in the grand, sweet Dawn, at last,
This tyranny be overpast.

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Now she has made a curious bargain with her boatmen, by which they are to con

vey the whole party to the steamer on I have not told you how Can Grande the fourth day. took leave of the Isle of Rogues, as one " What did you tell them ? ” we askof our party christened the fair Queen ed. of the Antilles. I could not tell you

how " I said, tres noches (three nights) and he loathed the goings on at Havana, how un dia, (one day,) and then took out my hateful he found the Spaniards, and how

watch and showed them five o'clock on villanous the American hotel-keepers. it, and pointed to the boat and to myself. His superlatives of censure were in such They understood, perfectly." constant employment that they began to And so, in truth, they did ; for, going have a threadbare sound before he left to the wharf on the day and at the hour us; and as he has it in prospective to run appointed, we found the boatmen in waitthe gantlet of all the inn-keepers on ing, with eager faces. But here a new the continent of Europe, to say nothing difficulty presented itself;— the runner of farther lands, where inn-keepers would of our hotel, a rascal German, whose be a relief, there is no knowing what ex- Cuban life has sharpened his wits and haustion his powers in this sort may un- blunted his conscience, insisted that the dergo before he reaches us again. He hiring of boats for the lodgers was one of may break down into weak, compliant his (many) perquisites, and that before good-nature, and never be able to abuse his sovereign prerogative all other agreeanybody again, as long as he lives. In ments were null and void.-N. B. There that case, his past life and his future, was always something experimentative taken together, will make a very respect- about this man's wickedness. He felt able average. But the climate really did that he did not know how far men might not suit him, the company did not satisfy be gulled, or the point where they would him, and there came a moment.when he be likely to resist. This was a fault of said, “I can bear it no longer!" and we youth. With increasing years and exanswered, “ Go in peace!”

perience he will become bolder and more It now becomes me to speak of Sobrina, skilful, and bids fair, we should say, to who has long been on a temperance foot- become one of the most dexterous opering, and who forgets even to blush when ators known in his peculiar line. On the former toddy is mentioned, though the present occasion, he did not heed the she still shudders at the remembrance of piteous pleadings of the disappointed sour-sop. She is the business-man of the

boatmen, nor Sobrina's explanations, nor party; and while philosophy and highest Can Grande's arguments. But when the considerations occupy the others, with an whole five of us fixed upon him our mild occasional squabble over virtue and the and scornful eyes, something within him rights of man, she changes lodgings, hires

gave way.

He felt a little bit of the carts, transports baggage, and, knowing moral pressure of Boston, and feebly half-a-dozen words of Spanish, makes broke down, saying, “You better do as herself clearly comprehensible to every- you like, then,” and so the point was carbody. We have found a Spanish steam

ried. er for Can Grande ; but she rows thither A pleasant run brought us to the side . in a boat and secures his passage and of the steamer. It was dusk already as state-room. The noontide sun is hot up- we ascended her steep gangway, and on the waters, but her zeal is hotter still. from that to darkness there is, at this


season, but the interval of a breath.

the monkeys just mentioned seemed far Dusk, too, were our thoughts, at parting more mirthful than their brethren in the from Can Grande, the mighty, the vehe- London Zoological Gardens. They form ment, the great fighter. How were we themselves, so to speak, on a livelier modto miss his deep music, here and at home! el, and feel themselves more at home With his assistance we had made a very with their hosts. respectable band; now we were to be But the Dominica. You know, probonly a wandering drum and fife,—the ably, that it is the great café of Havana. fife particularly shrill, and the drum par- All the day long it is full of people of all ticularly solemn. Well, we went below, nations, sipping ices, chocolate, and so on; and examined the little den where Can and all night long, also, up to the to me Grande was to pass the other seven days very questionable hour when its patrons of his tropical voyaging. The berths were go home and its garçons go to bed. We arranged the wrong way,

across, not

often found it a welcome refuge at noon, along, the vessel, - and we foresaw that when the douche of sunlight on one's cerhis head would go up and his feet down, vix bewilders the faculties, and confuses and vice versû, with every movement of one's principles of gravitation, toleration, the steamer, and our weak brains reeled etc., etc. You enter from the Tophet of at the bare thought of what he was to the street, and the intolerable glare is at suffer. He, good soul, meanwhile, was once softened to a sort of golden shadow. thinking of his supper, and wondering if The floor is of stone; in the midst trickhe could get tea, coffee, and chocolate, a les a tiny fountain with golden network; toasted roll, and the touch of cold ham all other available space is crowded with wbich an invalid loves. And we beheld, 'marble tables, square or round; and and they were bringing up the side of they, in turn, are scarcely visible for the the vessel trays of delicious pastry, and swarm of black-coats that gather round festoons of fowls, with more literal butch- them. The smoke of innumerable cigars er's meat. And we said, “ There will be gives a Rembrandtic tinge to the depths no famine on board. Make the most of of the picture, and the rows and groups your supper, Can Grande ; for it will be of nodding Panama hats are like very the last of earth to you, for some time dull flower-beds.

In the company, of to come." And now came silence, and course, the Spanish-Cuban element largetears, and last embraces ; we slipped ly predominates; yet here and there the down the gangway into our little craft, sharper English breaks upon the ear. and, looking up, saw, bending above us, “Yes, I went to that plantation ; but between the slouched hat and the sil- they have only one thousand boxes of suver beard, the eyes that we can never gar, and we want three thousand for our forget, that seemed to drop back in the operation.” darkness with the solemnity of a last fare


A Yankee, you say. Yes, certainly; well. We went home, and the drum and turning, you see the tall, strong Philhung himself gloomily on his peg, and adelphian from our hotel, who calls for the little fife shut up for the remainder everything by its right name, and always of the evening

says, Das! mas!” when the waiter helps Has Mr. Dana described the Dominica, hiin to ice. Some one near us is speakI wonder? Well, if he has, I cannot helping a fuller English, with a richer “p” it. He never can have eaten so many and deeper intonation. See there! that ices there as I have, nor passed so many is our own jolly captain, Brownless of patient hours amid the screeching, chat- ours, the King of the “Karnak”; and tering, and devouring, which make it going up to the British lion, we shake most like a cage of strange birds, or the the noble beast heartily by the paw. monkey department in the Jardin des The people about us are imbibing a Plantes.- Mem. I always observed that variety of cooling liquids. Our turn



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