6 that made me almost repent having put myself in her power. 'See,' she continued, they are about adjourning to the ball-room, let us follow; I will take the form of a beautiful woman, and use my every art to fascinate him, and we shall see how his boasted constancy will stand the test!' I was annoyed by the delay, but forced to yield, and in a moment she stood before me, one of the most lovely creatures my eyes ever beheld, and as though she had known the point most calculated to win him, she had assumed that air of high-bred refinement which I well knew was in his eyes, the greatest attraction a woman could possess; and as I saw his attention directed toward her, a death-like faintness came over me, and I felt as though this were too much of a trial even for his constancy, and trembled for the result. But just as Alciope was about to leave me, I saw his eye fall upon a ring he wore, and which had been my own gift to him under very peculiar circumstances, and the expression which passed over his face spoke to my heart as plainly as words could have done, and I felt that I had been wrong to doubt him even for a moment, and I whispered to Alciope: 'If thou canst obtain the ring he wears I will return with thee to thy oceanhome, but if not, I shall claim thy promise.' 'Only that ring,' said she, laughing, will that indeed satisfy thee?' And I replied that it would; for I well knew that nothing would tempt him to part with it till he had ceased to love the giver. Fearing I should not be able to retain my composure if I remained near them, I withdrew to a distant part of the room, and watching them from a distance, I saw them join the dancers, and he looked with admiration on his beautiful partner, a bright smile played upon his lip, and his eye was bright with pleasure, as they whirled by me in the waltz. The time hung wearily upon my hands; for it is but poor amusement to watch the man you love playing the agreeable to another woman, but to me it had at least the charm of novelty, and I could have almost found it in my heart to pity those poor wives and sweethearts, who are victims of the green-eyed monster, jealousy! It was the first time in my life that I had ever been able to understand the feeling. I did n't find it pleasant, and it is a satisfaction to know that no mortal woman could raise that demon in my breast! At last I saw Alciope approaching, and she exclaimed: Thou mayst well be proud of thine empire over his heart, and thy confidence is well placed: I tried every fascination, every art to lure him from thee, but in vain; and as for that ring, he says he would not part with it for the brightest gem in an emperor's crown; and now I am ready to fulfil my promise, and lead thee to him. Come!' said she, and led the way to a quiet apartment; but my trembling limbs would scarcely allow me to follow, for the thought that I was indeed to see him again, seemed to have deprived me of all strength. I assumed my own form, and at the door she left me. He was alone, and had thrown himself listlessly upon a couch, as though wearied with the festive scene. A moment I stood in silent contemplation of that well-loved face, and then murmuring his name, rushed toward him. He started up, looked at me wildly, doubtingly, for a moment, as though he feared his senses were deceiving him, and then clasped me passionately to his heart, and his dear voice sounded in my ear, breathing fond assurances of continued love, and sweetest terms of endearment, and I was happy once more. I could have rested thus for ever, but his eager questions forced me to raise myself, and I awoke, to find it all a dream! I was clinging to a rock, and my hair was wet with the night-dew, but my heart was happy. Do you recall that summer's day, Your shoulder pillowing my head, The deep blue sky seemed bending low: By the kind smile upon your face, Had she, so long by passion tossed, Come in between us there, We should have welcomed her with eyes And soothed her lone despair. O blessed hour! O blessed spot! O friend so wise and dear! Would thou wert with me here! Strong hills of granite, bold and high, Had far more charms for me! For thee, dear friend, whose paths are laid I know 't is not forgot: That day of conscious happiness, 'AT about half-past one P.M., on the twenty-first of September, 1832, SIR WALTER SCOTT breathed his last, in the presence of all his children. It was a beautiful day-so warm, that every window was wide open; and so perfectly still, that the sound of all others most delicious to his ear, the gentle ripple of the Tweed over its pebbles, was distinctly audible as we knelt around his bed, and his eldest son kissed and closed his eyes. No sculptor ever modelled a more majestic image of repose.' LOCKHART'S LIFE OF SCOTT. THE sunset's evanescent smile, That gilds the long and shadowy aisle Seems slow to fade From the sepulchral marble bed, Fit place of rest! Bones of grave monks repose around, Dead saints their holy palms expand, Well did he love your lives to paint, Well did he love the shadows dim, Well did the Great Magician wield He spake, and the soft landscape spread The stag and the wild boar swept by, Sharp twangs the bow. He sang! and in the lofty strain Loch-Lomond and Loch-Katrine's roar And Tweed's melodious channels pour He sang the brier-rose oped its bloom, His voice aroused deep solitudes, The fisher, in his rocking skiff, The sheep-boy, tending his white fold, He sang! and the bold mountaineer, Flashed his tough spear and smote his shield, Stalked forth again. ROB ROY his rugged Caterans leads, Sweet LUCY ASHTON droops in grief, He sleeps! where Dryburgh flaunts the weed, Yon towers of Abbotsford arise, And watch the spot where low he lies, THE OBSERVATIONS OF MACE SLOPER, ESQ. FAMILIARLY NARRATED BY HIMSELF. NUMBER EIGHT. SLOPER'S SUMMER EXPERIENCES CONTINUED. ' AND so,' observed beautiful Widow Twiggles, 'you have followed me all the way to Cape May?' 'Yes,' answered I, I came a-Maying after the sweetest flower that ever grew and have found it.' In an arbor!' Well,' said I, looking around, if we come to that, I reckon I'd better call you a lady-apple; for that's the only real pretty, rosy, sweet, first-rate, tart little beautiful thing that I ever saw kept under dead leaves. Country folks say it makes the color come. I b'lieve that 's so.' And I believe it was, for by the time I had got out that last speech there was a color on Amelia's cheeks which would have torn down a peck of madder. Perhaps it was the evening clouds which shone that sun-set with an extra ferocious crimson, like as if the fire of the day had burned down some, and the last and hottest coals were being raked out just before the black ashes of night should be piled over them. There we sat in the arbor composed of pine boards and covered with dry oak boughs, and the evening winds kept a-twisting and rustling the leaves, and we looked down at the roaring great waves running up like cream-soda on the beach, and at two little boys who kept chasing of them and prodding them with sticks, as if they expected to pin them down, and at the rest of the children, who were digging for dear life in the sand without regard to dress or rank, and at one soli |