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the very opposite of what was intended. When once from Aunt Partington to the stable-boy, were quite they burst the bonds of pupilage, they abuse rather than unequal to a sudden emergency-it threw them out of enjoy the sweets of liberty."

their daily routine, and they became bewildered and "Bat girls, Lord Laxington ”- suggested Aunt useless. Partington.

In a few days Miss Phillips completely recovered. Belong to human nature as well as boys, and being The cause of the accident having been minutely investimore delicate, should be even less severely treated. gated, was traced by Aunt Partington to Miss CrampChildren of either sex should not be used like machines, ton's neglect in losing sight of her papil. but as intelligent beings."

cannot,” she remarked, “ leave them safely for a mo“They have so little discretion."

ment. Children have no discretion.” " Indeed! then my young folks must be prodigies ; Lord Laxington suggested a different cause, mainly for I can confide anything to their discretion, and it arising from the manner in which the young lady's occasionally astonishes me to observe how well they mind and actions till the day of the accident had been exercise it. But they have plenty of liberty; the only "cribbed, cabined, and confined.” restrictions I place upon them are verbal ones, and “ Then what would your lordship recommend ?" asked I cannot bring a single act of disobedience against General Phillips. them."

“In the first place,” was the reply, “I would allow “But that system, carried too far, might, I imagine, Miss Orampton to retire upoa full pay. In the next, I make girls unfeminine," said the general.

recommend a long visit to Laxington, and I hereby “Very true, and an instance exists in my niece, who invite you all to spend the ensuing winter under my had, before coming under our charge, a little too much roof. Miss Partington will, I am sure, get on amazingly liberty. In spite of all, however, I think of the two well with the countess; and the Misses Phillips shall systems, the liberal one is the better. If you will par- take their lessons from our governess with my daughter don the metaphor, I prefer seeing children at ease and niece." in their slippers, than continually pinched up in Though, like most maiden ladies of her age, Aunt stays.”

Partington was firmly wedded to her own opinions, yet Lord Laxington had scarcely uttered these words, so intense was her veneration for the peerage, that she before a servant brought a message from his son, that really felt she could not take upon herself to differ he wished to see him immediately. Augustus having from his lordship. It is due, however, to her discreridden the post-horse at a gallop, was in his dressing- tion to add, that no one under the rank of an earl could room, and when his fathered entered, was changing his have possibly convinced her. wet clothes for dry ones. The earl, on hearing the Miss Crampton was discharged upon a pension. Lord story, congratulated him on his narrow escape, conceal- Laxington paid a second visit to Primley Hall in his way ing with difficulty the agitation which he strongly felt. back from the Highlands, and the whole family joined A more affecting scene immediately ensued. Lady him in his journey to Laxington. Belinda rushed into the room, and, falling on her It was not until late in the spring of the following brother's neck, gave way to those emotions which she year that the return visit was concluded; but before had mastered so long as they would have interfered General Phillips's family had again settled themselves in with her usefulness in assisting to restore Miss Phillips. Primley Hall, Lady Laxington's governess had been in* And are you quite safe and unhurt, my dear brother?" duced to become a member of it—the countess's health bavshe asked.

ing sufficiently recovered for her to travel.

She accomAugustus kissed his sister, and tried to laugh at her panied her lord to the continent, with Lady Belinda fears; but his heart was too full of affection, and of and Miss Pelham. Meanwhile, the General's daughters thankfulness to Providence for having escaped with a improved rapidly under the care of the new instructfellow-creature from the danger that had passed. Mean- ress. Their intellects expanded, their dispositions imwhile, Jemima was conveyed to bed, under the superin- proved, and although Miss Partington kept up her muchtendence of Miss Pelham, she being the only person in loved rigid order in the domestic arrangements

, she was the house who had the full use of her wits. The truth at length obliged to acknowledge the superiority of thə is that the whole of the Primley Hall establishment, 1 slipper over the stay system of education.


The Spring's first green is on the trees,

The ancient trees I loved of yore;
The violet still perfumes the breeze-

All seenis the same as heretofore.

