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as in a glass, at the theatre. How many affection which was her right; but this of us laugh at our individual - showe reflection scarcely ever intruded upon up'- not taking the hint of the moralist, her spirits. The husband was far from

go and sin no more ;” but enjoying being cruel, and really loved her, but our taste with the town, remarking, that his disposition was weak, and his com“ Let him whom the cap fits, wear it.” panions eloquent; and he seemed raIf others weep with Melpomene, we ther to grow worse than better in his weep also ; if ihey laugh under the mask habits. It happened once that he was of Comus, we laugh also. If they shake called out of town, and in his haste left their sides in farce, we are “ pleased behind him a letter, in which, to please with a feather, tickled with a straw." an unprincipled friend, he had spoken We hom operas all night, or dance of his wife in terms of carelessness, if fandangos ai a masquerade, and consi- not of derision, and dilated freely upon dershein all a hum. The taste of the his general course of life. Imagine the town' follows a fiddler, or a conjuror. anxiety and suspense of the startled Ancient and modern music are governed profligate when he found himself borne by the tact of musical taste, which cor- by a rapid steam-boat upon a journey responds with pride, passion, or profit. which must necessarily be of several Street music, like corn in a mill, is days duration, yet remembered distinctground round the town, and discord has ly that the fatal letter was left exposed been too long an admitted laste, A and unsealed upon his wife's table. He

man of taste", is a nondescript; a recollected also with a pang, that he

woman of taste an indescribable: had wantonly, in answer to her inquibecause he is made up of town qualities, ries, boasted that it contained a proand she, lovely creature, is a passion found secret, which he would not have flower. When a divine, a physician, a

revealed for the world. He paced the lawyer, an actor, an actress, a dancer, deck in an agony of disappointment a musician, or a poodle, is identified by and shame. He pictured her opening

the taste of the town ;-when a sculptor, the letter, turning pale with horror and ha playwright, a painter, a poet, a senae indignation-perhaps sainting with tor, or a writer, wins the taste of the anguish-alarming the servants-flytown;-the chisel, the manuscript, the ing to her father-renouncing him for pencil, the stanza, the speech and the ever. As soon as possible he returned, composition are alchemised, and the but with a sinking heart, to his dwellinberitors well off in this world's ap- ing, bracing himself up to meet the fury proval. But most of all, the “ taste of of an enraged and wretched woman. the town” is exemplified in dress. Both He opened the door softly. She was sexes carry this to an extraordinary bending over her table busily writing. pitch. A person may as well call for A placid smile sealed her mouth with a an extinguisher to be hid from society, perfect beauty, and spread over her as to be tasteless in bis sphere. For glowirg features the mild expression of in matter, manner, word, or deed, he peace and joy ; and even as she wrote, would be voted á bore --- without the the fragment of a sweet ballad fell from adjuncts of fancy, folly, and usage. If her lips in a low music that flows only variety were not the watch-word of the from a heart entirely at rest. The hus“ taste of the town,” the pivot would band slole noiselessly around, and read stand still, and misery prevail over sub- as her pen traced her gentle thoughts. lunary pleasures. Such is the opinion

“Your letter is lying by me. The of the

OL10. very, very letter, containing the 'pro

found secret.' Now could I punish you THE SECRET.

for your carelessness ; but, my dearest

Charles, how could I look you in the 1 Recollect a pretty incident which face on your return after having basely may not be uninteresting to the reader. violated your trust in my integrity, and A wild young fellow married a lovely meanly sought to gratify a silly curiogirl, and having been long addicted to sity at the expense of honesty, delicacy, babits of dissipation, even the sincere and confidence. No. The letter is onallachnent which he entertained to- opened, and lest you should feel unwards his wife could not entirely dis- easy, I enclose it to you, with the sinentangle hin from its snares. His OC cere love of your affectionate wife," &c. casional irregular hours would have “What an angel!” muttered the given any but one of so pure and sweet conscience-stricken husband. a disposition every reason to suspect “ She started up with a cry of pleathat she did not hold that place in his sure--and as Charles met the light of