How cold and grey life seems! I tread

The old frequented beaten way;
But voices once beloved have fled,

Their music lingers not to-day.
Far off I hear the shepherd's song,

And over head the blackbird sings;
The stream leaps joyfully along;

The half-fledged sparrows try their wings.

But they, the friends of youth are gone,

And she, the loved one, far away-
How cold and grey life seems! Forlorn

I tread the cold and beaten way.

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of four persons.

On a summer morning in the early period of the tification of his early tastes consolation for his loss, Revolution, the family of Mr. Edward Elsworth were and peace for his declining years. assembled at the breakfast meal. The group consisted The two daughters were Rose and Kate.

Rose is my heroine. She was young and beautiful At the head of the table presided Mr. Elsworth's sis. The incredulous reader smiles. All novel heroines are, ter, a lady of forty, very grand, very cold, and an he says. He is very right. I am well aware myself that it unquestionable old maid. Opposite, a little withdrawn is the fortune of this kind of humanity to possess a from the table, sat Mr. Elsworth, with an open letter monopoly of youth, beauty, and other excellent matspread upon his knee.

ters, and that novelists exercise a somewhat arbitrary Mr. Edward Elsworth was a retired merchant, who, power in bestowing upon their creations rather more of failing in London, had come to America and regained the cardinal virtues than ordinary human nature can ashis fortunes. One early passion, which through all his spire to. But for my part, I should have no idea of waivvaried career he never forgot, was a love of rural life. ing the ancient privileges of my tribe, even if I had not At fifty years of age, therefore, finding himself rich the evidence of a portrait (for be it known, the lady in enough, and suddenly bereaved in the death of a wife question is no creation of the fancy), which portrait whom he had loved well for twenty-five years, he affords the proof positive, patent to every eye, of her struck the last balance to his ledger, and with his beauty. And not only beautiful, but my heroine was family of two daughters and a sister, sought in the gra- I wise and witty too, as I shall prove to you.

But how shall I describe her? The portrait aforesaid | perusing a letter which troubles him: behind sugarrejoices in powder and ribbons, and stomacher and bowl and cream-pot of quaint and valued china, shoots pearls, and so forth; but upon the occasion in which I up like a column, the stately Miss Sarah-puffed hair, introduce her, I prefer to consider her with a great cushioned and be-ribboned—furbelows and laces, and, I mass of chestnut curls falling down in a thousand little think, a little rouge; Rose idly toying with a spoon; ringlets over her brow and neck, for after this fashion, Kate absorbed with buttered toast; a pleasant, mellow so tradition has informed me—she usually wore her light streaming through vine trellises ; birds chirping lair, disdaining powder and pomatum. And a very without; a soft fragrant atmosphere wafted from the piquant and fascinating style it must have been, quite garden, and a glimpse of the grand old Hudson through suited to her roguishly-brilliant eyes, and to the delicate the open window, between tree and bush, flushed with and perfect oval of her face.

the early sun. Her eyes were dark and flashing; her mouth and "Very extraordinary news!" said Mr. Elsworth, takchin small, her nose slightly aquiline, and her cheeks ing up the letter from his knee for the tenth time. finely flushed

Everybody was on the alert. Strange rumors wero “ Excellently done, if God did all."

continually rife, and anything like authentic intelligence, And God did all. The color upon her cheek was what in times of so much commotion and trouble, was eagerly her heart sent there—shifting, fading and deepening

welcomed. with the heart's quick emotions.

“ There has been a battle." I do not like your high-toned cheeks, whose colors

“Good gracious !” broke simultaneously from three are fast—which show no varying tone, no transparent pairs of lips. effects.

“On Long Island.” Kate was a little, playful, mischievous, bewitching

“Is it possible ?” replied Miss Saralı Elsworth, this creature, with dancing eyes, and the merriest laugh in time having it all to herself. the world.