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her clear, upshrinking eyes, he was wild witch, whichi' had beeu" related to humbled that he should have suspected ne by the village gossip from whom | her, and deeply struck with repentance had obtained the direction of my path, at his own conduct. He thenceforth and the midnight revellings of brownies severed all ties that drew him abroad; and bogles, whose grotesque forms and if the pure and happy being whose seemed identified with 'every stunted influence had thus allured him to the shrub and clump of heather. But when path of right had perused all his sub- the son no longer left behind him sequent letters, she would have found traces of his reign, and the darkened nothing concerning herself save bursts horizon showed no longer the gilded of the sincerest admiration and the cloud, siniling, like a courtier, opon warmest love.”-From Dreams and Re- the retiring monarch, by whose reflecveries of a Quiet Man.

tion' alone he derived his lustre, the

witches, the brownies, and the bogles A PAGE FROM A CANTAB'S began to lose alike their terrors and NOTE-BOOK.

their charms, and I hailed the stern

round towers" of my friend's abode It was on a raw and gusty evening with a satisfaction, unalloyed and unin October, just as the parched and accompanied with the slightest wish to yellow leaf of autumn was beginning to linger on the scene through which I tell that the three weeks English suin- journied.' Brilliant and dancing lights mer had passed away, that I was tra were shining from turret and fretted velling far in the north of England, on windowmy way to Cowell Castle, the residence

“It was a vast and venerable pile; of a college friend. There are few things So old, it seemed only not to fall: more delightful to a weary traveller, Yet strength was pillar'd in each massy when the shades of evening" close

Monastic dome! thickly around him, than the reflection

Where Superstition once had made her that each degree of increasing gloom

den." brings him nearer and nearer to the

The usual congratulations, and exspot of his destination; and on this pressions of pleasure at my arrival havoccasion I felt 'pre-eminently happy, ing subsided, I perceived that it was for having for many weeks been a wan

time 10 prepare the toilet for the comderer among the wild solitudes of natúre, with scarcely a civilized being fore to my chamber, and without giving

ing scene of festivity. I hastened there. even for the companion of an hour, the myself time to ascertain the date of its prospect of soon reaching the gay and gothic windows, or to analyse the subswiftness to my pace and brightness to jects of the tapestry, I prepared myself

with all the expedition my ill-arranged my anticipations. The distance, however, which I had to traverse, was, ever, without a secret assurance that

portmanteau would permit ; not, howconsidering the lateness of the hour, somewhat considerable ; and had it not my, ensemble might procure for me the been for a gala ball to be held that herself. With this modest anticipation

smiles of-egad, perhaps of the heiress night, in honour of my friend's sister I concluded iny personal adorning, and coming of age, I believe I should have descended to the ball, where, hung with yielded to the unpromising aspect of the evening, and the hints of my jaded old pictures, frowned the dark oaken

massive armour, spreading antlers, and horse, and have taken up my quarters walls of many a century, at the little romantic village which had been my last resting-place. But I was

“ Strong in their age, and sombre in their

strength." pledged to be present at the festival, and hastened, therefore, at my horse's “I must introduce you to my fair sis. best speed, through the wild and so- ter,"exclaimed my friend, leading me litary beath before me. My situation, to a handsome fair-haired girl ; “I though somewhat desolale, was not, have engaged her hand for you, as my however, without its charms; for if the most intiinate, for the first quadrille." bleak and barren common over which l I bowed my thanks, and led the fair wended my way, presented to my gaze Cecilia to the set. My partner was no fair-haired dames, whose

every thing that was amiable and beau" Soft eyes looked love to eyes which spake tiful - but oh! how totally was her

beauty eclipsed by the pale, wild, and still there was plenty of food for ro- interesting creature who stood before mantic rumination, in the legend of the us. There was that in her eye which



never had I seen in any other a strong not-she fell syddenly and violently to and beaming brightness, which sent the earth, and was raised from ita through her long dark lashes, low maniac!, depending an expression almost more Time, however, that only , healer than earthly. Her pale, but perfect when the heart has bled,” at length refeatures, were rendered almost statue, stored the lovely Constantia , to the like by the contrast of the dark and world; but the fair promise of her glossy ringlets which fell luxuriantly youth had been sapped, and her health from her beautifully-formed head, had sunk under the bitter visitation. At while hersylph-like, gliding, but grace- first, her recovery was but partial, for ful figure of symmetry, realized the the frequent and wild fits under which idea of a creature belonging to a brigh- she laboured, rendered it constantly ter world than ours. My companion necessary to watch her every moveperceived my admiration ; nor did she ment, and often to place a restraint seem astonished or displeased, when, upon her actions which threatened to instead of replying to some question immolate the frail form which her maabout. Cambridge, I interrupted her lady had spared. By degrees, however, by an observation upon the singular these fits became inore rare, and the and beautiful being before me. “Ah! poor sufferer was once again permitted poor Constantia !” she sighed. The to resume her station in society. Her manner in which these few words were physicians hoped, that by joining in the spoken, almost made me love her. I gaieties and pleasures of the world, the had no opportunity of further inquiry, most effectual and speedy remedy for for the quadrille was ended, and an her disease would be attained, and so, other aspirant for the hand of the fair in truih, it proved; for Constantia, al Cecilia hurried her away to waltz, and though she seldom siniled, sometimes left me to ruminate alone upon this joined in the dance, and sat at the fes"child of mystery,” for such I felt tive board, beloved by all, and feared quite convinced she was. Peace was by none. “ It is upwards of a year, out of the question, until I elicited the continued iny friend, "since she has facts from my friend himself. He in- been visited by any of the

consequences formed me that she was the only child of her fatal malady, and we believe of a wealthy, but penurious Baronet. that she is now totally restored. Ceci-. She had never known the tender cares lia and she are inseparable companions; of a mother's fostering love, and thus they were reared, as it were, in the the flowers of her mind were left to same cradle, and, cousins, have been wander in wasteful luxuriance, when, constantly together; and, indeed, when had they been better trained, they others have been unable, during the would have formed a garden of the continuance of the fits, to soothe the fairest and the brightest growth. It mind of the interesting sufferer, my was impossible that such a being should sister has seldom failed to succeed. live and not be loved ; far more so, that But,” he continued, " I must seek my her own bosom should be dead to the partner.” impulse and power of strong affection. There was something in this narraShe was loved, and oh ! how fondly tive too deeply touching to permit me and how fatally was that love recipro- to join immediately the throng; a string cated! . But the bud of her hopes was of my heart had been struck, which never destined to blossom! When her would only vibrate to the sound of sorstern and unpitying parent drove the row. I retired, therefore, to a niche chosen of her heart, proud and penny-' at the extremity of the hall, where, unless, from his doors, he little thought, seen, I could meditate on what I had and perhaps, he little heeded, how hard heard, and watch the graceful, bụt me. and decisive a blow was struck upon lancholy movements of the young and his affections. And he, too, the dis- : ill-fated Constantia. It was not very carded and hopeless, seeking a painful strange that I should have taken so and early death upon the battle plain, lively an interest in this poor sufferer, little deemed, as the name of Constan- and the tales of her woes, for I had tia lingered on his dying accents, that lately mourned the death of a beloved she, the adoring being for whom his relation, who had sunk to an early tomb, heart beat high with hope, would, in though with a mind unshaken, yet with losing him, lose also the consciousness a heart crushed and broken as Constanof her own existence! The news of tia's. The guests began to disperse, his death was announced to her with- and the efforts of the musicians to be out caution. She spoke not-she wept more irregular and drowsy; and feeling

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heavy and fatigued with my ride, I stole “ Constantia !” exclaimed a voice, silently to my chamber.