Mr. Elsworth read—Washington had been defeated One member of the family was absent-Lieut. had evacuated the city--was retiring north ware). Harry Elsworth, the oldest child, a graduate of Oxford,

“I feel,” said he; “ that our situation is becoming and a promising young officer in the king's service. here unsafe. We are continually exposed to the assaults

Mr. Edward Elsworth was courtly, polished, punctil- of marauders. It would be wiser in the present aspect ious, fastidious, and a thorough royalist. His manners of affairs, for us to seek a securer residence in New Were elaborate, his costume careful and scrupulously York, now so fortunately in possession of Sir William exact. He breakfasted in powder, and surveyed his Howe.” vegetable beds in lace and ruffles.

Miss Elsworth hastened to sanction the proposal. Serenely occupied in training his vines in the way "I should prefer remaining here,” said Rose. they should go, in propping up his nurselings, and

“Is it safe, Rose ?” said Mr. Elsworth. watching, with complacent pleasure, the growth of his “Yes," was the reply; "quite safe, for we neutralorchards, Mr. Elsworth had secluded himself alrnostize each other. Your loyalty will secure you with the entirely from the world. The society of his family sup- tories, and my whiggism will protect us with the other plied his social wants; and as his neighbors were nearly faction.” all confessedly uncultivated, he very rarely exchanged “ Your whiggism, Rose! You shock me by the courtesies with them. Thus withdrawn from the noisy avowal of principles so infamous. And your brother, highways of the world, the revolution broke upon him too, an officer of the king." like a thunder-clap. He could neither understand it, nor “The more need for my being a whig, or else the appreciate it. A sound churchman, and full of chival- roof might be burnt over our heads." rous loyalty, he looked upon the rebellion with uncom

"I don't think there's much danger of that," broko promising bitterness and hostility.

in Kate, with a look of demure mischief; “if Mr. ArmBut, in fact, I am afraid that it was the idea of liberty strong is near to protect us." in homespun, that alarmed him. He was shocked at “Mr. Armstrong ?” said Mr. Elsworth, turning to seeing boors whom he would not have admitted into Kate inquiringly. his parlor, clamoring with a great want of deference, “Oh, yes, papa,” said Kate, refusing to be silenced and with a rude, offensive boisterousness, for this delu- by Rose's significant look; “he's got to be a captain.” sion called freedom.

There was

a great want of “Not a rebel, I trust.” respectability--that Englishman's pet word in the “Not a traitor, I thank Heaven!” said Rose with a whole matter. The dress, the conduct, the breeding of flushed cheek. the rebels, were repulsive to his fastidious taste. The "You confound terms strangely,” remarked her ruen of property and rank reprobated the thing altoge- father; "a traitor is one false to his king." ther. It was vulgar and plebeian.

“False to his country-I read it. A king is a creaBut to come back to where we started. A moment's ture of to-day-your country a thing of immortality.” résumé of the picture, reader, and then we'll at it “like “Your king is your sovereign by divine right and French falconers."

true succession." Yr. Elsworth in a large bottomed, straight-backed “Then, sir, serve the Stuarts. How came the house chair-a cup of Java-precious luxury-within reach of Hanover upon the throne ?”

Mr. Elsworth looked confused, and was silent.

worth and Walter Armstrong a close friendship had “ You see, sir,” said Rose ; " that if you zealous sprung up, which was the first means of introducing loyalists could shift off James, we, with less belief in the Walter into Mr. Elsworth's family. Intelligent and culdivine rights of kings, can shift off George."

tivated much above his neighbors, generous, frank, and “For my part,” said Miss Sarah, coming to the rescue abounding with a genial and hearty humor, he soon of her brother, “I can not understand, Rose, what you became everybody's favorite, and very naturally between can see in these rebels to admire. As far as my obser- Rose and him, the idle little god, who plays such antics vation has gone, they are only so many boors. There with us all, set mischief. was Captain Arthur. Was there ever such a dunce! But the war came, and suddenly a gulf rolled between He had no manner, whatever. He attempted upon Walter and his friends. Walter's sympathies from the one occasion to walk a minuet with me, and I really first were warmly enlisted in favor of the whigs, but thought,” said the lady, growing humorous for once; he trembled at the thought that such an avowal would " that he was a bear accidentally stumbled into coat but too surely wreck all his hope of Rose Elsworth's and slippers.”

love. He had not the courage to make that avowal, and, “You're quite right,” replied Rose, “he never should therefore, cherished his principles in secret. His inachave got his appointment until he had served a cam- tivity and apparent neutrality exposed him to the taunts paign in the drawing-room. If I were the Congress, I'd of the villagers. High-souled and fiery, this was more appoint none who could not bring diplomas from their than he could bear. He planned and executed a brilliant dancing masters."

exploit, which gained him an audience with Washington, At this moment there was a knock at the door and an offer of whatever reward he would accept. He presently a step in the hall, and then the entrance of a begged for a commission. It was granted. He flew rather singular-looking personage, who was immediately back to his native place, and gathered together as addressed by the whole group as Mr. Metcalf.

speedily as possible a rough, uncouth, but true-hearted He was very broad-shouldered, short-necked, and company of followers. long-faced, so that the back of his head appeared to rest It was now necessary to reveal his principles to Rose. upon his shoulders, and his chin upon his breast. His To his delight and astonishment, he discovered that she eyebrows were shaggy and red; his hair short, coarse was at heart thoroughly whig, and had watched his and red; his skin mottled and red. There was a period of inaction with pain. High-spirited and heroic, twinkle of humor in his little grey eye, and an absurd these were her words : look of affected gravity in the drawn-down corners of his “I should be happier, Walter, with the consciousness mouth.

of your duty done, even if the consequence were your “Have you very late news of the war, Mr. Metcalf ?” untimely death, than to see you live covered with many inquired Mr. Elsworth, after the visitor had accepted years and no honors.” the seat offered him.

Mr. Elsworth was sincerely attached to Walter, and “News—plenty of it, and mad. The country is the news of what he considered his defection, was a depopulated. There isn't a youth with the first hope of severe blow to him. In his judgment it was the greatest a beard upon his chin, who hasn't gone with young misfortune that could befall him. Armstrong to join the army.”

In his daughter's, it was the greatest glory. “ Young Armstrong ?”

Miss Elsworth perceiving Rose's unpleasant position “To be sure, sir. He's turned out a fiery rebel after by this discussion, attempted to direct the conversation all—and a veritable captain to boot.”

into another channel. Why, what do you mean, Mr. Metcalf? What does “Mr. Metcalf,” said she, “how are your little he mean, Rose ?"

charges ?" “Walter, father, has gone to join Washington-and The gentleman was the village pedagogue. he is a captain by virtue of some service rendered “Caught the spirit of the rebellion, marm, and as untractCongress."

able as bulls. Bless you, there isn't a lad over fourteen "Heaven bless me!” said Mr. Elsworth, rising, and who hasn't abandoned his horn-book and gone off with beginning to walk the floor in agitation, “this is very Armstrong. And as for the girls they're greater rebels sad. A promising youth to be led astray! Dear me, than the boys. What do you think, marm? The other dear me! Rose, I am very sorry to say that this is cer- day they came marching in procession, and demanded tainly your fault. You have filled him with your wild, to know on which side I was. I said God save the radical, and absurd heroic rhapsodies. You have made King,' whereupon they fell upon me like a swarm of him disloyal to his king. You have put a dagger in his bees, armed with a thousand pins, and so pinched and hand to stab at the heart of his country. Alas! I see pricked and pulled me that there wasn't a square inch what the end will be disgrace and death, ignominy and of my skin that wasn't as full of holes as a ten-year old the gallows."

pin-cushion. And I do believe they never would have Rose made no reply to this, but walked to the stopped if I hadn't cried, “Huzza for Washington.'” window.

Mr. Elsworth smiled in spite of himself, and the Walter Armstrong, and his mother, were the only joyous Kate burst into loud laughter. neighbors with whom Mr. Elsworth's family had estab- “Give Mr. Metcalf a glass of wine,” said Mr. lished any familiar acquaintance. Between Harry Els- Elsworth.

"Thank you, sir. It's rather early, but a glass of "Never mind." wine, occasionally, between the sour cider one's com- “But oh, I want to know." pelled to drink, is an oasis--decidedly."