apparently of one suddenly roused from How long I slept, I know not, but I slumber, and which I immediately rewas awoie by the wildest strain of vo cognized as that of my friend's sistercal music I had ever heard; and, as “ Constantia! how is it that you are the moon was streaming through the up!" No answer was returned ; ingothic panes with her broad pale light, deed, her companion seemed unconI leaped from my bed, to ascertain from scious that she was addressed.' “Conwhat fair serenader the sounds proceed. stantia !" continued her cousin, in the ed. But the song had ceased, and all quick tones of alarm,“ how often have was still as the grave. I opened gently you been warned never to expose yourthe casément of the window, and lean- self to the night air?"? In a moment ing forward, gazed out upon the beauty Cecilia herself had risen, and her hand of the night. I perceived, on looking was laid gently on the shoulder of the around, ihat the room I occupied form- poor maniac. “ Constantia---my dear, ed one of several that led to a broad dear Constantia !" she said, in a substone terrace, which overhung what I dued and soothing voice, "I thought presumed to be the large court-yard of you were still by my side, sleeping as the castle, and a faint light, rendered sweetly and as calmly as when I came hardly discernible by the effulgence of to bed. Why, dearest, have you risen? the moon's rays, assured me that I was You forget that you are an invalid, and not the only tenant of the range. that the night air is cold."

I heard the voice again, but it seem- exclaimed Constantia, suddenly leaped, if possible, in a sweeter strain. ing up and seizing her cousin with The curtains of the neighbouring win- 'frantic energy-“Ah! I have you at dow slowly drawn aside, and the case- last !-you have escaped me too long ment quietly opened by a female hand. already !- you murdered my poor Fre1 fancied 'I could reeognize the slim derick, and now" Here she fastenform and dark hair of Constantia ed on the terrified Cecilia by the throat, L'Estrange. Impelled by I know not and throwing her vehemently on the what motive, for I did not wait to apa- ground, nailed her down with the force lyse it, I hastily wrapped myself in my and energy of a savage. The sound of dressing gown, and in a moment steal. the death-gurgle was in my ear-but ing silently in the direction of the open for the moment I was as one petrified window. Fair reader, do not blame and spell-bound. I had neither power or condemn me, for an indescribable to speak, nor to move, till by a violent presentiment of impending mischief had effort I roused myself from the effects of seized me, which I could neither shake the sudden blow which had fallen, as off, nor exactly account for. Creeping it were, with benumbing force upon, slowly under the shade of the parapet my senses, and rushed madly to her wall of the terrace, I approached as assistance, But alas! it was all too nearly as I could the object of my so late - for the quiver of life had passed licitude, and, unobserved, stationed away from the limbs of the hapless myself in such a situation as to com Cecilia! and Constantia, the lunatic mand a view of her movements, with. Constantia, stood unabashed, alone, out the slightest chance of being de- unconscious of the world on which she tected in my purpose. With breath- trod! For myself, I lost all recollecless anxiety i awaited the result of my lion; but how long I remained insenfears, but the moon alone appeared sible, I know not. I was aroused by to be the object of her search and con some one who grasped me tightly by templation, and she looked upon it the shoulder, exclaiming, “ Well, my with such a fixed, wild, and unnatural gallant knight, how long is my fair gaze, as plainly told me, that those who cousin to wait for your band in the believed her mind restored and at rest, dance ?" I started up aghast- my friend had sadly overrated the effects of her and the lovely Constantia stood before care, or strangely underrated the ex me! Why you rogue," continued tent of her malady. The fire-the vi- he," you've been sleeping, and have vid and horrible fire of the maniac was lost my cousin's, beautiful song." “ No, in her eye !--the expression of every no,” | quickly replied, endeavouring feature was altered-ihe lovely being I to collect myself, the reality of that porhad contemplated as possessing the tion of my dream flashing across me, beauty of an angel, was suddenly trans “ do not think I was so lost to good formed - I dare not say how awfully! taste ; she sang two-I heard them The wild and irregular snatches of song both ; " and, bowing low to came not from the lips of reason. partner, I added, “but the last was exa

my sweet

quisitely beautiful.” She smiled. Her withal. He spoke not, however, but cousin was less particular-he langhed forthwith turned to the house, and aloud. “ That's good," said be, “it burst in a wooden shutter which secured was an encore..!"