“I shall be merry again in an hour, Sis. Tell Pete to “I hope, sir !" said Elsworth, " that you will not be saddle our horses. We will have a ride." compelled to follow the example of your scholars, and “Good! good! Pete, Pete," and off the light-hearted turn soldier."

girl bounded, eager for the promised pleasure, and with “Never a bit, sir.” Mr. Metcalf was an Irishman, all thoughts of Rose's sadness quite forgotten. with only an occasional touch of the brogne. “I content myself with teaching the young idea how to shoot, without indulging in such dangerous practices myself.”

OHAPTER II. While the wine was bringing, Rose managed to escape from the room. She went out upon the piazza, and Rosk found her father in his library, seated in a big, abstractedly began to walk to and fro. She saw very roomy, state-like chair, awaiting her approach. She well that storm and contention were to shatter the peace went over to him, and seated herself on a low stool. of tho household—that between her father and herself

“You sent for me, papa," said she. were to arise difference, opposition, and, perhaps, “ Yes, Rose, and on a grave matter." estrangement.

“Well, sir?" She had sworn to love Walter Armstrong. Her heart “I have reference to Walter Armstrong, Rose." would keep that oath at every sacrifice, and to any

“I supposed as much, sir. I think I know what you extremity.

are going to say.Profoundly absorbed, she was suddenly startled by a

“ In that case, Rose, I hope that you have come here voice at her elbow. It was Mr. Metcalf.

prepared to yield obedience." “I beg your pardon, Miss Elsworth," said he, “but

“Impose no commands on me, sir, I beseech you. I've a secret word for you."

You yourself must admit that my obedience to you has “For me? Sir!"

always been rendered cheerfully and to the letter. I “ From young Armstrong, marm," and he placed in could wish that it should always be so. But there is her hand a folded bit of paper. Rose opened it and one matter on which I cannot prove false to my judge read:

ment, my heart, or to that consciousness of duty within

me." "DEAR Rose: I shall be near you soon on a secret “Rose, answer me plainly, are you betrothed to Walter mission. Can we not meet? I shall watch for yon Armstrong ?” near the old walk-the one where we last met and

“I am." parted ! But do not be surprised if I take you unawares " And now with the stain of dishonor and crime that in some other place—even at midnight. Mr. Metcalf is he has brought upon himself—." my friend. You may trust him.

“Father, let me interrupt you. The terms you are "WALTER."

bestowing upon Walter Armstrong are those which he

does not deserve, and such as I am not willing to hear. “I am glad of this, Mr. Metcalf,” said Rose. “I shall You must have observed, sir, the attachment that was like you all the better for being Mr. Armstrong's growing up between us. You sanctioned it. You made friend."

Walter your friend, and you admitted him to your “Oh, thank you, marm."

family circle because you saw that he was good, noble, “I shall know where to find you when I have any and amiable. You even looked forward with pleasure message to send."

to the consummation of our union. Is it right, there" At the sign of the birch, marm. Whenever you fore, sir, because Walter, as by every instinct and sense hear a score of throats shrieking all together at the top of honor he was impelled to do, has come forth a chamof the scale, you will know at once that that's the pion of his country in this great struggle ; is it right, I Babel where I preside.”

say, to turn from him, and so freely brand him with The pedagogue bowed profoundly and backed himself dishonor ?" off the piazza upon the lawn.

“ It is dishonorable, Rose, to be a rebel-it is a mighty He had been gone only a few minutes, when Kate crime. Wrongs against individuals are circumscribed in came running up, exclaiming :

their effects, but wrong against your country becomes an “Papa would like to see you, Rose, in his library.” evil that extends its bane through centuries.” “Is he there now?"

“I can understand, father, why you feel as you do. “I saw him enter."

It is the most natural thing in the world for you to Rose started to obey the summons, when Kate ran espouse the cause of your king. Your education, your before her, and flung her arms around her neck. long-treasured prejudices, your sympathies—all point “Rose," said she.

that way. And so with Harry, educated in England, " Well?"

and nurtured into a chivalrons devotion to the king, " You're looking sad. I never saw it in you before. every impulse of his heart prompts him to draw his It is so strange. Why is it?"

sword upon the royal side. But not so with Walter.

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