Monthly Mag an opening answering alike the pur

poses of door and window. He sprung

into the house-we followed. By the INDIAN JUSTICE.

struggling light which broke upon us

from the opening behind, we saw two In the first week of January 1 set out men lying on the floor on their backs, froin Lake Macobemish, near Moose and covered with a blanket. We reRiver, Canada, to visit the outposts. moved it – stirred them:-they were I was accompanied by an Indian named dead and frozen! The flesh from the Neegonaubee and two half castes. About breast and limbs had been partly cut an hour after sunrise, on the second away. We broke open the door with morning, we arrived at the little river a few desperate blows from the butts of which forms the outlet of the Lake, at our guns, and the whole diabolic scene the opposite extremity of which the lay exposed to view. There were ashes trading post was situated. We could on the hearth-we found them fresh now see the house; it was not more than and warm ; a kettle lay close beside, three miles distant. I had been in- and from it there protruded a human stantaneously struck with alarm at not hand, mangled and torn with the teeth. observing any smoke from the cabin, In a corner lay bones of different debyt had abstained from making any re- scriptions, flung Together—the smallest mark. To testify surprise or anxiety bones of the human body, I would say, at the moment would have been unbe- such as of the feet and hands, and the coming in a great chief; but now I con- like. We turned the men over ; one ceived the etiquette of the forest allowed displayed a tomahawk-wound on the me to take counsel. Neegonaubee, who, back of the head ; the other had reby virtue of his rank, walked next 16 ceived a deep wound on the left temple, me in the file, addressed me in a low and a second wound on the face becalin voice, and said, “What has my neath the left eye. The whole mystery brother seen ?” “What my eyes have was now explained - the men had been looked for they have not seen. My murdered! but wherefore and by whom? brother's eyes are not shut.” Without Not by an enemy simply for vengeance; farther conversation we advanced, and the position in which we found them, every succeeding step tended to confirm the successive removals of masses of us in the conjecture that the post had flesh, the appearance of the interior, been abandoned, or that some evil had and every thing that presented itself befallen its tenants. There was still to the eye about the hu, proved this :no trace of smoke, the slightest curl or not by overpowering numbers whose feather of which must have been visible force rendered resistance useless and in the clear yet sullen sky. We reached' paralysed exertion, for the track was the door and lified the latch, its only that of a single person, who, moreover, fastening upon ordinary occasions, but could not be far away. This was manow it was secured from within. We nifest from the very existence of the called aloud. There was no answer, track, the freshness of the ashes, and save the dread echo of our own voices. the warmth of the hearth. We went round to the back of the With a common consent, wliich, in house; there, for the first time, we the intensity of our horror and rage, perceived a track was a beaten

was felt by all, and acted upon withont track-a human track-and evidently word or sign, we set forth in search of led to some clumps of willows and the murderer, I was led forward by the dwarf woods ; but it was covered with desire to avenge ; my followers were a sinuous veil of the last night's snow. goaded onwards by a still higher moNeegonaubee stooped down and defily live. We returned to the track we had brushed away with his mitten the cover- discovered behind the house. Here we ing from one of the plainest prints of had to wait some moments for Neegothe mocassin. He uttered a low deep naubee. Al length he came ; and, on “ Hugh !”-the ordinary exclamation arriving at the track, let his gun fall of the Indian ; but here it was not beavily, and leaned upon it, wrapt in simply of savage satisfaction, or of'mere some emotion which I could not peneexcitement, or emotion, or horror. It trate. The features betrayed little of partook of each ; and there was an ex the workings of the spirit within whatpression of bitler anguish mixed in it ever they might have been ; but the

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